Page 9 of Allegiance

House.

Oh, well, that was easy.

This was about to be a very horrible day for Jagger Armstrong.

“Remember how you fawned over her, and she became your downfall, Jagger?” he asked, his mouth near his ear. “Remember that your destruction was a woman.”

Jagger turned his head and faced the man.

There was nothing but hate and loathing in his eyes. If this man thought he’d tell him anything…

He wouldn’t.

He’d specifically not tell him that Maura was still alive. He could fuck all the way off.

Back.

To.

Columbia.

That was for damn sure.

“What are your final last words?” Chevy asked him, as he touched the spot on Jaggers’ upstretched arm where the tattoo of Maura was.

“That you always were a special kind of stupid, Chevy, and that face…you’re not fooling anyone.”

He laughed.

“I want that tattoo peeled from his skin, and I’m going to feed it to him,” he said.

Well, that sounded particularly disgusting.

Only, he wasn’t done.

“You’ll never be El Gato, Chevy. You’ll always be a piss-poor Marine who had to be dirty to get the accolades.”

That enraged him.

That was the last straw.

“Torture them, and get any information out of them about where they are hidden. I want the rest of The Hunters dead. Oh, and start with Jagger, but watch your back. He’s tricky. Aren’t you, J?” he asked.

Jagger said nothing.

Chevy drove in what he perceived to be the killing blow to Jagger’s soul.

“Did she shout your name when she was blown up? Did you cry as bits and pieces of her rained down on you?” Chevy asked, grinning sadistically.

He wanted this man to hurt in ways he couldn’t even imagine.

Jagger Armstrong was about to spend his last few minutes alive, regretting he’d ever begun playing that game.

When Jagger didn’t dignify that response, it pissed the man off.

“Torture him but keep him alive the entire time.”

Well, it was about to begin.

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