TW extreme violence; I will put a marker after the violent part is over

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It was a bit of a blur kidnapping the man, Damien did it all- he insisted on it. All he really did was sneak up behind him and bash him on the back of the skull. Knocked him clean out. Now he was tied up to a chair in a dimly lit basement like we were in a saw film.

"You think he'll talk" I asked and Damien arms were crossed. We had shoved him in the trunk and drove him over to Damien's place of residency. So here I was at my enemies home; interrogating somebody in his basement. He lived in a large house- way too extravagant that it didn't really fit his image.

"Damien who is this kid" said the man who had been standing behind us with his arms crossed he looked familiar- I think he was the guy in that interrogation tape. The man proclaimed he was Damien's right hand man and uncle, he definitely was shocked at my appearance at first, enough for me to think that he knew I was a Giotto- but I was wrong. I think he's actually surprised he brought a 'friend' home.

"Onyx, he's not a kid" he spoke and I rolled my eyes, he's defensive over the smallest stuff.

"Ah the man you're obsessed with-" he continued and Damien placed a hand on the mans soldier that made him shut up immediately. Obsessed seems to be a bit harsh of a word.

"Go upstairs." he growled out, and the man gave a heavy sigh, seemingly not wanting to argue with him.

"Fine, but just know he shouldn't be here. This is a mistake." He said seriously and there was a tense air that was around them as the stared at each other. The uncle finally broke contact and headed out.

"Your uncle seems.. a lot like you" I said truthfully.

"I disagree" he responded and raised his hand and smacked the man across the face. It was a loud enough noise that made even me flinch.

The man groggily groaned, eyes fluttering awake. It took him a realize to figure out where he was- and when it did click he started to wiggle in the chair that contained him- clearly afraid and confused.

"Let me out you bastards" the man spat out groggily, enraged but still defenseless and vulnerable. I looked at the tools laid out and my fingers traced over them. He stopped to get a good look at me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I should've known you were a fucking nark, some suave kid looking to give intel my nuts" he said and spit at my feet. I didn't react much, but Damien did the opposite and punched the man right in the stomach. Jesus someone get this man a punching bag, the man coughed hard as if he was about to hack up his liver.

"We'll let you out when you tell us who your collecting information for" I said picking up a pair of pliers; I had gotten used to torturing people since craven couldn't handle anything past a punch and a kick. Even though he beat me up once in highschool- at some point he got over his frat boy testosterone and started getting queezy at the sound of people screaming.

"I told you, the Arifs. That's who I work for" he lied.

I held his hand tight to the armchair chair, tighter then it already was as he was roped down. I placed the pliers at the tip of his finger nail and started too pull.

"You better tell the truth, because after your out of nails I'm going straight to the teeth" I spoke with a straight face as I started to pull even harder, the man roared in pain and shook trying to stop me.

"I'm telling you the truth, you don't have proof I'm lying" he growled out, and I cleanly ripped his finger nail off and it dropped onto the floor. He howled in pain and started throwing profanities left and right.

"I don't remember allowing you into the family, and I remember all of my men" Damien responded coolly and the man look bewildered as he stared at Damien, realizing how much shit he had gotten himself in. I moved onto the second nail and hooked it on.

"Your bullshitting me, trying to scare me." He argued back and I didn't resist to pull another nail off, another string of yells and curses.

He kept this up for about three nails. I honestly admired the balls he had, his hand was a bloodied mess and now fingerless. It was pretty gnarly in all honesty.

"One more hand to go, I'd start speaking now" I said tapping the pliers on his other hand.

"L-listen even if I told you they'll kill me. I was paid a lot of money to do this shit, enough for me and my family" he cried, his body trembling and I pulled the pliers away.

"Paid to what? Lie? By who?" I questioned and he shook his head weakly.

"I can't say-"

"You will die here if you don't" Damien threw in, he had been quiet most of the time and was just watching me. Eyeing me like a dog as I tortured this man- it was weird but oddly hot. Maybe he didn't expect to see this side of me, I wanted to ask him but I needed to focus on the task at hand.

He remained quiet and I went straight for the next nail, he began to plead with me to stop but I already began to rip it off. I just needed to push him a little bit farther is all.

"We'll let you go, but we need a name. Need you to give us something and we'll let you go. Might even give you something- enough to get you out of town. But keep it up and you'll be leaving in a body bag." I explained as I went to the next nail, now on his index finger.

The room was silent as I could see a hamster run crazy in the mans head. He was trying to figure out what was best, but it was between life or death.

(Tw/ end)

"I- All I can say is that we're not a family, I'm not really even apart of it I'm just someone who gets paid to give out and take in information I promise!" He told me hand his head low and I raised my eyebrows.

"So how did you join?" I asked.

"I was approached about a month ago by some guy, he wasn't anyone important he never gave me a name. He just told me I had to gain information and spread some rumors if I wanted the money. All I remember is him calling themselves The Seperation, a weird name but that's all he said" he continued to babble with his hand in a fist to stop me from prying off another nail.

The Seperation? Sounds like some shitty hallmark romance movie, but he seemed truthful this time.

"They told me if I were to discuss anything about it they'd kill me and my family" he admitted, I straightened up and placed the pliers back on the table. We got a name and a motive, but it doesn't tell me much about where there located, and how to reach the man involved.

"Any locations, other men you know of who are involved?" I asked and he looked around the room as if to pathetically remember something.

"I met another member, said he drove the trucks for them. Same as me didn't know much else then the job he had to do- said there's a warehouse they store shit in over by that abandoned theatre- the one over in grove county" he explained, now that's something. With more substance then what we were getting.

"I think we're done" I said and walked out of the room, Damien soon followed me and I ignored the screams and yells of the man begging to be let go.

"Should I let him go" Damien said.

"I would, he gave us what he wanted. Let him get a head start" I replied. It was quiet as we walked out of the basement and into the courtyard. His place was huge- and beautiful; not fitting for a rugged type like Damien.

"You do fine work" he said to me and pressed himself up against my back, I felt butterflies in my stomach like I was a teenager.

"Seeing a man's fingernails ripped off gets you hot and bothered?" I asked semi leaning into him, i counldnt help but crave that night we had. His hands on me, mine on him- I couldn't forget a single second of it.

"Only if it's you" he replied and I scoffed at the clicheness of it all but it was cut short at the car that pulled in. My eyes flickered to it, it was a nice car- and who got out of it was a even nicer looking woman. One that looked eerily familiar, blonde hair and porcelain skin.

"Damien! I've missed you- I see you have a friend over!" she cooed and sauntered over to us. He looked almost like a deer in headlights by her arrival, as if she wasn't supposed to be here- or at least not while I was here.

"You never have friends over! Your uncle said I should come over but he never mentioned you'd have company" she said poking her chin. I couldn't remember why I felt she was so familiar.

"You need to go back home" Damien said angrily and she look surprised and placed her hands on her hips.

"Don't be so snappy your uncle was the one who said you wanted me here" She said checking her nails.

"Have we met before?" I asked, my jaw tightly clenched at the bubbling rage I started to feel. Maybe it was the jealously that started to build up but I knew I had met her.

"Don't-" Damien went on to say.

"I'm his fiancé! We've probably met at the engagement party, so many people were there that I can't remember them all" she giggled and showed off her diamond ring.

I went cold and I turned towards Damien who's jaw was tightened, he was angry but didn't look at me. No wonder why I recognized her, we met 5 years ago at Damien's football game- the same girl Damien vowed to separate from because he claimed he was sooo in love with me.

"I see. I never got the memo. I'm going to head home, thanks for the help Damien" was all I said as I headed down the pavement and whipped my keys out.

I felt a hand grab mine and an immediate sense of deja vu fell over me. I shook him off and stared at him in anger.

"Onyx just come inside and I'll explain." He said and I wanted to laugh comically. I for some reason thought that he'd been single- waiting for me. I was so naive to think such a thing when I considered us rivals all these years to think that we still had a chance at something.

"I get it, we were separated for a long time. You got back with your fiancé- which now I'm wondering had the engagement ever ended?" I asked trying to keep my cool for as long as possible.

"It's not like that- stop twisting the narrative Onyx" he argued and I shook my head and held my hand up.

"I'm now remembering that you said you tried to forget me, I see how now. Hey, I don't really care about your relationship with her. It's not like we were getting back together, we're just helping each other out." I said and that seemed to set him off, he grabbed me by the scruff of my collar to pull me close.

"It's not fucking like that, I don't fucking want her; I'll fuck you in front of her to prove it, I want you" he said to me our lips almost touching and I shoved him off as hard as I could . My face was flushed from his words and the heat that surrounded us but I couldn't let it sway me.

"I don't feel too great to know I fucked a man who's engaged, your not an animal- you weren't one in high school and your not one now. I'm going home" I said and walked to my car and got in, he stood infront of the car and pushed his hair back in an agitated way. He went around to the passenger side and tried to open the door but it was locked, I could hear muffled shouting but all I did was turn the car on and reversed leaving him behind.

I don't need anymore of this romance shit, I just need to focus on one thing right now.

And that's finding that fucking warehouse.

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I love to stir up trouble just when things were getting good :(