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“We tried it your way. Now let’s do it my way.” Declan appears in the doorway. “Just put the girl out of her misery. We’ll make it quick and pain-free. Then send her head to her father. It’ll take us less than ten minutes to get done.”
I shake my head. “He’s just not taking us seriously yet, and that’s fine. We’ll take another video and then he’ll crack,” I say, hoping that I’m right about this, because if not, the outcome for her is not going to be a good one, hell it isn’t a good one now. Either she will die, or she will leave this place haunted by the memory of us and the things we did to her.
“If we kill her now, we are no closer to getting the flash drive then we were yesterday.”
“I’m with Wes, no killing yet,” Trey announces, looking over the top of his screen.
“Fine, have it your way,” Declan mumbles before walking out of the room. A tiny rift is forming between us and I don’t like it at all. Declan is determined to kill her and while that would prove a point, it won’t get us the flash drive.
I walk around the table so I can look at Trey’s computer screen. He has the feed from the cell pulled up. Jessa is sitting in the center of the room her legs pulled to her chest, her head resting on her knees.
“Why do we have to keep her in the cell, she was so much fun this morning,” Trey whines.
“She was, but we can’t forget who she is and why we have her here. Especially now that her father is not reacting like we had hoped. We’re going to have to start hurting her, and not just a little bit. Just saying the words has my stomach in knots, but I know it has to be done. We need to make him pay for what he did to our family and we need to get that flash drive. I just didn’t think crossing the line would be so hard.
I spend the next few hours trying to busy myself and get my mind cleared. I need to be ready for what’s to come this afternoon. After I eat lunch with my brothers, I make an extra sandwich and grab another bottle of water before heading downstairs.
Opening her cell, I find her sitting in the same spot I left her. Her big blue eyes look up at me with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I step into the cell to hand her the food and water.
“Thank you,” she tells me quietly and places the stuff down beside her.
“You need to go to the bathroom?”
She nods her head and pushes herself up off the floor. I motion for her to walk ahead of me just like I did when I brought her down here. She follows my directions and steps out of the cell.
“Two doors down, on the left.” I watch her go into the bathroom. “You have two minutes in there, not a second more.” She nods again and closes the door behind her. I keep looking at my watch, timing the two minutes, knowing damn well that she doesn’t have a watch on and there is no way for her to know the time. I shake my head and drop my arms.
“Ten seconds left,” I yell through the door. Five seconds later the door opens, and Jessa appears in front of me.
“Did my dad contact you yet?” she asks as I walk her back to the cell.
“Nope,” I answer her.
“He probably didn’t get the message yet. As soon as he gets it, he’ll clear up this whole thing.” Her certainty about her father’s innocence angers me on so many levels. I want to yell at her, tell her to stop being so stupid and open her eyes, but she will have to face those facts soon enough. I usher her into her cell and lock the door behind her.
None of this is going as I thought it would. I figured she would be a spoiled brat, whining every second of the day, demanding things she has no right asking for. I expected so many things, but this is definitely not one of them. Why does she have to be so fucking sweet and innocent? This would be so much easier if she was the stuck up bitch I thought she would be.
Chapter Seven
Jessa
With every passing moment, I’m more confused as to why I’m still here. They should have figured out by now that this whole thing was a mistake. My dad must have gotten their message and responded to it by now, so why am I still here? The uncertainty is worse than the actual fear of getting hurt. I have nothing to prepare me for what is to come, all I know is that these men aren’t to be messed with and that they will hurt me if they have to.
