Zach’s P.O.V:
I was getting exhausted from all the waiting.
Something needed to happen, and something needed to happen fast.
Gabriel was on the verge of death, and I couldn’t be happier.
“How is it looking for Gabriel?” I ask Sam, and he holds out a bloodied knife.
“It is going fine. I still however could not get any answers out of him, and I honestly don’t think that I will get any answers out of him. I have branded him, I have cut him, I have whipped him, I have cut three of his fingers off, and I have ripped his toenails off. I have used him as my own personal punching bag, and still I have got absolutely fuckall from him. He is not going to talk. Sorry, boss.” Sam sighs, and I nod.
“It is fine. His death will do all the talking for him.” I smirk, and he nods.
“Yes, of course
