DIEGO'S POV.

"What should we do to him?" Hunter asks sitting on the chair infront of me. He grabs the whiskey bottle from the table, taking a sip from it. I want to tell him to not do it, but he is Hunter, he does not listen to anyone but himself, most times.

"I don't know yet," I truthfully reply. I feel angry everytime I remember what happened yesterday; I have always known that Bobby was jealous of me. For what? I really do not know.

Bobby, unlike me, had loving parents. He had the perfect life, a life that a lot of people would love. His parents were there when he was growing up, his mom was there when he got hurt, his father got him all the toys that neither Hunter nor I had. I guess he just has issues with me.

"Did he finally talk?" I ask Hunter who now has brownies in his mouth. I sigh when I see him struggle to swallow. I hand him a glass of juice, which was served alongside the brownies.

"I always tell you to eat slowly, and carefully. You have choked on food more times than I could count on my fingers; I won't always be there to give you water or juice, just like the past five years," I glare at him, watching him smile innocently at me.

"But you are here now, ain't you?" Hunter asks, making me sigh in annoyance. "You will get wrinkles with all that sighing and frowning. Ladies will run away from you if you start looking like a dehydrated donkey; I mean I won't mind, cause they will all run into my arms. But again, I can't be the only handsome one in this friendships, your ass might feel left out." Hunter says leaning back in his seat.

"Hunter, lets be serious," I glare at Hunter, hoping to show him that I have no time to waste. "We have to deal with this Bobby issue before the hearing, which is four weeks away,"

Hunter and I are in the office, and it has been a day since I found out about what Bobby did. It pains me when I think about how he was the one looking after me in the supreme jail, bitch could have killed me in that place. I am just glad that I left that place without being attacked by him.

I guess the saying is true, a snake never changes it's spots.

I actually thought he changed from the way he was during our childhood. Bobby used to snitch on me when we were younger, he lied about somethings, and the people that birthed me would beat me everytime.

But I had a soft forgiving heart when I was younger, and that is why I was friends with him. Hunter, Bobby and I would snick out during church hours, playing at a nearby park, and I made sure we got back in time for the closing prayer.

But my parents would beat me when we got home, because they managed to know about what I was doing. I thought they had superpowers, or a spy when I was young. And so I stopped snicking around, for a week or so, but I still got beaten.

Hunter found out it was Bobby that was telling my parents about our activities, and he admitted to it when I asked him about it. I stopped playing with him afterwards, but he ended up lying to my birth givers, telling them that I threatened to kill him with a knife, because he ratted me out.

I have scars from that day, starting from the hot pot scar that was put on my back to the cigarette burn that was accidentally put on my arm.

"You are right," Hunter turns serious, standing up. "I tried to get him to talk, but he wouldn't. He kept laughing, saying he wants to talk to you, he said he has some scores to settle with you or something," Hunter says, pacing around the room.

"Alright then," I murmur standing up from my seat. "Let's go," I mutter walking towards the bookshelf.

"Wait, dude!" Hunter shouts behind me. I have now entered the private elevator that was made in my home office.

I stop the elevator, waiting for Hunter to come in. He is breathless from walking, Hunter is being Hunter, so I am not worried.

"I forgot you had this," Hunter murmurs, looking around when the elevator closes.

The elevator is hidden behind my bookshelf, which I am thankful for. Not a lot of people know about it, except Hunter, the one who made it, and I. No one can see it, and no one can suspect that I have it.

"Yeah. You have a horrible memory, so it isn't surprising that you forgot,"

Hunter opens his mouth, ready to be sarcastic. But the elevator doors open, interrupting him.

I walk out of the elevator, leaving him in there before he can talk my ear off. But I can hear his footsteps, which tells me that he is behind me.

We walk down a narrow hallway, walking into my personal basement, which is also called a dungeon.

I snort in mockery when I see Bobby hung upside down from the rooftop, his hands and legs tied and his face swollen. I can tell that they just beat him up, and he is now unconscious.

"Leave!" My voice echos in the big room. The guards walk out of the room one by one, but I stop the last one before he can leave. "Give me that bucket of water," The guard nods quickly, grabbing the bucket off the ground, handing it to me, and leaving after I tell him to.

"Wakey! Wakey!" I mockingly sing, throwing the water on Bobby's face.

Bobby wakes up, startled whilst shivering. I can tell that he recognizes me by the way he smirks.

"You finally got the balls to come here," Bobby taunts. "You are finally tired of showing how weak you are? Are you not ashamed? Using your guards to do all your dirty work; what a fucking bastard you are. I guess that's why you weren't loved, you are and was always a bastard." Bobby snorts, making me roll my eyes.

"Oh, shut up," I state walking towards my torture table. "I don't have time for your foolishness. I kept quiet everytime you belittled me, because I have no reason to answer back to your insecurities. I might be broken, but I am no fool." I grab a knife from the table, standing infront of Booby, who now looks terrified.

"I know that I am a broken man within, but that doesn't give you the right to belittle me." I state, tracing the knife on his stomach. I turned him around a few moments ago, so that we can be face to face. "I kept quiet everytime you did shit to me, not because I was scared or weak. I kept quiet because I know how strong I am, I can do whatever I want here, and no one will say a word. But you took my quietness as a weakness, making you walk all over me."

I utter the words, but like the idiot he is, Bobby starts laughing, spitting at me afterwards.

"I did it because you didn't deserve to live.... Do you know how happy I get when I see you on that hospital bed? Everyone liked you when we were younger. I lost my friends to you, they all wanted to hang out with the bad guy. You were poor, yet the girls loved you. Your parents hated you, beating you like the shit you are, and yet you survived.... Bitch, I am glad that Bianca helped me destroy your fucking mindset.... If I was given the chance to do it again, I would. You deserve to suffer, because that is in your destiny."

"Fuck this," I whisper under my breath, stabbing the knife into his thigh. The blood splashes on my trousers as Bobby cries in pain, Hunter whining in the background.

"I tried being nice to you, but you chose to disrespect me again!" I shout in the silent room, my hand reaching for the gun that is in my back pocket.

I can see the fear in Bobby's eyes, making me smile evilly.

"I never want to be violent with people, but people tempt me." I state shooting his other thigh.

"You keep taking shit about my past, about the abuse I endured, and shit," I look into his eyes as the words leave my mouth, a bitter taste on my tongue as I remember what I passed through.

"Do you think being unloved is cool? Do you think your own parents hating you is right? Do you think being unwanted is good?" I question, looking at the shivering, fearful face of the man that has suddenly gone silent. "You don't!" I shout, startling him.

"People like you are the reason I am absent from reality. People like you are what tramatize children. You said you were glad that I was in the hospital, right?.... Do you know how my demons follow me around? Do you know how many times I want to hurt myself because of this sick world?" I question, my voice sounding deadly.

"I suffered throughout my childhood, and I fight a battle with myself, knowing that it wasn't my fault. My sick parents are to blame for what I passed through: and you fucking helped them everytime. I want to kill you slowly, and I will do just that. I also want to ask you about Bianca, but I know that you won't answer me right now." I say, tucking the gun back into my pants.

"I will get my guards to wrap that up, and tomorrow I will be back to do more. You will answer every question I ask you, since your ass loves seeing my face so much. What I did today is just a reminder of whose boss. I might be fighting my demons, but best believe that I will use them to hurt you, just like they hurt me."

I turn away from Bobby who looks like he will shit on himself. I nod at Hunter who looks surprised. Which I expected, because I never do my dirty work, I tell other people to do it for me.

I walk past the guards, and into the elevator with Hunter behind me. But I do tell the guards to clean up Bobby for tomorrow before I leave the basement.

I walk passed the elevator doors, and out of the office, leaving Hunter behind.

I walk into my bedroom, and into the bathroom. I walk towards the shower, wanting to get rid of the blood faster.

I enter the shower after stripping out of my clothes, turning on the cold water. I quickly wash my body till I see no trace of blood. I walk out of the shower after I feel fresh.

I wrap a towel around my waist walking towards the closet. I grab a pair of sweatpants, and a vest, walking towards the main bedroom.

I apply body cream on my body, pausing when I hear a knock on my door.

I shout a come in, getting surprised when I see a face I did not expect to see enter my room. But her eyes are not on me, they are on my lower half, making a smirk form on my face.