Chapter Fourteen: Mind Games

* * * * 30 Minutes later* * *

Oliver had succeeded in confirming his suspicion.

Actually, It wasn't Antonio who was behind Roy. It was a trap to lure him into war with Antonio. But of course, he knew a lot of people would want him to be distracted with his own problems so they can take advantage of it, and Oliver knew it could be anyone. Anyone!

Minutes ago, before he commenced torturing Roy, he had a second thought. He intended to Kill Roy if he had persisted, but he wasn't Don Jefé because he took irrational decisions.

He suspected Antonio wouldn't be so foolish, as to Imprint the mark of his cult like he did to other of his gang members. Roy was different. He wasn't smoke nor was he a brick down the throat, too much for a man like Oliver to swallow.

Oliver knew If he wanted the truth from Roy, he wasn't going ask him to admit if he was a true member or not, Roy wouldn't budge at first, he would 'admit' to it when the rack was too much for him to bear. That is just what the masked enemy wanted.

But for Roy to be willing to stand all of the pain he was going to inflict on him, it meant he was doing it for a greater cause, or, to protect something. What would matter to him more than..... Family?!

If Oliver wanted to squeeze out the truth, he would have to think deep. He would have to act smart. Bearing that in mind, he still went ahead to torture Roy, gruesomely.

Barely 8 mins later, Roy seemingly gave in and admitted to working for Antonio. The guards smiled to themselves and asked Oliver what they should do next, since Roy had confessed. But Oliver being The Don Jefé, smirked. They were blind to the fact.

With his gaze on the ground, he smiled as the walked back and forth with his hands in his pocket.

While they waited for his response, Oliver who had already thought about the best way to go about it smiled.

Minutes Ago:

" So, you chose to work for Antonio, huh?" Oliver said as he raised his head to glance at Roy, who seemed lifeless.

Chuckling, he continued,

" Well, well, well. I guess it's time you start sending your last messages, to them. You know who they are. I don't need to tell you, do I?" Oliver asked as he smirked and walked over to the other side of the room.

" Tell them how it started, except for Antonio who was part of the beginning of your end of course. Then, you can go ahead to tell them how it ended. Don't forget to add that someone helped you in writing this, while you were sitting on the last chair you'll ever sit on." Oliver said. Roy who seemed dead a few seconds ago, with his head facing the ground, managed to raise his head.

" What other them is there to tell? Ans...wer me, you bastard" Roy managed to say as he tried to mask his perturbed expression.

" Why? Don't tell me you're willing to leave them in Oblivion? They might get sick from worry you know. Be a good dead man, so you don't make hell. " Oliver 'advised' as paused his Steps.

" You bastard! If you touch them I'll..."

" Kill me? In the world of the dead or what?"

Oliver realized Roy had a reason to fret. It was either because of his parents or his partner or a child, Oliver himself was Oblivious to that, but he was going to push the button.

" Don't worry, we can do all of that at the other side. But while you're away, I'll help you take care of them. Especially her, you know, the way a good man like me should."

" You Bastard! If you touch her, I'll kill you. I swear! "

" While you're still alive? Perhaps through Alchemy, correct?" Oliver asked with a smirk.

" Look, you and I both know Antonio isn't the Mastermind. Tell me what I need to know, and I might leave her to survive on her own, you know, without a man." Oliver added.

" My mother has nothing to do with this. She doesn't even know what I do for a living." Roy said.

And that, was what Oliver needed to know. But it was too early to let Roy realize his mistake, not until he gets the name.

" Save us both the time. Give me the name or la mama la Mujer Muerta." Oliver said with a shrug and a sly smile.

" You have to promise me that you w..."

" I already have amigo. So it's up to you. You tell me, I let your mama be. You don't, I'll still find out and your mama.... well, your mama" he said squatting next to Roy and holding his chin up, " Your mama, is mine. Oh and I'm sure tou know what I mean or should I.."

" Fine! It's Fausto! So Please just let her be" Roy pleaded.

" Antonio's right hand man. Now that's interesting. Are you sure of what you're saying amigo?"

" Yes. It's Fausto! He was never loyal. He wanted to create a feud between you and Antonio so..." he paused to catch his breathe since he was greatly exhausted, before he continued,

" So he could seize the opportunity to overthrow him. He believed you were the best opponent, good enough to keep Antonio occupied so he...he could take him down. It was supposed to be a double win if we had cornered the ammunitions."

" Let me guess. He was going to use it against Antonio once he had formed his alliance. And you were going to profit from all of it too." Oliver said, while Roy nodded.

" Thank you for your cooperation. It was hard earned, I must say. " Oliver said as he stood up.

" Before I go, I just want to let you know that I didn't know you had a woman in your life. From what you said when you first joined us and all we gathered about you, your mother died after you were born. You see, I just played a game with you, it's called mind game, and you my friend, lost. But don't worry, I might still find her, so I can you know... keep her safe." Oliver said with a Never fading sinister smile.

" You bastard! I'll kill you! You'll rot in hell!..."

" Oh I know, but I'd suggest you go wait for me over there." Oliver said.

With that, he brought out a gun from the back, cocked it and...

BAM!

A bullet sunk in between Roy's eyes.

" Such a talkative!" Oliver said with a snort. Tucking the gun back in his trouser, he turned and dusted his hands as he approached the door.

" Clean up the mess." He said as he whistled with his hands behind him.

Leaving behind a dead man and three speechless men.