Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261: Interrogations 2

Barry felt the biting coldness in her voice despite the kindness laced in it sending a flurry of shiver ran down his spine.

"I am just the driver and didn’t know much about the job specification. I... I ...was...only given an instruction to carry out." He stammered, his breathing ragged.

"I don’t play games," she smirked and as she stretched her hands towards Ethan who glanced at Davis seeking approval.

Davis noticed his gaze and gave a nod. Ethan picked up a small device—a needle-thin prod wired to a high-voltage source.

Without a word, she plunged it into Barry’s side. The man screamed, convulsing, his body jerking as volts tore through his nerves. She pulled it away and repeated it again.

Barry screamed louder this time, veins popping along his neck.

When the prod withdrew, he slumped forward, panting. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His resistance had broken.

"I’ll talk..." he rasped. "I’ll talk..."

Jessica leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "Then talk."

Barry coughed, his voice raw.

"It wasn’t just me. I was just the driver assigned to run into them. The Brotherhood received a contract. Anonymous account. The payment was routed through an offshore system. The target was your father. Your mother was...out of coincidence."

"Why my father?" Davis asked coldly.

"They planned the accident. But the real plan wasn’t to kill. It was an abduction. Your father had information needed from his hand but he didn’t hand it over when he was requested to."

"Why then did he have to die after being in coma for four months?"

"To keep them from running away when they regained consciousness, they were injected with a paralysis serum just like in your case. But unfortunately, the hit had resulted in internal bleeding which led to a series of complications."

"Who gave the injection? Without proper diagnosis?"

Barry kept mute, his eyes flickering but as Jessica approached, he blurted out a name "Dr. Victor Parker."

Davis’s hands clenched on the chair’s arms, knuckles turning white.

"And my sister?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Barry coughed again. "Someone helped her escape. An inside traitor. We don’t know who. The Brotherhood killed him soon after."

Jessica looked at Davis as he sat back, breathing heavily. Jessica placed her hand on his. Her voice was measured. "And what other parties were involved?"

Barry shook his head, trembling. "I don’t know."

"You don’t know or you don’t want to say?" She asked coldly.

Barry’s breath hitched. "You have to seek out Marcus Grant, he has the answers you want." He said in a flurry.

Jessica nodded briefly as her eyes narrowed at him. Barry’s shrunk his head he wouldn’t want to attract her wrath again.

"Marcus Grant, codename ’Sleeping Ghost,’ team leader of the Brotherhood of Daggers and Serpents, sought asylum ten years ago, was apprehended five years ago, and broke out of prison two years ago. Where do you think I’ll find him?" she asked with indifference.

Ethan walked closer to Davis, his voice low "what is she talking about? How come she knew this profile without investigation?"

"Keep him alive. Heal him just enough. Then start over tomorrow." Davis voice cackled through the silence as he instructed Stone.

Jessica slowly stood up, with a sharp turn she walked towards the exit followed by Davis, Ethan then Stone who had the door closed.

And as the door closed, Barry curled up in a puddle of blood, whispering the same name over and over through cracked lips.

"Marcus Grant."

With slow, measured steps, the group left the base. Stone saw them off at the gate.

"Treat his wounds carefully, and make sure no one visits him," Davis instructed again.

They boarded the car and departed, with the shadow guards falling into formation behind them.

In the car, Jessica rested her head against the headrest, eyes closed, her mind swirling with thoughts. Davis glanced at her side profile, his gaze filled with unspoken emotions.

Suddenly, Jessica’s stomach churned. She quickly pulled out a disposable bag and vomited.

"Pull over," Davis ordered, immediately reaching over to pat her back. He unscrewed a bottle of water and brought it to her lips as she lifted her head.

Her forehead was damp with sweat. The fierce lady from the dungeon was gone, replaced by a tired, vulnerable woman battling the symptoms of pregnancy.

"Drink some water," he said gently.

She nodded, took a small sip, rinsed her mouth, and poured the water out. After alighting from the car to dispose of the bag in a nearby trash can, she got back in, and they continued their journey back to the city.