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I step over the body underneath my feet and turn my attention to the final asshole chained to a chair in my basement. His sobs echo in my ears, adding fuel to my fire.
As I stand before him, I let go of the hammer that had just cavedin his friend’s skull. Instinctively, I wipe my hands on the cloth, feeling the warmth of blood against my skin.
“Inspired you to talk yet?” I question, nodding over to his friend.
Spittle flies from his lips. “Please, sir.”
I tut, shaking my head. “I don’t do begging.”
Well, unless it’s coming from Zara’s lips.
There is absolutely no doubt this guy is going to join his friend in a pool of his own blood.
“If you just tell me where I can find Mr. Capri, I will let you walk free.”
The lie just falls from my mouth. I can’t let him lose hope. If I want him to reveal anything, he has to believe he has a chance.
I take a step closer to him, and he squirms in his seat. His hands open and close, uselessly, in their restraints.
“I can be a very reasonable man.” I lean over and pick up his wallet from the table, opening it to pull out his ID.
“Mr. Eduardo Fernandes. Age thirty-five. Oh, look an address.”
“No.” Snot bubbles from his nostril as he takes panicked breaths.
I wave the little plastic license beneath his bloodied nose. “Is that where I’d find the wife? The little kids running around? Huh?”
With a firm grip on the blade, I tap it against his card, feeling the vibrations travel through my fingertips.
“I’ll tell you everything. Please don’t hurt my family. They haven’t done anything.”
I toss his identification onto the floor and pull up a chair next to him, straddling it. I examine the silver blade, feeling its smoothness as my fingers glide along the metal.
“It’s amazing what you can do with one of these, isn’t it?” I say with a menacing tone.
“I could slice your throat. I quite enjoy watching someone’s life slowly pour out of their neck. Or I could plunge it into your stomach as many times as I want. I could even-” I pause, tapping the knife against my lips. “Slice out your tongue.”
He gulps.
“If you had a choice, how would you want to die, Eduardo? Personally, I’d have to choose a bullet in the head. Nice and quick.”
He doesn’t respond. I push myself up off the chair and kick it out of the way.
“If you can’t answer a simple question, how are you going to tell me what I need to know?” I press the blade just below his jawline, the sharp edge biting into his skin.
“The same. Shoot me,” he croaks out.
I tap his cheek. “See? It’s not that hard, is it? Answering simple questions.”
He shakes his head with a rapid, short movement, and a tear rolls down his nose. “I don’t know where Romano is.”
The way his eye twitches as he speaks, the tremble in his voice indicates to me he’s lying.
“Lies.” Driving the tip of the blade through the back of his right hand, it lodges in the wooden arm of the chair.
When his screams subside, I jerk it loose. “Okay, tell me this. Where did the second shipment of girls go to?” Before I make any deal with Mikhail. I have to be certain it’s Vegas.
He coughs hoarsely before answering. “To some motorcycle gang.”
