SAGE novel Chapter 13

Sage Miller

At the beginning of summer I envisioned a different summer. It was suppose filled with adventure with my friends and at the end of summer I was suppose to tell tales of my crazy adventures and not even remembering half of it because I was drunk from dusk to dawn and from dawn.

But I realized that that was a fantasy in my head because doesn't just give you lemons to make lemonade. It's messed up.

The two people that were suppose to make this summer a summer I will never forget won't even look in my direction.

Ten days ago I lost a friend over something that wasn't even my fault. A day ago I lost Alora which wasn't even my fault too.

A whole month of my summer had already gone by the crazy adventures I've had aren't meant to be told. They're untold stories, suppose to stay in the dark, secret. Stories to be kept from the world.

Just like now. I'm witnessing a something that should never repeat out loud or at all. Not unless I wanted to live through another summer.

Styles asked me to join in on an 'interrogation' as he puts it. I jump to the idea, mainly because I'd rather do that than be at the hideout with a hangover.

But right now, that seems like it would've been a good idea than seeing a man get beaten to death. The guy was barely breathing.

"This would be way easier if you just told me exactly what I want to hear." Styles told him.

Trevor, the guy who sold the gang out. Styles has been beating him for two hours now. I even had a go at him and so did a couple of guys.

I honestly would've felt sorry for his ass but a lot of people died because of him, Dante is dead because he's a traitor and a willing one. So whatever is coming his way is his own doing.

"I can do this all day Trevor." Styles pondered. "You have multiple broken ribs, a concussion and with all that blood you're coughing I'd say a punctured lung. All this could stop if you just talked."

He pointed out his injuries the suggested a way out but I knew Trevor wouldn't walk out of this room alive whether he talked or not. I sensed that he knew that too.

Trevor grimaced and groaned in anguish then looked away indicating he wasn't gonna say anything, while that would've riled me up and it did but Styles smirked.

I had to give it to him, Trevor is as tough as they come. I could never endure this much torture and at this point he should just talk and end his misery but he is stubborn and a tough barstad but wouldn't help him.

I looked around the room again, earlier when I got I here I looked around and it terrified me just being inside. It still does. Styles call this room the Playroom.

Don't let the name fool you. This is the torture chamber. Not even in the movies have I seen such disturbing a room. Anything you could think of when wanting to torture someone was there.

And in the middle was one chair, and chains. The chains were bolted to the floor. Trevor was chained down by five chains, the first one was chained around his neck like a dog. The second and third were tied to his hands then the rest were on his ankles.

"I'm a patient man Trevor." Styles told him with a terrifying smile on his face. "I could get you cleaned up and fed so you will heal then come back a few day later to break you again. This could become a vicious cycle."

A cold shiver ran down my spine. The whole scenario played in my head and my blood turned cold.

Again Trevor looked away then muffled his moan of pain when he tried to move.

I saw Styles walking towards me and the other guys beating Trevor up.

I suddenly got an idea.

"Wait!" Every head in the room snapped in my direction. I was the least participant in this whole game of torture so everyone was surprised when I suddenly had an idea.

"Well out with it." The other guy said expectantly. Even Styles was looking at me expectantly.

Realising I was doubting myself Styles came to me.

"What is it Miller?" He lowered his voice.

"Ummm, I saw this in a movie." I added feeling the need to add that I didn't think of this solely by myself. "How about you peal off his nails from his skin."

I suggested and he thought about it for a moment then a huge smile broke off on his face. I smile nervously.

"Nice job Miller. I'm impressed." He said surprised.

He patted my shoulders then spun around.

"Let's play a game Trevor." He announced walking to him. He dragged the metal chair and put in front of Trevor then sat down. "I'm gonna ask you a question, fail to answer of and pealing off a nail."

Murmur began all between the three guys in the room. They all turned to look a me and nodded with approval. I tried not to look away as not look intimidated by them.

One of the guys went to a table full of knives and took one then went ahead to give it to Styles.

"I'll use my own for this one." Styles said to the guy.

He took out a pocket knife then snapped it open. I tried not to flinch when the sound echoed. Styles twirled the tip of the knife on his index figure, blood oozed and he put his figure in his mouth.

"Sharp." He pointed out. "Isn't it Trevor?"

I clenched my jaw feeling sick all of a sudden. I know this is my idea but really thinking about it now made me wanna throw up.

"I'm gonna ask this question again and if you don't answer I peal of your toenails one by one until you have no toenails or your dead."

Styles asked him the question and Trevor tried spitting on his face but missed.

Styles laughed at him then positioned himself and peal it off slowly. Trevor screamed in agony.

I couldn't see Styles' face because he had his back on me but I saw Trevor's face perfectly. He was in pain. He showed it in his eyes and they was his face scrunched.

"I'll ask 19 times more." He threw the toenail. blood oozed out of Trevor's toes.

I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from making a fool out of myself.

"Who sent you?" Styles asked again pealing another one. "Who fucken sent you?"

Trevor screamed louder and I thought he'd die from shock of the pain.

And on the third toenail he broke.

"Okay I'll tell you." He said crying.

When Trevor altered those words Styles snapped his head to me and I smirked.

I smirked in satisfaction and looking at the other guys in the room in pure arrogance.

Styles saw everything and smirked, shaking his head and turning back to Trevor.

"Was that hard? Look what you made me do." He took took out a cloth from his pocket and tried wiping Trevor's blood off his hands.

"This guys approach me okay. They gave me a lot of money just to connect your devices with theirs so they can receive everything your gang does."

Silence fell in the room as we all waited for him to continue but he never did.

"And?" Styles urged him getting riled up. He was getting agitated all of q sudden.

"That's all." Trevor said. An animalistic growl startled everyone in the room.

The aura in the atmosphere suddenly changed in the room. It became chillingly cold.

Styles's shoulders squared and it said it all.

In just a few seconds he became a while new person. No one dared to make a sound.

"I know you know more so spit it out." He was dangerously heaving.

Styles slapped him across the face with so much force that he fell down.

"I fucken hate it when people lie to my face." He suddenly stood up and looked at all of us before repeating his words. "I fucking hate when people lie to me. To my face."

His eyes were crazy and dangerous. He was a completely different person. Someone to be weary of, to be scared of and I admit this is the first time I truly was afraid of him, not the power he holds but the man himself.

"Trevor. Trevor. Trevor." He tsked holding his hand out and a guy approached him and gave him a gun.

He held it to Trevor's head and before anything could happen Trevor stopped him.

"Okay. Okay. I'll tell you." He suddenly said. "If I tell you, you won't kill me right?" Trevor begged trembling. It was truly dawning on him that he will never walk out of this room alive.

"And tell me why shouldn't I? You wasted too much of my time." He asked him.

"Because I'll tell you everything. I mean everything." He begged crying.

"Word." He only said.

"Okay. They're Russians. They provided me with everything and all I had to do was get Dante to let me in the system and the money was mine. I was struggling so I needed it and they were they threatning my family. They already had a guy inside the gang or so they made it seem because they knew too much. They didn't seem like they wanted your territory and they didn't look like the gang type. They never told me their name but they were twins. One of them has a scar on his neck."

I frowned processing the information. They didn't want the territory so what did they want?

Is it possible that their after the whole cartel? Is it possible that they know about this gang belonging to the Casias Cartel?

Styles seemed to be in a daze too but it only took him a second. He snapped out of it and said something to Trevor before shooting him.

And my heart stopped and I tried to hide how shitless scared I was seeing a man die.

I shouldn't have been scared, I mean I buried my own mother alone but seeing Trevor brought another kind of fear to me. Something I couldn't explain.

"Wouldn't want people thinking our gang is weak and forgives easily." He murmured before ordering his guys.

I stayed rooted at my spot like I had done since I came in here.

"Call the chemist." He told them as he approached me.

He looked so casual like he didn't just end a man's life. The crazy look was still there but it had subsided a lot.

He monitored for me to follow him and quick as sonic I followed him still shaken.

"You have the rest of the day off." He told me and I sighed with relief. I opened the car and got. "I'm going to the hideout first though."

I nodded not trusting my voice not to tremble and give away how shaken I was.

"The hideout." He told his driver.

"Who is the Chemi__." I stopped myself when I realized that curiosity just got the better of me.

I shook my head.

"Do you really wanna know?" He asked and I thought careful of my answer.

"Yeah, maybe.... I mean no." I stuttered and he chuckled.

"What is it Miller? Yes or no?" My face flushed and I looked away. After a few seconds he answered. "He's the guy that makes guys like Trevor disappear."

I shouldn't have asked. That I got clear. I shouldn't have.

The whole ride to the hideout I didn't alter a word. Or any sound for that matter except breathing.

When we arrived at the hideout, Styles went on to do his business and I didn't stand in his way.

I lingered around looking all lost and everyone looked at me like they didn't want nothing to do with me. They looked at me with hate and envy.

After all I was the rookie that rolled with the Godfather even if they were here long before i was.

Seeing as I wasn't wanted I went to Styles to tell him that I'll be heading out on my own.

Besides I had a date with the most important woman in my life.

When I told him that he smirked devilishly and I knew what he wanted me to do.

He sent me to give Sebastian his money for last night's gig. And practically gave me no choice but to follow the order.

I approached Seb cautiously and not because I'm afraid of him. I know for a fact that I can kick his ass but because I was already in a foul mood and I saw a man die today.

"Hy man." I greeted him but didn't allow him to put a word. "They said to give you this."

I handed him the roll and he kissed his teeth. I groaned and ignored him putting the money on the long table.

He's my best friend but right now I can't stand his ass when he's being bitter and blaming me for his mistakes.

I wonder who is he spending his time with because Connor and I are the only one who can tolerate his nonsense.

I started to walk away eager to party with Eve tonight. The sooner I get out of here the better but how wrong was I.

"You think you're high and mighty, do You?" Sebastian suddenly spat. I whipped my head around to stare at him. "You're paying us now."

Actually I'm paying only him. The other guys got there money direct from the boss but that's besides the point.

"Just following orders." I told him sighing.

"I bet you're being paid for nothing since he was fucking your sister." The moment I heard those words I snapped.

Eve is the most precious thing I have in my life. No one messes with her.

I got all up in Sebastian's face and dangerously wosperered to him.