Chapter 2: "Well, If It Isn't My Little Ray Of Pitch Black"

My body was moving in all kinds of directions. Movements that hurt like a bitch because of that idiot who shot me. Twice! Even though I've been awake for the last hour or something, I haven't opened my eyes. I couldn't let my abductors knew I was awake. No. for all they knew, I was still unconscious. That's a total loss for them. Really. I'm a delight to have around.

Not.

Especially now they decided to rob me of my freedom and bring me back to hell.

The bench seat where I was sitting on, dented in. "I know you're awake," Jason's husky voice sounded.

Damn it! Why does he know me so well?!

"Sage," his voice called out again.

I sighed deeply and opened my eyes. As I expected, Jason was sitting beside me. But what I didn't expect was that I was transported in a fucking prison van. In almost every seat, there was an Agent sitting. Watching my every move. Heavily armed. I looked out the window which was, of course, barred. I saw that the van was surrounded by black SUVs. All controlled by, of course, Agents.

Even though I was annoyed as hell, I couldn't help but smirk. All those agents, just for me.

"As you can see, there is nowhere to go. Try to escape, it'll be fun." I just stared blankly at Jason. "It's all his doing, though. If it were me, I would have taken the whole agency with me. Knowing you, even then, you would've managed to escape."

"You know me so well, brother dearest."

"Why did you pretend to be unconscious?"

"Because know I have to look at you, and I don't want to after you betrayed me!" I yelled, what caused everyone in the prison van to stop talking and starting to follow our pleasant conversation. I rolled my eyes and stared angrily into Jason's amber eyes, which were wide open from shock. His facial expression changed immediately after that to an expression mirroring my own. Angry.

"I… I betrayed you?!" He shouted out. "You betrayed me by pretending to be dead for three whole months! I mourned for you! I missed you! I cried for you! And then you happen to be alive all this time! It was you who betrayed me. I didn't do anything to you! I should be me who's angry! Not around! You don't have the right." Jason's face was inches away from mine. His warm breath tickled my skin as we stared furiously into each other's eyes.

"Tell me, Sage. How is it that I betrayed you?" his voice was soft but cold. I hated it when he used this tone in his voice. It reminded me of someone I'd love to forget, but couldn't. Someone who opened my eyes that putting trust in someone else than yourself was stupid. Trusting him… I swallowed and shook him out of my head. Don't let him get to you, Sage.

I took a sharp breath and looked back into Jason's eyes. By the look on his face, he knew exactly what part of my life – what week of my life – I just relived only because he used that specific tone.

"How is it that I betrayed you, Sage?" he asked softly, almost in a broken way. I looked away from him, out of the window. The world outside the van rushed by.

"You know I hate it there. I'm miserable there. You know that. You always did. And when I finally had a chance to escape. A chance to be free, you came back for me. You're taking me back to the place I dread the most. The place I really, really don't want to go back to. And yet, here we are."

I gave Jason one last glance before closing my eyes again. Not to sleep or block him out, but to mentally prepare myself for going back to that place. And, most importantly, facing the Boss. Because I know it would be anything but pleasant.

***

I sucked in a sharp breath but kept my face blank. I didn't want anyone to know that I was actually… afraid of this meeting.

The big, black door in front of us – Jason and I – was closed, but I could tell every little detail from the room on the other side of the door. I could even tell how the Boss was sitting in his chair behind the big glass desk in the middle of the room. I know, because I've seen it before.

Before me, there was another person who escaped this life, but just like me, he got caught and taken back.

I was the one who took him back. And I was the one who stood there helplessly when the Boss did him bad. He didn't kill him… it was far worse, and I would receive the same punishment.

Jason didn't bother to knock and just marched straight in. Pulling me along with him. The rattling of my chains was the only sound in the room. That was until Jason closed the door behind us with a loud bang.

My heart was beating way too fast in my chest, and my breathing was shallow. But I could blame that on the fucking turd who shot me. Oh, if I get my hands on him… There would be nothing left of him for his loved ones to mourn about.

"Well, if it isn't my little ray of pitch black and supposed to be dead daughter." I looked up to the dark-haired male in front of me. John Everly. The head of the assassin's agency… My adoptive Father.