“He totally would, and you know it,” Aldo says with a roll of his eyes. “And you won’t, you love me too much.”
“Jesus fucking Christ! I swear you and Xander are in my life to torment the shit out of me. Come on, let’s go see who these fuckers are,” I say, walking back to my vehicle with him following me. It’s damaged in the front, but at least it’s still drivable. “Tell the guys to bring the two dead guys with us, too. Once I know who they are, I’ll send a message. We can’t get the ones from the dock since it’s probably covered with cops by now.”
“Already done,” he replies, driving us to the warehouse.
By the time we get there and make our way inside, my men already have the two guys we picked up hanging from the ceiling.
They’re trying to pull and tug at their bindings like it’ll just magically give way.
“You fucking pieces of shit!” one of them yells.
“Wait until our boss comes for you all! You’re going to wish you weren’t working for the pieces of shit Andrettis!” the other one yells at my guys.
“Oh yeah? And who is your boss?” I casually ask as I walk over to them. I’m guessing they didn’t see me until now. The one who was just yelling quickly shuts up and stares at me with hatred in his eyes. “Not going to answer, I see.”
I lift my fist and clock him in the face. His head snaps back, and a groan leaves him. When he rights his head again, blood covers his mouth. He spits it at me, and it lands on my jacket.
“Oh, I have so many ways of making the two of you talk.” I smirk at him before walking over to one of the tables.
I take off my jacket, T-shirt, and bulletproof vest, leaving me in my tank top. I walk back over to them and take a crack at the other guy this time.
“Who are you idiots working for?” I ask again.
“Like I’m going to tell you anything!” he snaps, and I let out a tsk. Before he can even comprehend what’s happening, I slam my fist into his rib three times in quick succession, putting all my power into the blows. He lets out a guttural scream when his rib cracks. I’ve had cracked ribs, and know it’s super fucking painful. He begins to wheeze a second later.
I decide that’s enough for him for now and walk over to get one of my knives before going to the other guy.
“Tell me what I want to know, or I’m going to skin you alive,” I murmur to him, playing with the knife, taunting him. He audibly swallows, but he still stares at me with a defiant look.
“I won’t tell you shit! My boss would kill me!” he yells.
“And you think you’re leaving here alive? If you tell me, I’ll make it quick for the two of you. Neither of you will suffer. But if you don’t, well then, I’m not responsible for whatever means I use to get the information out of you,” I tell him, but he doesn’t answer. “Suit yourself.”
I turn to one of my guys. “Strip him.”
My guy grabs a pair of scissors and quickly begins to cut through this asshole’s clothes, leaving him in just his underwear.
I decide to start with one of his legs. I grab his thigh and make a slice straight down to his knees. My knife is so sharp it’s like cutting through butter. A line of blood slowly seeps out, and I grab his discarded shirt to wipe it away.
I then maneuver my knife to begin cutting under the first layer of skin. I want it as thin as possible. I look up at him with a smile on my lips, and I can see the pinched expression on his face, jaw clenched tight.
I’m halfway through, and the silence in the warehouse is deafening. I look up and around at my men, grinning because almost all of their faces are green, like they want to puke.
When I’m done with his upper thigh, I lift the skin off and wave it around. It’s so thin. I’ve got to say this might be a personal best for me.
“Bring me the salt,” I tell one of the guys, and he quickly brings it over. I grab a handful out of the bucket and rub it all over the guy’s exposed muscles. He lets out an ear-piercing scream, his body thrashing around, trying to get away from me.
I move over to the other guy. He looks scared as hell when I look at him.
“What the f-fuck man?! That’s some t-t-twisted shit!” he wheezes out.
“Why, thank you! I love hearing that,” I say, giving him what I’m sure is a maniacal grin. “Now tell me who the hell you’re working for before you start to look like your friend over there.”
“Do you think I’d betray my boss and tell you shit?” he spits.
“Well, if you’re mouthing off, I guess not. Either you and your friend over there love pain, or you’re the biggest idiots I’ve ever seen in my life,” I taunt.
“Fuck you, asshole!” he sneers.
