His Obsession

Chapter 14

His Obsession

Chapter 14

Evangeline

"How are you not dead?" This Alex guy asks me. Groaning I glare at the back of his skull. "Shut up!" I harshly tell him as I push the gun harder into his back.

Perhaps I will just shoot him now, at least then he will be silent because his voice annoys me more than it should and I am eager to shed some blood.

My hands beg me to pull the trigger and it takes every inch of my self control to not do that. "I mean, they shot you and you stopped breathing. Everyone saw it" He then says.

"Do you honestly want me to shoot you? Because I will, don't temp me" I say to him. Ignoring the words of a desperate man wanting to safe his own skin.

He's going to die either way, once his boss is dead, he will be too because I can tell that this one knows him more than just someone who is his boss.

They're friends if I'm correct and perhaps I will kill Alex before I will Xavier, that way he can watch his only friend die in front of him before he too is welcomed into that same fate.

"And what did they do to you? It's like you don't even remember those days that you were here" He says. When his words have left his mouth I freeze right in my spot in surprise. "Turn around!" I order him.

He does what I order him but not once do I lower my gun at him. My eyes glare at him in anger as I feel it rise within me.

"What did you just say?" I ask him, my voice is low but threatening and he better answer me or he will die much sooner than I had originally planned.

Alex doesn't look afraid of me but he smirks instead. He really is testing my patience right now, if he wants to live (for a couple of minutes longer at least) then he better tell me what I want to know.

"What did they do to you?" He asks me again but I roll my eyes. "After that" I tell him and his smirks only grows wider. "I don't remember" He says and grins at me.

Rolling my eyes in pure anger I point the gun at his toes and I shoot. His scream of pure agony as blood rushes out of the wound that has been created and coats his shoe.

I kick him so he falls down to the floor in pain and he stays there. "Now, let's try this again. What did you say?!" I ask him.

Getting more and more angry with each second, wanting nothing more than to see his blood paint these walls, no matter how pretty they are, they can always be prettier with blood splattering.

He laughs. "Now, I get it..." He says with pain in his voice. He's lucky I did not shoot him in the dick because I planned on doing that first but perhaps I will do that next if he doesn't answer.

He doesn't say anything for some seconds and I grow pissed off. "If you want to keep your dick then I suggest you start talking" I tell him.

Threatening him is easy, a man values his dick more than anything else so all you have to do is threaten it and then they will tell you everything you need to know.

"They took away your memories..." He then says. Told you. Works every time. Wait... wait...?