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“I got tired of this asshole’s games. So, I stabbed him in the leg. My guess is that if I pull that knife out right now, you will bleed-out in a matter of minutes. So, tell me, numb nuts. Where the fuck is my little bro?”
Jared’s eyes were blazing. Chase had never seen the man so angry. Apparently, they were all one big fucked-up family.
"What? What’s going on?” Isaac huffed, out of breath and gasping for air. His eyes shot around the room, searching for the source of the scream.
He still clung to that fucking bottle.
“Nothing. Your boyfriend just lost his marbles,” Chase said, waving his hand toward Jared, then turning his attention back to the stubborn man tied to a chair.
“Never!” the man growled through gritted teeth. Spit flew out of his mouth as his body shook with anger.
Apparently, Mr. Tough Old Man didn’t like being stabbed in the leg.
“Are you sure about that?” Jared asked, twisting the knife a little further into the man’s thigh.
Another cry of pain.
Chase smiled. Perhaps he had chosen the right partners… okay, partner, after all. Jared was a little cray-cray it seemed.
Deep in his jeans, Chase’s cell phone buzzed, almost giving him a heart attack. He fished it out and stared at Matteo’s number. He contemplated not answering. He wasn’t sure if Matteo would understand that sometimes you needed to make a man bleed in order to make him talk.
Against his better judgment, Chase pressed the accept button. “Yeah?’ he spoke into the phone.
“Chase?” There was a pause on the phone. “What’s that noise?” Matteo asked after a moment.
“Nothing. Jared is getting to know Peabody’s blood type.”
“What? Oh, never mind. Look, I just spoke with Ares, who got a copy of the house’s original floor plans.”
“Original floor plans?” Chase asked, watching as Peabody’s eyes went wide, and the man stopped screaming.
“Yeah. Apparently, back during the First World War, rich landowners feared that the Germans would invade and steal their riches. So, they had government officials alter their registered property plans to remove certain rooms and even parts of their homes.”
“Really?” Chase asked, eyes narrowing in on the smug S.O.B. staring up at him.
“In Peabody’s case, his ancestors had a whole section of their property removed from the blueprints.”
“What section?” Chase asked.
“It was originally slave quarters, down in the basement. Looks like a huge underground network of rooms and tunnels, perfect for hiding captives you don’t want found,” Matteo explained.
“Jesus. Where are these fucking tunnels located?”
Jared and Isaac’s heads popped up.
“There should be an entrance located in what is now the study.”
“Perfect. I’ll call you back later.” Chase ended the call without giving Matteo a chance to respond. He looked over at his companions. “There’s a secret door in the study that leads underground.”
“You’re wrong! There’s nothing there! You’ll never find your little bitch of a friend,” the man shouted, thrashing against his confines once again.
Jared punched the fuming man in the face and watched as he slumped forward, unconscious.
“God, that felt good,” Jared huffed with a smile plastered to his face.
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CHASE
