CHAPTER THREE

Now if there was one thing I took pride in,it should be the fact that I was logical.

Being rash won’t get you far in this job, so with that in mind I raised my hands slowly, my eyes focused on the gun pointed straight between my eyes. I needed to be calm,I was not dying on the side of an unknown destination, albeit inside an expensive car I will never own.

still!! 95/5 percent was the ranking of this job. Believe me the 5 percent success was a surprise to me but it was something and I was grabbing it with both hands.

I let out a whimper biting my lips.

“Who are you?" he asked.”

“What? I replied, acting dumb. Was he seriously doing this now?.

“Who are you and who sent you, dammit!”he shouted, taking the safety off to show he was serious.

“Please!!!! Please!!! Don’t shoot, nobody sent me all this is just a big coincidence”.I answered adding a little stutter to my voice.

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?”he asked.

“My dad,he taught me from a young age please. He removed the gun from my face, sighed before rubbing his thumb against his lips frowning hard, probably contemplating if I was trustworthy or not .

Without saying anything he started the car driving off. I exhaled, slowly letting down my hands, fuck!!, without thinking, I had shot at the car chasing us with precision only a trained professional should have. I had to be more careful,Zachary is very smart.

“ What now? I asked.”

He glanced at me sideways before focusing back on the road . From this side I could see his sharp yet hard defined features.

“Another safe house," he replied.

“ Nodding, I turned to take in the surroundings. I wondered how far hidden this safe house is because the road looked deserted.

” When can I leave ?.“ He chuckled, tapping his fingers on the steering. When I believe the bullshit you’re spitting out he sneers at me.”

We arrived in front of a big gate and I could see guards patrolling around, fully armed . This place is heavily guarded . Something stretched out from the wall scanning his face before the gate opened up.

He drove inside, stopping in front of a big house. damn how rich was this dude, I knew he was the mafia but dammm. Guards surrounded the car immediately standing at attention as we got out, he tossed the key to one of them before marching inside.

I hesitated, was I willingly entering the devil’s lair with only a 9m revolver in case shit hit the fan. He turned back probably noticed I wasn’t following , sighed before marching back and dragging me inside.

We reached a weird looking door with two guards stationed in front. He nodded at them and they opened the door. I finally started struggling against him.

Something didn’t feel right.

He dragged me inside, I could see it was a torture room, different weapons were lined on the wall and table, blood of former enemies not yet washed out were dryed up on the floor . I raised my hands realizing my gun was not with me shit!!!

When had he disarmed me?.

Looking for this he asked, pointing the gun at me.

Sit !he growled out pointing to a chair covered in dried blood. Without taking my eyes off him, I walked towards the chair sitting down.the guards chained me immediately, before landing a straight blow to my face .

I winced, pain flooding the side of my head .

Zachary came close, leaning down a bit so we were on equal eye level, his green beautiful eyes were cold. No pity, no emotion. He grabbed my chin, now listen I won’t repeat myself twice.

Am gonna leave you with my friends here,he nodded at the guards flanked at my side. You tell them,who you are?, who sent you?, every and anything they want to know before I come back. And you better think twice about lying, if not you will wish you were dead. He left my chin,straightened up before walking out.

I had been tortured many times, comes with the job and my ability to land myself in unexpected situations.

But these guys were good, really good. I screamed as another puch landed on my tummy fuck !!! At this rate he was going to break my ribs, if it wasn’t broken already.

The iron he had wrapped around his hand was sure to do the job perfectly.

Wheezing out slowly, I spat out the blood in my mouth.

Please, please, I work for nobody. Now as much as I felt like I was dying, I knew it would be worse if these guys knew who I was and besides, I would rather die as a proud FBI agent who died on a mission, than as a sniveling coward .

Breathing was difficult, I was losing my energy.

Thankfully, they stopped realizing I was either telling the truth or too weak to be tortured else I would die.

They spoke to each other quietly before leaving me alone. I breathed out slowly, too tired to do anything. I could feel my eyes closing shut. Please don’t sleep, you can't, I screamed in my mind. Before succumbing to my aching muscles and dozing off.

Ice cold water jutted me awake, I moaned, my whole body was in pain.

“Wakey!!wakey!!Zachary said, clapping his hands.

I straightened up,looking at him. He looked fresh. We stared at ourselves for some minutes before he looked away walking towards the rolls of pliers arranged by size on the table.

“Please Zack!! Please, I don't know anything. All this is just a big misunderstanding.”Please believe me.

He stopped,turned towards me,folding his hands and raising his eyebrows.

“Zack?” He asked, I didn't know we were friends .

“Tell me everything. How did you know I was going to get shot? everything.”

“ I saw the man raising his gun towards you. My flight or fight mood kicked in I guess,and before you know it I was rushing in front of you.”

“He raised his eyebrows, folding his hands.”

You might not have noticed me, but I noticed you.whenever you came to the club. I have had my eyes on you for a while now, and hearing you were into men just gave me hope. So I tried to use mason to see if you would notice me, I have been in love with you for a while now.

I didn’t know how I had the strength to spill the bullshit coming out of my mouth, but I better make sure I sound convincing or it was a bullet between my eyes.

“Zachary chuckled, circling me.”

I could feel him at my back. My heart was beating fast, wondering if he had a knife , waiting for the right time to slash my neck.

Instead he leaned down, his chest pressing against my back. I could feel his breath against my neck and a shiver ran through me.

Gay? Hmmm!!!!” he whispered in my ear .

I don’t know what stupid rumors are going around, but I am not gay and believe me even if I was, someone like you would not be my choice.

He wasn’t Gay ?!!!, fuck, fuck , I was going to die,how did I end up in this situation again.

I chuckled awkwardly. My chest constricted tightly as I coughed, spitting out the mucus mixed with blood blocking my airway.

The door opened, the two guards were dragging in a man who was looking far worse than me, They threw him at Zachary’s feet before leaving the room.

Zachary bent down , dragging the man’s head back.

“Who sent you? He asked the man .”

“The battered man raised his head up weakly, please I have a family, please.”

“Tell me who sent you and maybe you might see your family again,”Zachary told the man before standing up picking one of the pliers on the table.

I shudder, already knowing what he planned to do. I would have pitied the man but I had myself to think of seeing as we were in the same predicament .

Without warning, Zachary hit the plier on the man’s hand. the force of it brought out a heart wrenching scream from him.

“Please, please, no more please. Tell me!!!” Zachary screamed at him .

”Mr Felix,” the man said, sobbing loudly.

Zachary dropped the plier, smiling before bringing out his phone. Proceed, he said simply to whoever was on the other end of the line before cutting the call.

He gave me my revolver before pointing his gun at my head. My eyes widened, what the fuck was going on.

“I am not with him!!.” I don’t know who he is. I rambled on please zack believe me.

“Stop!!. ”I quickly closed my mouth.

“Shoot him!!”.

“What?.”

”I said shoot him,”or it’s a bullet between your eyes.

“Your choice," he said, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn’t just ask me to kill someone for my life. I glanced at the man who was slumped over, probably realizing he was not leaving this room.

“It was either him or me”.

I raised my hand pointing the gun at him,he was probably one of the guys chasing us, I could have been shot , he was not a good guy and I was not dying because of him.

I shot the gun straight between his eyes, killing him instantly.