Beta Xavier Costa.
Chapter 52

Beta Xavier Costa - POV

“What?” I barked.

“Don't kill him,” Samuel warned me.

“That would be a difficult task for me to accomplish.” I retorted, but Samuel got up from his place.

“I am serious, Xavier. He is our only clue to replace out who was behind this attack,” Samuel said, and even though all my wolf and I wanted was that fucker’s blood to coat our hands, I knew that Samuel was right.

“Okay,” I said and stormed out of there. I mind-linked the prison guards to take that rogue to the interrogation room. I walked behind the grand staircase and towards the blank wall. I pushed a button on the wall, and immediately, the wall moved to show a titanium door with a keypad. After scanning my eyes, the door opened, and I walked down the stairs to the basement.

As I reached the front desk, the guard on duty quickly got up from his place and bowed at me. “The rogue is waiting for you in the interrogation room, Beta Costa,” he informed me, I nodded my head and walked in further. Most of the prison cells were empty, so I walked past them all when I stopped in front of a rusted steel door that was left slightly ajar.

I walked inside to see that the rogue was already chained up to the wall. His face was bloodied and bruised, his clothes torn with stains of dried blood. He slowly looked up when he saw my shoes, and his eyes widened in surprise. “Y…you are not dead?” he asked me, and a smirk appeared on my face.

“You should have done a better job and made sure I was dead. Because now you will experience my version of hell.” I told him. I walked towards him and began hitting him, punching him till he lost consciousness, but my anger was still burning bright within me.

I looked around the room when I saw the torture tools and a sadistic smile appeared on my face. I walked towards the tray, pulled up the hand drill, and walked towards him. I turned the machine on and started drilling a hole in his stomach.

The moment the drill went through his skin, his eyes flew open, and he began screaming in agony. “Pl…please stop! Please!” he yelled.

“Xavier!” I heard someone yell from behind me, which made me stop the machine, and I turned around to see Marquez near the doorway. “You might kill him!” he exclaimed as he walked closer to the rogue and took a closer look at his wound.

The hole that I drilled was not healing, and blood was soon forming a puddle on the floor. “Why isn't he healing?” Marquez asked out loud as he walked to the tray and took a needle and thread to stitch him up.

“I don't know. Maybe the silver that we give to all the prisoners stops their healing abilities.” I said in a duh tone.

“You know we need him to replace out who orchestrated this attack.”

“I know, but I don't think I want to see this piece of shit breathing anymore.” I asserted and took a seat on the metal chair that was there. After Marquez had stitched him up, he stepped back and looked at the rogue.

“Didn't I tell you that you would end up worse if you didn't spit it out?” Marquez asked him, but I was not sure he was listening to what we were telling him. “Now tell me who paid you to kill Beta Costa and his mate.”

“I don't know who it was. He…” I abruptly got up from my place and went towards him and punched him in the face, breaking his nose again.

“Don't you dare say that you don't know a thing,” I warned him.

“Xavier, calm down.” Marquez pulled my hand and pushed me to the back.

“Tell me everything you know,” Marquez asked him, but the rogue was beyond terrified right now. He didn't even dare look me in the eye.

“You better speak in the next five seconds or pray to the moon goddess, I will shove that silver knife in your chest.” I threatened.

“I…I will tell you everything,” he mumbled. “I was working in a construction site in a human town when a man approached me, and he said that I had a duty and he would give me one million dollars if I completed that task.”

“And did that man give you the money?” Marquez asked him, but he shook his head.

“No, he only gave me half of it, and I am supposed to collect the other half tomorrow,” he said.

“Okay,” Marquez said and walked towards me. "Let's go outside, Xavier.”

“Why?” I asked him, but I already got up from my chair.

“I will tell you,” Marquez said, and both of us walked out of there. He led me toward the office that Marquez has here, and after closing the door, he turned around to face me.

“I think I have the perfect plan to catch him.”

“What is it?”

“The rogue is supposed to get the other half of the payment tomorrow. So why don't we fix him up and then send him to collect the money, that way, we can catch whoever it is.”

“Your idea sounds good, but will it work? I bet he must have already been notified that we have caught the rogue.”

“We can always try our luck.” Marquez insisted, and even though I saw this mission as a dead-end, I decided to give this a try.

“Fine, let's do it your way. Get a healer to patch him up.” I told Marquez as I left that place. I walked back upstairs and made my way to our house. As I walked inside, I was bombarded with the smell of lasagna.

Did Dad lose another challenge or something?

I walked into the kitchen, but instead of my parents, Eleanor was there, cooking my favorite food. “Hello.” I greated her as I walked behind her and wrapped my hands around her waist.