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Chapter Four

James just shook hishead and followed Bane all the way to the basement, into his playroom.

Bane laid Spencer down on one of the tables.He took the cuffs off from behind him then brought his hands out front and recuffed them.Reaching up, he brought down a cable with a hook on it.He walked over to the winch and began pulling the man up.He stopped only when Spencer was hanging freely and his shoes didn’t touch the floor.

Spencer groaned as he woke up.He opened his eyes and became frantic when he tried to stand but his feet found air and no ground.He tried to make noise but because of the tape he couldn’t.

Bane grinned.“Oh, pardon me.Let me help you.”He ripped the tape from his mouth, causing Spencer to yelp in pain.“Holy fuck man, that hurt.”Blood dripped from his mouth as he demanded, “What the hell is your problem?”Then he looked around the room, his eyes widening as he saw the tools of Bane’s trade hanging on the walls.“Where am I?What is this place?”

Bane crossed his arms over his chest and studied him for a moment, then he opened his arms.He spun around and viewed the entire room.“This is my place, my playroom if you like.”

“And just who the hell are you?”Spencer’s eyes widened as he stared at Bane.

Bane walked to where he was hanging then he leaned in close.“I’m the one you tried to blow up earlier tonight.Maybe you know my name?People call me Bane.”

Spencer’s eyes widened and he shuddered as a drop of sweat rolled down his temple.“Bane Jessin?Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Oh, you have heard of me then?”Bane stepped back and nodded.“That’s a good thing.”

“Why is that?”Spencer asked fearfully.

“Because you must also know what I can do.”Bane growled.“You and me are gonna have a little chat.If you lie to me, I will make you regret it.If you try to pass the buck, so to speak I will make you pay for it n blood.So right now, you have a choice to make Mr.Wagner.”

Spencer trembled and asked, “You know who I am?”

Bane smiled but his eyes were still cold.“Yeah, I know who you are and you know who I am.Now that the introductions are over, maybe we can begin our little chat.”

“What do you want to chat about?”Spencer asked weakly.

“Well, my first question is why did you plant a bomb in my car?”Bane growled.

Spencer looked confused as he replied, “I didn’t, I swear.”

“I got you on dash cam putting a bomb on the engine of my car,” Bane insisted.“We were at your brother’s place when you came out of the trees and put a bomb onto my car engine.”

Spencer’s face visibly paled and he looked sick.“T-that was your—car?”His voice broke and he turned almost green.“I d-didn’t know whose car it was.I-I swear I didn’t.”

Bane crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him.“And you didn’t care either, did you?”

Spencer now looked puzzled as he frowned.“How is it that you are still alive?That bomb should have smoked you and everyone in your vehicle.”

Bane nodded at him.“It almost did just that but my vehicles have special safety guards in them.That’s what saved our lives but it won’t save yours.”

Spencer stared at him for a long time.“What do you want from me?”

“I want to know why you thought you could attach a bomb to my car and blow me and my friends all to hell?”Bane told him in a conversational tone.“I mean that is just so personal and you don’t even know me.”

Spencer shook his head.“You were in Jasper’s house and from the looks of it you trashed it and he wasn’t even home.”

Bane smiled.“How did you know he wasn’t home?You didn’t even come inside, nor did you ask us why we were there.”

Spencer paled when he realized he knew Jasper wasn’t there.“I just knew, ok?”

Bane shook his head.“Don’t start lying to me or trying to pass off the truth.Because youwilltell me the truth.”

Spencer snapped his mouth shut and just glared at him.Or he tried to glare but the man’s eyes held too much fear to really do that convincingly.

Bane walked over to a cabinet and using a key he had in his pocket he pulled the doors wide open.As if shopping for supplies, Bane looked at all the tools of his former trade.