Don't Do It

Chapter 4

General POV

"The great Neal Caffery. Fell into a trap. How nice of you to join me."

Neal glared at this man. His plan to kill Dominic was foiled with a simple taser. The gun he had was only a BB gun. Neal didn't want to just kill him. He wanted him to suffer.

"What were you going to do with this?" Dominic questioned. He was flinging around before he held it strait at Neal. The cage did little to protect Neal from the sharp sting from the pellet.

Neal hissed in pain as it hit right between his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, Neal. I was never the most careful person with a gun."

Neal was just glad it wasn't a real gun.

"Now then. Why don't we move on to something more exciting?"

That tone Dominic used was anything but welcoming.

Dominic moved out of Neal's line of sight before he came back not two minutes later. He had a backpack full of stuff. There were things that made the Jansport backpack bulge. On his way back, Dominic pulled a chair with him, purposely dragging it on the floor. The screeching made him wince.

"Sorry about the scrapping, my hands were full."

Liar. He had the backpack on his back and only used one hand to grab the chair. He was just trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Now," Dominic said as he crossed his legs. He dug through his bag and rummaged around.

"Here, puppy. Catch," he said as he threw something at Neal. It was an orange. It was fake, of course. Neal threw it back at him. It didn't get back through the bars.

The game of catch went on for a while until someone else came in. A female voice sounded through the room.

"Did you play the voicemail yet?"

Dominic left Neal still locked in his cage and went to the voice. Dominic continued taking to the new voice as he followed it. That voice sounded so cruel and evil but oddly familiar.

"Go play this one. It's one of the better pathetic ones," the female voice commanded.

As Neal listened to the voice, he realized Dominic was the face while the female was the brains. He knew the voice but he just couldn't place it.

Dominic came back from the far end of the room and cupped his hands around the speaker end and turned the phone all the way up.

"Hey, Neal. This is Peter, again. Come home. I'm not dead. I'm alive. Just... Just come home. We'll figure this out... Please."

Neal head Peter's voice and almost cried in relief. When that little sliver of relief flooded in his veins, it was instantly replaced with anger. He was angry at himself for not checking in with anyone and literally walking in half cocked.

"You lied to me! He's alive! How... How could you?" Neal added on in his mind a promise. A promise to get out of this 5x8 concrete cell.

"Honestly, Neal. I actually thought you wouldn't fall for it but she said you would. She knows you better than anyone."

Neal glared at him. "Who is she?" Neal asked.

The female stepped out from behind him. "Hey, Neal."

*Who do you think it is? Who can it be? Find out in the next chapter coming in a few days. Ligitlass have fun guessing.