"Here sir, here's the file you requested." A man handed Griffin a thick manila folder, then bowed and made his way out of the office.

Oliver stood from his desk that sat to the side of Griffin's, coming over to see. They'd had their men dig up information on the waiter from the restaurant.

But before they got the chance to open the folder, the door flung open. Two men walked in, a bound man between them. His wrists were tied in front of him, and he wore a terrified look on his face. The guards threw him to the floor, manhandling him until he kneeled in front of the two desks at the far end of the room. The twins stared down at him.

"We caught the rat, sir," one of the guards said, giving the kneeling man a knee in the back. 

"Ah, the one who's been leaking our info to the rivals?" Griffin tossed the manila folder onto his desk, agitated. All he could think about was that boy-- the image of having him under him had been in his mind since last night. He sighed and shooed Oliver back, not liking feeling his brother's breath down his neck. He knew Oliver was just as irritated that they'd been interrupted.

"What do you have to say for yourself, traitor?" Griffin like the way the man flinched at the word.

"Sir, I beg you for forgiveness--"

"Forgiveness?" Oliver scoffed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he stepped off down the three stairs of the dais their desks sat upon. "For selling info to our rivals? Why did you even feel the need to do that? Was our pay not good enough for you? Are you just that greedy?" 

The man shook his head fervently, his eyes pleading as Oliver approached, his pace menacingly slow. "No sir-- I just-- it was--"

"It was a mistake." Griffin growled from his seat. "A mistake you will dearly regret."

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Oliver panted as he stepped back from the man on the floor. He'd kicked him over and over, until the screaming and begging and squirming had stopped. Now he bent down peering at the man's face, which was so bloody and swollen it didn't look like him anymore. Oliver grinned at his work.

"Get him out of here," Griffin growled. He hadn't moved from his seat behind his desk the whole time, watching his brother dish out the traitor's punishment. Oliver wiped his hands on his vest as he stepped away, giving the limp body one last kick as the guards dragged it out of the room. Maids quickly entered, cleaning the carpet and wiping Oliver's shoes. Oliver tilted his head back over his shoulder to look at Griffin, a venomous smile spreading across his face. "How'd I do?"

Griffin laughed. "Well you killed the guy, so I'd say pretty good." 

The maids gathered their cleaning supplies and scurried out, skirts rustling as they ducked out of the room. Guards reached in and closed the door, leaving the twins alone.

Oliver sighed, looking down at his sparkling shoes. "Alright, let's see about our boy, shall we?" He walked back up on the dais, going behind Griffin and leaning over his shoulder.

Griffin picked up the discarded folder and opened it to the first page, where the boy's picture smiled up at him, alongside basic information:

Name: Caleb Everett Hart
Age: 18
House Address: 4659 Harrison Street, (town), (state)
School: Blue River High School
Family: Father, Mother, elder Sister

Griffin flipped the page, reading further into the family, their location, Caleb's past, and other bits of information the men had dug up on them. At the end of the page, there was a paragraph describing how hard the parents had had to work to establish their own law firm, which was now wildly successful. "Bingo," Griffin whispered under his breath.

"Ah, I like the way you think, brother." Oliver smirked, understanding why Griffin had liked this little bit. "You think it'll work?"

"I'll make it work." Griffin responded, flipping back to the front page, staring at Caleb's picture. "We will have him."

             Part 5 Coming Soon