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"Remember, we have to play this smart," Max warns as we approach the nightclub. "Don't let emotions cloud your judgment."
"Never," I reply, gritting my teeth. "We won't let anything jeopardize our mission, or Origin." I know what’s on his mind. We have been making a huge mess of shit lately, and we need to be more careful. We can do both, protect Origin and clear Scarlet.
The pulsating beat of the music greets us as we enter the club, scanning the crowd for any sign of Beth. We split up to cover more ground, each driven by our shared love for Scarlet.
ChapterSix
Tristan
The nightclub is dark and dank, a real shit hole.
"She's here, celebrating," Adam murmurs in my ear. "My contact has her in his sights."
"Bitch," I hiss. Not only is she walking free after framing Scarlet, but she is also victorious. I can guarantee that will be short-lived once I get my hands on her.
"Over there," Miles says, waving a hand in the direction he sees her by the bar. Max and Hugo spotted her at the exact same time, and we are moving in, cornering her. Her eyes dart between us when we reach her, knowing she's trapped.
"Should've fucking left," I comment.
"Shit! Shit!" she exclaims and starts freaking out.
"Did you really think we wouldn't find you?"
"You!" she hisses at Adam. "You were there."
"Yep, you knocked me on my ass heading out the window, you bitch," he growls.
"Who are you?"
"Doesn't matter," I interrupt. We don't have time for introductions.
"Please… don't hurt me!" Beth turns to begging, crocodile tears streaming down her face now that she knows she busted. But I don't show mercy, especially when Scarlet's freedom is at stake.
"Admit what you did," I growl, my voice barely audible over the pounding music. "Tell us everything, or it'll only get worse for you." Gripping her arm, I haul her away from the bar, no one even bats an eye. This is the type of place you turn away, and you don't see fuck all. Following Adam into a back room, he seems to know this place well; I roughly shove her into a chair while Miles binds her wrists in front of her with some handy zip ties that Adam pulls out of his back pocket.
Giving him an approving stare, he shrugs. "Always be prepared."
"Absolutely. So, where do we start, hmm?" I ask Beth, drawing a knife out of my boot and holding it to her throat.
Glancing at the bucket of water and cloth that Max has produced from the grimy sink in the corner, it's not a great shock to see this room has been used to torture before.
Hauling Beth to her feet by her bound wrists, Miles positions Beth on the rough wooden table near the sink, so that she's lying on her back with her head slightly tilted downwards. The fear in her eyes is intoxicating. I want to explore and have fun, but I push it aside as I place the wet cloth over her nose and mouth.
We don't have time.
"Last chance, Beth," I warn, my voice betraying the slightest hint of excitement. "Tell us everything you know."
"Please," she gasps, her chest heaving beneath the restraint of Max's hand pressing down on her. "I swear, I don't know anything!"
"Wrong answer," Max says coldly.
As he pours water onto the cloth, slowly suffocating her, the fury in his eyes thrills me.
Beth's body thrashes wildly, her muffled screams barely audible.
Glancing up briefly at Hugo to see if he is set up to record any confession that spills from her lips, I stare down at her again. "Tell us the truth!"
"Okay!" Beth chokes out, tears streaming down her face when Max removes the cloth. "I did it! I killed him!"
