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“Tsk. Tsk. It’s best when you do what I say.” I pulled out a pair of pliers and a small dentist’s kit as well, slowly easing one small tool out after another. I could tell there was additional adrenaline in the room. “Are you right or left-handed?” I asked the guy in the chair.
He didn’t say anything, keeping his lips pursed instead.
“Well, then I guess I’ll need to cut off both, now, won’t I?” I nodded to one of my men who slammed the guy’s hands on the table, another of my soldiers grabbing his right hand and pinning it down.
“Left. I’m left-handed!” the guy squealed like a pig.
“Let his left hand go. The right it is.” I turned on the saw, bringing it close to his hand. The guy was already squirming, beads of sweat trickling down both sides of his face. When it was only centimeters away, I stopped. As soon as I took a deep breath, I was able to smell the stench of urine.
“Please. Please don’t.”
I glanced at Constantine. We fell into our old routine. He walked closer, enjoying the moment as much as I was.
“I tell you what,” he started. “If you provide us with the location of where your boss is held up, we’ll be happy to let you keep all ten fingers.”
The guy fidgeted in his seat, even trying to look toward his buddies for advice.
“Don’t look at them,” I advised before handing the saw to my brother. “Look at me. Tell me what we want to know.”
“I have no idea. I’m just a foot soldier. I’m not told anything. I swear to God,” he said through clenched teeth, his eyes open wide.
“Sadly, I know you’re lying. Constantine, go for it, buddy.” As Constantine turned the saw on, I turned toward the other men, even walking toward them, staring one right in the eyes.
“Enough!” one of the men from the back row said. He pushed his way through the others. “This is ridiculous.”
“Don’t tell the fucker anything,” another growled. “I’ll kill you myself.”
“And I’ll help,” another one barked.
I threw up my hands. “Gentlemen. As much as I love a good argument, I don’t have time for that. This good man right here just saved your lives.” I jerked the one ready to talk closer. “Talk. Where the fuck are Liam and his son?”
“They’re in Cincinnati.”
“Where?”
As we were given an address, I glanced at my brother who wore the same smirk on his face I did. The rat had been found.
When the guy was finished, I patted him on the shoulder, returning to the duffle bag and tossing my tools back inside. When I was finished, I turned toward Kane, giving him the look he’d been waiting for. His eagerness almost made me laugh. When I was all packed up, Constantine and I headed for the closest door.
I threw it open, taking a pause then turning around. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you. It’s a shame we can’t do it again. Enjoy your time in hell.”
“You said we could live,” the treacherous bastard barked like some stupid kid.
Hesitating once again, I nodded several times. “I lied.”
CHAPTER 22
Maria
Hours had gone by. Again.
I wasn’t certain I could ever manage to stand this kind of concern and anxiety when my husband left the house on unknown business. Although I certainly had a sense of what he was doing this lovely humid evening.
Spilling blood. Copious volumes of it.
It was disgusting to me but obviously a usual part of the man’s life. I remained pacing the floors, moving from room to room. All the while, another soldier sat like a vulture, lifting his head when I passed by heading into the kitchen for another glass of wine then returning. On the third pass, I noticed he was reading a book while sitting in a hardback chair under the harsh lights of the foyer.
Who did that?
