Hate That I Love You

Chapter Twenty Six.

Eye's On Fire.

If you're not a fan of American Horror Story you probably won't like the song, but i listened to it whilst writing this chapter and I kind of love it.

Here's the link to listen to it:

http://sarcasticdaria.tumblr.com/post/80603649256

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I know this chapter is a bit...graphic. But it had to be.

Hope you like it anyway!

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"PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP! ANYONE!"

I hear the muffled cries of a man shouting before I've even stepped foot in the warehouse. Rolling my eyes I saunter in, where I see them both tied to a chair with bags over their heads sitting beside each other only a few feet apart.

I notice Derek, his head covered with a bag sagging low. No doubt he's still unconscious. Thank god I don't have to put up with him yet.

On the left is another man, Robbie. I walk over to him, ripping the bag off his head. Seeing him for the first time all I feel is pure hatred, he looks exactly like Joe the only difference being is that he's older "Are you here to help me?" He pleads, his eyes full of fear, his cheeks damp with tears and blood. I stand up straight and place my hands on my hip, throwing my head back in laughter before looking back at him. My face showing no emotion "No. I'm the one who put you here" I smirk, and he starts crying again.

"Why are you doing this?" He asks, sniffling hard. What is it with men these days? Do their balls shrink as soon as they're in trouble or?

I pace back and forth in front of him, my black scuffed boots clink with each step from the metal accessories attached to them. Looking down to the ground, I spin the gun around my finger several times before standing in front of him "How's your brother?" I ask, crouching in front of him, taking the zippo lighter and flicking it to ignition and off again, staring at the flame each time, zoning out in to it, until I'm distracted by his voice.

"I haven't seen him in a couple days, why are you asking about Joe?" He asks, shuffling in his seat.

I stand up sharply and get close to his face, so close I can smell the blood "Don't fucking mention his name" I growl, looking straight in to Robbie's eyes.

He nods and I look around the warehouse. We have three warehouses located around the country, each one has a different use. There's our main one, it's got our office and our various safes in. Our meeting place. The next one we rarely use, usually to hide new cars in until we've made them ours, and then there's my favourite warehouse...Where it all takes place. The warehouse we're in now.

I see the guys standing in a line way behind Derek and Robbie, their backs leaning against the wall until they're needed. Oh how great it feels to be in control again.

Walking over to Derek I pull the bag that's over his head that's still hanging low. Slapping him once, he doesn't move. The next slap is a lot harder and I have great pride in the sting that aches through from my hand, but it does the job. He blinks a few times before zeroing in on me standing a few paces in front of him "I knew I never should of got in the car with you" He moans after a few seconds, and I laugh before turning to the left and facing him "Too late now...babe" I mimic his nickname to me and he grins.

Is he fucking kidding me right now?

"You really shouldn't do that" I say in a deep husky voice, leaning towards him whilst holding both sides of the chair he's sitting on "What you going to do about it?" he asks, and I spit in his face knowing he can't wipe it off as both of his hands are tied to the chair "Don't. Fucking. Push. Me" I spit through my teeth, standing straight and nodding at the guys.