Milan

We drove around silently until he calmed down fully to where he could talk clearly.

"It was horrible, Mils." He said quietly as he slumped in the seat.

"What happened?" I glanced at him as I slowed down for the orange light.

"There was this...this man." He shook his head. "He was with his wife and three kids...we had been n hiding and we found him...He owed Damon a great deal if money and hadn't paid him back in years...and for that reason, they made me k-kill him in front of his wife and k-kids..." Then he broke down into tears again. "It was so h-horrible. They looked at me like I was a m-monster! What else was I supposed to do? I had no choice they w-would have killed m-me too, Mils."

I slumped my shoulders and frowned. I truly pitied him. This is why he wasn't made for this life. He has been too sheltered. I wiped one of his tears with my finger.

"I can't say it's going to be alright, because that would be a lie." I said quietly.

He sniffled and sat up a little. "How do you get over it?" He asked.

"You don't. You relive that day over and over for the rest of your life. You just have to learn how to live with it." I shrugged as I stared forward at the red light.

"I...I just...no lo sé." He said  quietly as he buried his face in his hands.

The light turned green and I drove off. My poor baby brother...

"It's the life that you chose. Now you have to deal with the consequences for your actions...and sorry I'm sounding a lot like Dad." I mumbled the last part.

He chuckled a bit. "What was your first kill like?"

I frowned slightly. "Oh, I was a complete mess. I lost all sanity for that brief moment and I do not regret it."

"Why don't you?" He looked at me.

"Because. It was Mom's killer." I said with a grin.

Flashback

"We found him."

I put my book down and looked at Elliot who wore an eager expression as he stood in my doorway, panting. Guess he ran all the way up here.

"Found who?" I raised an eyebrow.

"The driver. The one that rammed the car." His grin widened.

I felt all the blood drain from my body momentarily, feeling lightheaded m, and I  dropped the book and stared at him in shock.

"You're lying." I managed to get out at a whisper.

"Not at all baby girl. Come on. Miguel says that he needs you for this one." He gestured to me with his hand.

I bolted off my bed and quickly followed him. "Why can't he do it?" I asked.

"He wants to kill him and be done because he's not getting any answers out of him. But he wants him to suffer and you fit the description. Ace." He said with a small smile.

A small smirk formed on my face. We walked to the basement and Miguel came storming out. "Milan. Make him talk." He growled. I nodded and walked in with Elliot who stood behind me watching.

The man sat tied to the chair by his torso, wrists, and ankles. His nose was bloody and one of his eyes were swollen shut. There were multiple cuts and bruises on his face. I frowned.

Of course he's not speaking. He didn't do enough.

I stood in front of him with my arms crossed. He looked up at me with the one open eye. He scowled, trying to put on his most defiant face.

"So they brought in a girl?" He chuckled.

Choosing to ignore his comment, I kicked him in the chest, causing him to fall backwards with a loud BANG. I stood over him, narrowing my eyes.

"Yes, he sent a girl." I growled. "And this girl happens to be your worst nightmare. What's your name?"

"Miguel Black." He smirked.

I laughed humorlessly. "Ha...you have jokes..." Then I kicked him hard in the ribs. "What is your name?"

He growled angrily and just glared at me. I nodded and stepped back. I snapped at Elliott to pick up his chair. I walked over to the table and picked up a manilla folder. I opened it.

"Oh! Turns out that I didn't have to kick you. Your name is right here." I smiled sweetly at him and he stared at me with a passive face.

"So, the name is Anthony Washington. White male, 6'1. 31 years of age. Marries for three years, two kids. Oh! And it says here that you are a Wolf affiliate." I grinned as I closed the folder. "So you know Ol' Damon Fuentes, huh?"

He just remained silent in his seat. This caused me to get very frustrated. "Okay, Tony...I'm going to call you Tony. We both know why you're here, right? Right. But we need to know if Damon sent you or not." I stood back in front of him again. "Now that doesn't mean that we're letting you go. You killed my mother and you're not getting away with that."

Silence....

"Tell me what I need to know and you'll die quickly." I snapped my fingers at Elliott again and he brought back a syringe, needle, and a bottle of clear liquid. "Don't tell me and you're going to wish you spoke." I stuck the needle into the bottle and

He spat at my feet. "Like I'll tell you bitch."

I got up and stabbed him in the shoulder with it and injected the liquid into him. He yelled out in pain. I stepped back and leaned on the table.

"Within the next minute, that liquid will start coursing throughout your veins and burn you alive from the inside out. And it takes at least an hour to reach your heart. An hour of your screaming in agony, an hour for me to put you out of your misery. Your choice." I took out my phone and started the timer.

"Is he going to talk?" Elliott asked me quietly.

"Yes." I nodded. Then the man let out a blood curdling scream and he started to writhe in his seat. Thrashing about like a snake on hot cement.

He has thirty more seconds...

His screams continued. Miguel walked downstairs to inspect. "What did you do to him?"

"Burn him alive." I said with a straight face.

"OKAY! DAMON S-SENT ME!" Tony yelled.

I stepped forward smirking. "Sorry, didn't quite hear you. What did you say?" I brushed my hair behind my ear.

"DAMON SENT ME!" He bellowed. "KILL ME NOW!"

I chuckled and stepped back. "I'm sorry. I can't do that." I said with a sick smile. "You killed my mother and now you suffer."

I turned around to walk away. "My work here is done. He has 58 minutes left." I walked up the stairs, closing the door behind me.

End of Flashback

"Oh my gawd. You were that cold blooded?" Mikey looked at me in shock.

I nodded. Then my phone started to buzz nonstop. I picked it up to look at the messages.

Dean: WHERE ARE YOU

Dean:: WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE

Dean: YOU'RE IN TROUBLE WHEN YOU GET BACK!"

Dean: BETTER SAY GOOD BYE TO  YOUR CAR

I swear...