Epilogue
B-ry
“It’s been three weeks,” I said as I walked into the shipping container. “You know what that means.”
It was the day I had been waiting for. I had spent every day drawing his pain out as much as possible. Making him suffer the entire time he was here.
And yeah, I fucking enjoyed every second of it.
But it was time.
I made a promise and I wasn’t one to break them.
He didn’t say anything, not that I expected him to.
After all, I had cut out his tongue two days ago.
He wasn’t going to give up who he was working with and I was running out of things I could do to him.
Taking three days to pull out his teeth was stretching it as it was.
He didn’t give up who the guy with the accent was.
Not when I had the guys hold him down while I smashed his kneecaps with a sledgehammer.
Or when I slashed up his chest with a red-hot blade.
Or when I cut off his balls with a dull razor blade.
I finally gave up on getting anything out of him when I scooped out his eyeball with a spoon and he still didn’t spill everything.
So yeah, we were still clueless on that part.
I was actually surprised he didn’t sing like a canary by the end. He didn’t take the things I did to him well, screaming and crying like a bitch the entire time.
The rest of it had been simply to make him pay for everything he’d done.
“You shouldn’t have fucked with us,” I said calmly as I pulled out my knife.
It was sad, just a little, that look in his eye. The one that said he had already resigned himself to his fate. That he had accepted it. I had a feeling this was going to bring me far less joy than I had hoped for. But what mattered was that it was about to be over. He was about to pay what he owed to us.
“Any last words?” I said, my ear tilted in his direction. “Didn’t think so.”
With a steady hand, the knife sliced slowly across his neck. Blood sprayed all over me and I was surprised he had that much left in him after everything. There was that gurgling sound as he tried to scream and breathe.
I watched until the life faded completely from his eye.
Laurel
“You’re late,” I said with a hint of irritation in my tone.
“Yeah, I know,” he said gruffly. “Fucking had shit to take care of.”
Oh, it was a fight kind of night. He was obviously grumpy before he even walked into the door.
“You could have called. I’ve been waiting four hours.”
“Laurel,” he said in a warning tone.
