ABOUT TO FIND OUT

DANTE'S POV

As Liam and I walk into the mansion dragging the director inside like he was a rag, the other men rush towards us and widen their eyes at my bloody arm. Kent looks like he's going to lose his mind when he spots me and he starts pacing back and forth in the room. He runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head as he takes in the scene in front of him.

"Please tie him up in the torture room." I drop the director's legs carelessly and avert my gaze to Headshot and the other men who immediately react and take the director away.

"What did you do? Oh my God, what did you do?" Kent asks as he walks towards me. "And you're bleeding. Fuck! Why are you bleeding? What happened?"

"You don't have to be here if you don't want to Kent. Just get out of you don't like what you see." I say to him still ignoring the light throb on my shoulder. This bullet graze is nothing compared to the pain that I feel in my chest. It's nothing compared to the way my heart is broken right now.

"Are we going to start getting answers now or what?" Liam asks with an impatient tone.

"Do you two realize what you've just done? You have committed a federal crime and I need to know exactly what happened. I need to know what happened. What if your identities have been compromised? What if you left someone alive? What if people are coming after you right now?"

I scoff at his hysterical reaction and fold my arms across my chest. More blood seeps out of my shoulder but I don't even care.

"If you really think that, then that means you really know nothing about me. No one followed us and we left no one in that place alive." I say to him.

"That means you killed all his guards. You killed innocent people?" I grab him by his collar and push him against the wall.

"I admit it okay? Killing innocent people goes against all what I believe in, but it was either them or me. What Kent? Do you think they would have just let us waltz in there and take their director without putting up a fight? I made it very clear what I was going to do when I left so don't try to judge me now. If you really wanted to stop this, you would have. You would have sent agents to where we were to bust us, but you let it happen! You came here! You found me! I didn't ask you to look for me. You found what you found so don't try to change me into an FBI detective. I'm a killer, a murderer. So leave me the fuck alone! You either take me to jail right now or you suck it up and help me get Adeline and Naomi back! and that fool we just kidnapped in there is the key?"

I let go of his collar and push him against the wall. He flares his nostrils at me in anger but he shuts up. He doesn't utter a single word as he watches Liam and I walk past him. But he's a detective. I know he won't be able to hold back his curiosity. I know he won't be able to stand here and calm down without knowing what I'm doing to his director.

Well if he wants to come and watch then he can be my guest. I head over to the bathroom first and take out a first aid kit. I clean my wound quicker than I would under normal circumstances. I pour alcohol on it and bite down on my teeth as I ignore the pain. I stictch the open skin and then pour some water on me to get rid of the blood on my body.

I take a look in the mirror after putting on some shorts and a lose t-shirt. I run my hands through my wet hair and looking at my reflection, I suddenly get so angry, then I punch the mirror so hard that it shatters under my hands. I star at the broken pieces of the mirror angrily before stomping out of the bathroom and towards the bitch I want kill.

I walk into the torture room where all the men are present with a tied up director secured to a table. I smirk and then walk towards him and slap him awake. He wakes up with a jerk, but he can't move his body because of how well he has been tied down. The only thing he can move is his head. He has been ripped out of his clothes so that all that is left on him are his boxers.

He struggles to adjust his eyes to the light that is pouring down his face and he winces in pain from the force of my slap. The only person in this room who looks disturbed is Kent. I know he has tortured people before, but he has never seen anything like what I am about to do before. That I am sure of.

The director starts trembling in fear when he realizes his surroundings. He shakes and tries to move but it's futile.

"Do you have any idea who I am? Do you know who I am?" He screams in a condescending tone despite his situation. I get annoyed and punch him straight in the stomach. He coughs and hisses in pain yet all it does it bring joy to me. I want him to suffer. I want to see the pain written all over his face.

"Do I look like I give a fuck who you are?" He snaps his head towards me as he continues to cough in pain and then his eyes widen when he notices Kent in the room.

"Kent! Detective? What the fuck are you doing here? Who are these people? What kind of sick game is this?" The detective snaps his head back to me as he continues questioning us in confusions and then he squints his eyes and widens them even more. As if a memory just came to me. As if he recognized me.

"You…" He says, his voice filled with dread. From the look on his face, I have no doubt he has figured out who I am. He knows that I am the one Veronica is looking for and it's written all over his face. I smirk at him as he continues to tremble on the table.

"Kent. Untie me right now! Shoot this man and get me the hell out of here!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that director." Kent says with disappointment and betrayal written all over his face. he still can't bring himself to believe that a member of the FBI is involved in something as dirty as this. The more Kent spends time in this room, the more the skepticism in his eyes turns to anger.

"You've done terrible things director." Kent says.

"Tell me director." I start speaking. "Do you remember your activities for the past days?" I ask him, my voice menacingly low as I widen my eyes at him. "Do you remember a certain Adeline? The girl you took advantage of?"

His eyes bulge out of his head. "How do you know that? I told them there was a mole. I knew it. I knew we had a betrayer amongst us." I slap him across the face. The anger in my eyes visible to him as I grab his face with rage.

"So you admit it?" I let a psychotic smile overtake my features as I stare at him. "You fucking admit it."

"You won't get anything out of me." The director says stubbornly. I let out a menacing laugh as I ace back and forth in front of him.

"Oh I love your confidence." I bring my face so close to his. "You may have heard about me director but I don't think you really know who I am. Well today's your lucky day because you're about to find out."

I smile evilly and take out a small sharp knife from my pocket.