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06

-JAYCE-

"Are you sure you can do this on your own?" Jason asks me while looking to the left and right. I nod without thinking twice.

"Yeah, Jason. Go back home so mom doesn't lose her mind. The boys are here anyway, don't worry about me." I tell him and he nods at me. He waited for me until I go in the abandoned building with our men.

Winking one last time at Jason's direction so I made my way inside while Nathan is in the front. My head turns attentively to any direction while I listen closely to the sounds.

Royce called all of us about twenty minutes ago that he found one members of  anonymous. With that heard, I immediately rally the whole crew together. I can't describe the adrenaline inside of me when I finally can torture one of anonymous. I didn't experience something as dangerous and mysterious as this for a very long time. What is a good distraction from my empty feeling inside of me.

The joy I feel when I work is unbelievable. I feel something, I feel like someone. All those years I built up a name, a reputation with respect. I feel like I finally achieved something in my life since I failed anything else before.

I can't wait to play games with you anonymous.

"I'm here!" I hear Royce's voice which causes me a smile and crack my knuckles after I put my gun back to its place.

"Aye Nate! Let me be the first one to see!" I yell excitedly as my feet took huge steps forward. Licking my lips while my heart beat with excitement. I fix my beanie because of my dreadlocks since no member wouldn't take me seriously. My hands push the huge doors open to get inside, I see a massive empty room where Royce and a bounded man on a chair are right in the middle. His eyes were covered as well his mouth. I notice his light blonde hair and blood all over his shirt.

"Damn, Royce. What did you do to him?" I ask and grab him by his neck to pull his head down. That guy instantly started to groan out aloud in pain that I uncover his face and mouth.

"Where are you from?" I ask him while I intensively stare at him. My face was inches away from his but he didn't look at me but straight down.

"He's Dutch. He doesn't talk English." Royce comments. Within a moment I scowl behind me while I question this situation fully. Is he kidding me?

"Who doesn't talk English these days? Royce, this fucker looks like a diplomat student of the highest university. The hell he doesn't talk English." I determine and look back to him.

"What is your name?" I whisper in a low raspy voice but very slow so he can understand any syllable that lefts my lips. The tension grows, seeing sweat drops running his forehead down as he looked uprightly to the left and right.

Royce rasped his voice, "Jayce, he doesn't talk-"

Shoot him.

"THE HELL HE DOES!" I scream and shoot him twice in the second I have a look at his knees. One shot at each knee. He screams out in pain as he tried to stand up.

But the insaneness in me took over that I shot through the building like a demoniac sick man while I laugh over nothing.

Kill him.

"Who are you kidding? Me, Jayce Sullivan?" I hiss, pressing the cold metal of the gun very firm underneath his chin while my lips are inches away from his ear. Feeling his heartbeat throbbing on his carotid. "I don't like to repeat myself, answer me."

"Leon. My name is Leon." He answers with a Dutch accent. I smile, does my insane personality have to come out every second just to get what I want? If so, he is here for it.