The sound of footsteps on the metal stairs echoed in the dimly lit hallway. A man opened the door to at the end of the hallway making way for Kael to enter in to the horrible room where his prisoners were tortured moreover killed. A man sat crouched at a corner with shackles restraining him. He was beaten and had marks of dried blood on his face and arms. Kael observed the man who lay still. His posture expressed fear for life.

"Look up" Kael sounded demanding and dangerous. The man lifted his head up shakily yet he didn't look in to Kael's eyes.

"Jason Clarke, I see that the hospitality you received was not up to standard. Please accept my apologies. My men do get carried away sometimes when they are bored. I only asked them to detain you." Kael said to the man with a tone of a gentleman. The hostage looked at Kael in despise.

"Please have Mr. Clarke escorted to the meeting room and see that he is comfortable there. Mr.Clarke I shall join you in a moment, Please excuse me." Kael exited the room leaving a bewildered man behind.

"So, the trumps are up?" Adrian questioned Kael.

"Not yet, it's just a pawn. Let him feel free in his last day, after all I do too have a soft spot." Kael replied curling his lips in to a sardonic smile.

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Kael dismissed his two men who were guarding the meeting room with Jason Clarke in it.

"The interior here is a tad bit much for a mafia's liking don't you think?" Kael initiated but Clarke remained silent. Kael made drinks for two and offered Clarke one and placed it on the table before him since Clarke did not accept it. He was far from accepting a drink from the masked man who happen to be the leader of the Gurreirro's only because he feared everything about the Gurreirro's.

"Mr.Clarke, I assure you that you are safe in my presence as long as you co-operate of course." Kael sounded dangerous yet convincing.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable?" Kael asked again showing concern. Clarke looked at Kael directly for the first time without hesitation.

"Water..Water please" Clarke asked for water, stammering. He expressed nothing but pain and fear. Kael offered him a cool glass of water and a fresh napkin. Several minutes passed as Clarke gulped down the water with difficulty.

"Let's cut the small talk and get to the point Mr.Clarke. You have got something that belong to me. All I want you to do is give it back." Clarke looked at Kael in dismay.

"Let me give you some clarity so that you can think rationally." Kael opened the manila folder which was on the table and took out what seemed like photographs. He observed them and tossed one to Clarkes side but Clarke didn't look what the photograph was about.

"I must say that house does not look affordable for suspended FBI agent." Clarkes eyes shot up at Kael's comment.

"Ah! What a beautiful wife you have. I'm sure she is a devoted mother to your children. Jenifer right?" He tossed a picture of Clarkes wife Jenifer at and nervousness was evident from his expressions.

"The hell did you do to her!?" Clarke spoke after a break.

"Don't panic Clarke, she is fine she is absolutely fine. Is she always so wild in bed?" Kael spilled the final words mocking Clarke.

"You filthy fucking son of a bitch!" Clarke spat at him.

"Now that's not right of you to call me when your wife is the one who run to me begging for a good fuck." Kael slammed his hands on the table and laughed hard throwing his head back.

"See for yourself" Kael tossed the rest of the pictures to Clarke who hurriedly started to look at each one of them. "Fucking bitch" Clarke stammered and in anger he threw the photo's away.

"That she is my friend. I must credit her for that. She confessed that you couldn't made her come and she had to fake it every time." Kael laughed out loud.

"If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have found you in Rio. By the way I wonder how you managed to get so close to me! Care to explain?" Kael gave a dangerous glare to Clarke. "I have a very little tolerance rate Mr.Clarke."

"You are mistaken. I am not after you. I have nothing to do with any of you!" Clarke replied his voice rigid.

"I hardly believe that. My men have recovered some sensitive data from your computer. It had things that a normal person should not be dealing with. Also they tracked an offshore bank account which summed up to a $3.5million in the name of Jason Turner and a passport. So tell me which of this is real?" Kael's revelation on Clarke built the tension escalate in the room. Clarke eyed Kael in disgust while gritting his teeth.

"I have a proposition for you. Give me answers and I let you go. Try and defy me I will still let you go but I will let some very violent men know the where about of your beautiful two daughters. They will be auctioned and you will be held against it and I will make your wife be a whore to my men."Kael's mere words made Clarke fringe back on his seat.

"Not my kids, please they are only fourteen." Clarke begged.

"Yes! The ripe age of a blossoming girl. You Know I have heard that some men like it nice and tight. So let's get back to business. Do we have a deal Mr.Clarke?" Kael demanded.

"Yes! Yes." Clarke stammered.

"Who do you work for?"

"No one"

"I repeat, Who do you sell information to?" Kael's voice sounded agitated.

"I don't work for anyone! I just don't. I gather information and send emails." Clarke exhaled.

"To whom?"

"I don't know! All I know is they approached me. Gave me jobs. It's like being a hitman except I don't kill I spy information and sell them alright." Clarke kept on.

"What triggered you to work for them?"

"They offered me a job when I was suspended. It all started off as a private investigator work but I couldn't go public about it. The first job was to spy on a Belgian national an ex-con who was a drug dealer in Vegas. They said they cannot disclose their identity for security reasons. I also didn't want to end up in trouble but they paid me ten grand upfront. Who would do that huh?" Clarke spoke his voice stammered as he talked.

"I needed the money, I thought it was for a good cause you know, they were taking down the bad guys. I felt as if I am working for the FBI though I actually didn't. It thrilled me. I honestly don't know who approached me. I gathered information for them for a long time. They have been good on the agreement and my latest project was..was"

"Gurreirro!" Kael finished for Clarke.

"Yes"

"So what did you find out about me Clarke, I fancy to know." Kael demanded.

"You were the most difficult actually you are. I've been spying for the last couple of months. Now I see why I still couldn't get a picture of you." His eyes gestured at the mask Kael had on.

"I came up with nothing good that would help to..nothing important about you" Clarke gulped the last of the sentence that he was about to say.

"My men recovered this photo from your computer Clarke. I am interested to know who this is." Kael showed the last photograph he had in hand. Clarke observed it and finally spoke.

"This was sent to me by mail several weeks earlier. I am to find out who she is. All I know is her name is Andressa Andrade and she is an architect from LA. She is married to a wealthy businessman, Kael Dangelo. The Brazilian origin tycoon living in LA. They informed me that this woman is a spy and she is a threat to all the mafia. I met her once in the city she was very innocent and childlike. Women I tell you are the last thing on earth to be trusted." Clarkes last words echoed in Kael's eardrums. He felt as his ears were bleeding and his stomach crumbled as he remembered the accusations Jose made on Andressa. Kael placed a notepad and a pen to Clarke.

"Clarke, write down all sources of your communication to this syndicate that you are supplying information to. Once they are monitored and affirmed I will release you. Thank you for your co-operation and you will be highly compensated for the injuries my men have caused." Kael stood up and turned to leave.

"That's it?" Clarke questioned.

"I am a man of my word Clarke. I do not stab in the back." Kael replied without turning and left the meeting room.

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Oh my god! How did you like this chapter folks!!

The twist begins here and yes I know you expected this the least right?

Clarke gave another perspective to Andressa. What would Kael do now? Will he still be the same or will he unleash his demonic violent side upon Andressa. Who is the villain of this story!

Keep in touch for the next chapters!

RASAN.