Chapter 7 HE KNOWS NOTHING

Sometimes, when I say, 'I am okay.' I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, 'I know you are not.'

"It's very him," Gael grumbled. "Ethan is taking care of the problem with the traitors, I don't think he will be available for the time being." He sipped his coffee. "He will kill me if I bother him with questions about this girl."

Anne then tilted her head and looked at the girl. She was sure that the odd dress that she was wearing now was Kessell ' sweater, yet the question was; why did he care so much about this girl?

She was a shifter and Kessell wasn't fond of creatures from that kind. Not like he was fond of the other creatures, but it simply didn't feel like him.

There was something wrong with this.

.....

At that time, Blue raised her empty bowl and looked at Anne expectantly. "Can I have another bowl, please?" she asked in her cheerful voice. "This is delicious."

Smiling, Anne took the empty bowl from Blue's hands and gave her another portion of spaghetti.

"You have a big appetite for someone so small like you. It will not be easy to feed you," Gael spoke disdainfully and received a glare from the girl.

"Stop being a jerk to a small child," Anne said, hitting the back of Gael's head again.

"Why am I being hit by you again? You have been hitting me since I was a child, stop it already, it will become a habit," Gael grumbled.

"It's already a habit."

Meanwhile, Blue didn't care about the bickering between the old lady and the annoying uncle, and just enjoyed her food.

"He is inside, Boss," Sebastian informed him, as he approached Ethan .

Meanwhile, Ethan just nodded his head slightly to signal the two men to open the door, behind which they held the traitor inside a room.

Inside that medium sized cubicle, there was a man, who was tied to a straight backed wooden chair.

This room was two levels below the house and soundproofed, so no matter how loud this man screamed in agony, no one would hear his voice, especially when the closest neighbor was miles away from this secluded place.

One of the reasons why Ethan had chosen this specific building for the base of his secret organization was because he always liked quiet places like this.

Ethan prowled over to the man, who was slumped in his chair. Blood dripped from his temples and nose, splattered on the front of his tattered white shirt. It showed how much torture he had to endure before he would get more from Ethan .

"Untie him," Ethan said in a hoarse voice. He stood right in front of that bruised and battered man, expressionlessly.

Meanwhile, Sebastian walked over and loosened the restraints on his arms and body, causing him to almost fall over.

If it was not for Sebastian's good reflexes, he would have fallen face first to the dirty ground. Without much of the effort, Sebastian propped him back up on the chair.

The man's eyes flickered open, he glanced up and immediately the remaining blood on his face drained, leaving him deathly pale. He blinked rapidly, as if trying to deny the presence of the man before his eyes, yet fear was something that he was not able to hide.

"How is it here?" Ethan asked Sebastian, his second in command.

"He is refusing to give anything up." He had tried a lot of methods but couldn't make him spill anything.

"You weren't persuasive enough."

Sebastian leaned his back against the wall. "He is all yours." He waved his hand at the man.

Ethan then walked toward the other man, who was standing there and took the gun from his holster and pointed it to the man's right leg before he pulled the trigger.

"No! AARRGH!" The man howled and fell to the ground, curled his body, as he felt the pain that left him in agony.

On the other hand, Sebastian and the other man only lifted their eyebrows upon seeing that.

"Who else are you divulging this secret to?" The secret of the organization had been leaked by someone and the last thing that Ethan appreciated was a traitor.

"No one. No one else. You have killed the Elmwood family." He shook his head, wailing again. "Please spare my life..."

"Luca, isn't it?" Ethan asked, but when the man didn't answer him and chose to wail and whine, he directed his gun toward that man again.

Seeing that, the man replied to him frantically. "Yes, yes, I am Luca. Please. I know nothing. I don't know about it!"

One more bullet grazed the arm of Luca as he roared in agony.

"Who else?" Ethan repeated his question, but when he received the same unsatisfied answer, another bullet nestled in his other leg.

"I don't know..." Luca cried. He saw all of his life flashing before his eyes, as he realized that he wouldn't survive this. It was the basic rule that a traitor must die.

Right at that time, before Ethan fired another bullet, his phone rang. This was a different tone, the only tone that would ring when she called him.

Knowing that, Ethan made it fast for himself, as he shot straight to his head.

"You killed him," Sebastian stated.

"He knows nothing." Ethan tossed the gun to Sebastian after he secured it and walked out of the room, picking up the phone from her.

"Haven't I told him that?" Sebastian asked the other guy in that room, frustrated.

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"Why is she there?" Kessell startled Anne, while the old lady struggled to pick Blue up from under the bed.

"You scared me," Anne protested, she felt her heart would jump when she heard his voice all of a sudden. "I could have a heart attack, I am not young anymore," she grumbled.

"Naturally, you should be scared of me." Kessell walked closer and found the girl was sleeping, with her body curled into a fetal position, under the bed.