Blood of Revenge

Chapter 28

I felt like the happiest person on earth!

It's been a month since my happily ever after started and today was the day I felt like I was on top of the world.

I went out earlier with Jess since Blayze allowed me to, and found out something that blew my mind! I was anxious to tell him too.

I skipped into my home, greeted by Jackson and Molly—Jackson busy pestering Molly so she'd give him food. I made my way into my room only to find it empty.

I pouted because I had hoped to find Blayze but before it was crushed, the door behind me opened, revealing my lovely husband.

He looked stressed since the past few days and today, he looked worse. I wrapped my arms around him gently as he placed a kiss on top of my head.

"What happened?" I asked, rubbing my finger between his eyebrows to remove the crease in them.

"Nothing much. Just caught a guy who was trying to spy on a few of my men. Won't even say a word why he was there and it's starting to piss me off. All Jackson was able to find out was that he worked for Tim Parker."

The name made chill run down my spine. "Where is he?"

"In the cell."

The cell—it was a place in the basement of the house. Made sound proof so no one could hear the screams of torture that took place in there. I had been there once and it was horrifying.

"Can I go and see him? Maybe I'll be able to annoy him enough to tell us something."

He let out a laugh and I felt relieved to be able to put a smile on his face.

"You should rest until then."

He nodded as I put my hand bag and belongings on my bed side table and walked out of the room. Making my way to the basement, I opened the cell door lightly.

The walls had bloody hand prints on them and the stench of blood was never removed. There was no source of light there, only one bulb dangling in the center—useless if you ask me.

I straightened my back and held my chin up as I entered the cell. The man had his leg chained to the wall and his hands tied together. His head was buried in his lap.

He looked up with the sound of the door. His face was bruised and swollen, his nose bleeding as the blood dripped off his chin, he didn't bother wiping it off. His shirt half torn from the shoulder and the sides; his pant ripped from him knees.

"Hey, you. Look me in the eyes."

My tone was harsh and dominating, the way Blayze told me to be towards them. "Why were you following our men?"

He didn't bother answering me, just stared at the wall in front. I stalked closer until I was a foot away from him, then I crouched down. "Answer my question."

"No. I'm used to this shit. Kill me if you want to, the info you need will only die with me."

I laughed. "Do you think we'll kill you? We'll probably do far more interesting things with you. Not to mention the fact that—"

My tone hitched when he looked at me, his bloody, bruised face turning into something that I couldn't tell.

"What's your name?" I asked him rather softly.

He scoffed. "Why should I tell you? You're Walker's wife and one of the greatest spies he has. Why don't you try and figure it out on your own?"

It was true, even Blayze admitted it, that I learned and excelled really quickly.