The Badass returns (completed)

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two:

(Lexi' POV)

I had always been someone who didn't mind blood and gore, to a point I think I came with the job. There were things that we needed to know and sometimes using a little bit of force was the easiest way of getting it out of people. But even though I thought I was immune to the disgust I couldn't help but look at Jason in shock.

There sitting in the middle of the room was a beaten up, bloody man, bound to the wooden chair. The way his body flinched when the light shone onto him proved that he had been in the dark for a while.

"What the heck Jason?" I growled looking up at him. "How long has he been in here?"

He rolled his eyes, turning the lights on into the shed and closing the door behind us. "Relax, he knows the where about of my father. He's useful."

Before I could reply, Jason yanked the tape off of his mouth. "Tell us where he is."

I could see the battle going on in the man's eyes. If he gave up the location then he knew eventually they would come after him, he would be dead. But he also knew that if he didn't tell Jason now he would be dead even sooner. What was better?

Dying by the hand of your interrogator or having a chance to escape but potentially dying at the hand of one of the most feared men in the world. As I watched him his eyes flickered to me.

"He will find you eventually you know," He said steering directly at me. "And if he doesn't he will find your friends, your family and kill them too."

"Shut up!" Jason growled, grabbing the man's hair in his hand, yanking his head back. "Tell me where he is, or I will kill you!"

It was then that I noticed the silver blade Jason had pulled out, holding it against the man's throat. This was the moment that everyone had during interrogation the moment that you decided if you were going to break or not. I had always thought what would happen if I was in the moment. Would I break? Would I give up the boys in hopes to save my own life?

When I thought about it I was positive that I wouldn't. Knowing that I would rather die than get them hurt bur I had seen people who I thought were some of the strongest in my life give up people they loved. It's amazing how when it comes down to it, people try to preserve themselves.

A few moments passed whilst the man watched up both careful as if he was trying to decide if we were going to go ahead with it. When he realised we were he gritted his teeth and muttered out a few words. "He's at the Farm!"

I had no idea what the farm was but I could tell by the way Jason grew tense that he knew what it was. I turned away from the man as I knew what was about to happen, a few seconds later a whimper filled the room as the man was killed.

Death was something that came with the job, I knew a lot of people that had died or been close to it in the past but it was something that I never truly enjoyed. I get why he had to die, there was nothing stopping him from going straight back to the farm and telling them all that we were coming, he was a witness and we couldn't afford a witness. There was no room for errors.

Jason pulled the door open and pushed me out of it, closing it securely behind me. "What will happen to the body?" I asked. If this had been back home I knew what would happen. The boys would take care of it. But out here, out in someone else territory there was no "boys" to come and help me clean up the mess.

"It will get taken care of." Was all Jason said as he hopped back in to the car. AS he gripped the stirring wheel I couldn't help but noticed that he wasn't driving in his normal calm way. He was tense and rigid. His hands gripped the stirring wheel far more firmly then needed. His movements and motions weren't smooth. I couldn't help but think that this had nothing to do with the dead body but instead had something to do with the farm.