Lowkey

Chapter 42

✰ Ｒｏｍａｎ ✰

"𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫"

My fists collided with his jaw once more, causing blood to spray from his mouth.

I took a step back, taking in the entertaining scene in front of me. As blood streamed from his body, he sat absolutely helpless in the chair.

"Speak." Coming up behind him, Theo commanded, taking his head by the throat.

I took a sharp knife from my back pocket and stuck it into the side of his neck, emotionlessly staring at him.

My hand twitched for more as he groaned in anguish. But I had to keep him alive.

Staking the knife out of his neck, blood spritzed out from the side and he looked up at me with grief.

"I don't know." He gasped for air as Theo tightened his hand.

"Talk, stronzo." I said, glaring at him, he flinched and looked away.

Translation: Fucker.

"It wasn't me who did it!" He exclaimed, his fists clenched alongside him.

Theo chuckled and tightened his grip on the man, suffocating him.

I permitted him to do so. The fear of torture didn't seem to work on him; perhaps death did.

As he gasped and shook wildly in his chair, his lifeless eyes blazed with tears, spilling down his face. His tied arms were pleading to be released.

"Fine." He managed to croak out.

Nodding towards Theo, he let go of his hold and the man gasped loudly, choking on the air doing so.

Striding forwards, I sank the knife into his thigh and watched it slowly burn into his flesh, causing him to buckle once more.

"His name is Stray!"

Drilling it deeper, he screamed and then continued.

"He's Jason's second,"

"Your leader?" Theo questioned, staring at him extensively.

I watched him nod slowly, his eyes raking with tears and I rolled my own.

"Fucking pathetic," I grumbled as I pulled the knife from his leg.

"Is there anything else we should know?" Theo quipped, swinging his gun around his finger.

The man halted his body and shook his head unsteadily.

Passing me the gun, I rolled my head back and turned the safety off with my thumb.