Chapter 3

Jordan Smith found himself bound to a cold metal pole, his senses dulled by the drug administered during his abduction. A sudden splash of water roused him, and he groggily opened his eyes to a blurry scene. The dim light overhead cast a faint glow on the concrete floor, and the walls bore the gruesome remnants of past torments—dried blood from previous victims. The room lacked windows, featuring only a plain metal door and a wooden table placed against a chilling wall, adorned with an array of menacing torture devices. A chilling voice cut through the air, "You've got some guts, Smith." Jordan struggled to make sense of the situation when a surge of pain shot through his shoulder. Franklin, with a cold sneer, had thrown a dart that hit its mark. "Oops, aiming for the left, and it landed on the right," he frowned. Andrew, not to be outdone, picked up another dart and casually threw it, this time targeting Jordan's left shoulder. "There you go," Andrew lazily remarked, earning a smile from Franklin. A scream tore through Jordan's throat as the harsh reality of his predicament hit him like a tidal wave. "M-Mr. Powell," he stammered, terror etched across his face. Franklin, a cynical smile playing on his lips, toyed with another dart in his long, calloused fingers, challenging Jordan, who nervously eyed the multitude of darts laid out on the table before him. "Who do you think we are, Smith?" he inquired, the wickedness in his voice sending shivers down Jordan's spine. The tension escalated as Franklin continued, "I asked you a question. I hate repeating." The atmosphere grew colder as another dart found its mark in Jordan's chest. "Every ten seconds you take to answer, you get another dart," Andrew declared, casually reaching for yet another dart. The room echoed with another agonized scream from Jordan as the torment intensified. Clutching his jaw to suppress the screams of pain, Jordan managed to reply, "You are the kings of the business world." He bit back the pain, regretting his foolish decision to cross paths with these formidable men. Despite the dire situation, Andrew's voice remained menacing as he growled, "Yet you decided to make a fool out of us, covering the fact you wanted to use us to boost your stock price and gain new customers." The revelation hung in the air, and Andrew continued, "Luckily, we got wind of it before it happened." He directed a hiss at the bound man, emphasizing the severity of his betrayal. Observing the unfolding drama, Franklin silently vowed to track down the person who had left the incriminating note and consider recruiting them for their cunning insight. Meanwhile, Jordan, overwhelmed by desperation, sobbed and pleaded, "I was desperate to save my company." He laid bare the stakes, explaining that without this scheme, years of hard-earned work would crumble, leaving hundreds of employees jobless. " let me go, please" he implored, desperation seeping into his pleas. "Aww, now what are you going to add? I have a family, a pregnant wife, and children waiting for me. Please let me go and I will never cross you," Andrew mocked. "Please don't hurt my family," he pleaded. "Now thinking about it. I think we should pay a visit to your family," Franklin grinned. "I don't have time," Andrew grunted in disapproval. "Oh come on brother, don't be such a bore," Franklin tsked. "Enough," Andrew said. "Okay, okay. I will let Luis handle his family. Umm.. what should I do kill them, sell them, burn them," Andrew contemplated their options. Jordan looked at the brothers in fear. How easily they were talking about such outrageous things just like talking about the weather. "You should have thought this before acting," Franklin laughed. Throwing a dart that landed on his ribs. Andrew didn't bother speaking, picking up a few darts he aimed at his abdomen, knees, hips, and balls. Jordan screamed and groaned in agony. Not able to move chains binding him to a metal pole, making him live every single second of the pain. "I am bored," Andrew yawned, grabbing an ax. Jordan screamed at him, this time not caring about anything. The fact he was carrying an ax and moving fucking towards him made him piss in his pants. "YOU FUCKING MONSTERS. LET ME GO," he frantically yelled at them. "Tsk, tsk, wrong choice of words. You should beg your captors and not yell at them," Franklin chided him lightly. Horror struck Jordan and he started begging them. "I am sorry, I am sorry. P-Please, Mr. Powell," he sobbed repeating sorry multiple times. Andrew rolled his eyes. He had enough of his bullshit and cut off his left arm in a swift motion. *splash* Warm blood-covered Andrew who didn't look bothered with it. "He is soon going to die of blood loss," Franklin felt sad. He wanted to enjoy playing with him more. With a sigh, he grabbed another dart-throwing it at his right eye. Jordan screams, becoming groggy, his mind in a daze due to massive blood loss. Andrew didn't bother about his brother's whines or Jordan's screams; using the ax he continued chopping his other hand and both the legs like he was chopping a piece of wood. Jordan who had long died now was thrown as the food to the feral dogs they raised. "Take care of the rest," Andrew grunted, leaving with his bloody self. Luis, one of their bodyguards nodded. Working for the Powell's for ten years, he has gotten used to such disturbing scenes. It was nothing new. ---

Andrew washed himself up with a towel in hand and rubbed it over his wet hair. Droplets of water falling from his messy hair. He walked to the kitchen counter, picking up an apple. "I just called Dante to find the person who left the note," Luis informed. Andrew nodded. It would be profitable for their company to find such a competent person. Andrew smiled at the thought. His brother sure has the luck to come across such a person. He didn't why something in him was eager to meet that person. The smiley face left on the note was cute. The note. Thinking about the note, a dark current rose in Andrew. What if that note is instead left to the rival party. Won't their secrets be sold to them, leaving them vulnerable and at loss? Such a person turned against us... he didn't think more about it. They can now only hire that person or eliminate that person. Little did they know what was coming for them next and how that person was going to change their life.