Being Badass

Chapter 10

Xavier's P.O.V.

It's the day after that closet incident, and I havent gotten any results from my research. What that girl named Jay said is really tearing D apart too.

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I walk into my house and see Dustin with his face in his hands.

"Hey D whats-"

"We need to take Jayden." He says with his face still in his hands. "I need to know everything that she knows." He finishes looking into my eyes.

I nod. I wanna know what she knows too.

"Alright then. She goes to the University of California. I know her dorm and class schedule."

I give D a look of suprise.

"I did my research" he shrugs.

"Ok then. I'll inform the guys and we can do this tonight." I say, dialing numbers into my phone.

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It's that night we sneak into her dorm.  She should get back ang minute. We bribed her roommate to say quiet.

Jayden walks in and Dustin's sitting on her bed, face in his hands.

"D what are you doing in here?" She asks. Then Eathan and Isaiah grab her and tie her hands. We blind fold her and lead her out of the building. We put her in the van.

Shes silent the whole way, which somewhat worries me, but Dustin seems fine with it.

When we get to the main warehouse we take her to a cell, but Dustin has something else in mind.

"She wont give us answers like this. Where's the torture room?"

I look to the girl, who shows nothing. We lead her to that room. We chain her up for the night, were all tired. We decided to start in the morning.

Dustin's P.O.V.

I was hurt by Jay's words. I barely knew anything. I needed to know what she knew. So I researched her whereabouts.

Xavier and I formulated a plan, which was executed perfectly.

I know I'm doing all this against my sister. At one point I would've died for her. I only did it because I had faith in her and uncle, and it took them four damn years. So I'm not really in a loving place. Stupid I know, I've always been one to hold stupid grudges.

We had locked her up in a torturing room last night so we could start in the morning. The guys were skipping school for this, so she better give some answers.

We walked in and she greeted us with a smile.

"Good morning gentlemen!"

She had been trained for this. She wanted nothing to do with the gang, but for her safety she had to train anyways.

"Tell me what you know about Dylan." I harshly ask.

"I know as much about her feelings and personal life as you do." She answers, and I can see shes telling the truth.

"Then how do you know more than me? I know you do."

At this she hangs her head.

"I know what's happened in the four years you were gone. I know how shes gotten to where she is." She mumbles.

"And what is that?" I'm growing impatient. I want answers.

"That's not my information to tell. If she wanted you to know she would've told you."