“I asked you a question.”
His wild eyes find mine, and I watch the recognition hit. He knows who I am and remembers what I am capable of, and he knows he’s just landed in a world full of hurt.
“Y-yes,” he stammers.
“Good. Then you know that the next few minutes of your life are going to be determined entirely by the quality of your answers.”
When I drop him to his feet, he gasps for air.
“Where is Nessa?” I demand.
The confusion on his face is immediate. “I don’t know … home with her kid?”
“She was taken from her home this afternoon. What do you know about it?”
He looks confused. “What do you mean, taken?”
“This is a time-sensitive matter, asshole. You lie, and I break bones.” I make a pointed look at his cast, and I can see the quickmath happening in his mind that he’s not going to be able to wank with two broken hands. “Now who the fuck took Nessa?”
"I d-don’t … I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t spoken to Nessa today. We’re taking a break because her cunt best friend is my ex, and because she has her panties in a twist about us, Nessa broke it off with me.”
The sudden blinding rage is a firestorm inside me. He just called Leonore a cunt, and because of it, I have my gun in my hand and the barrel pressed under his chin within seconds. He suddenly seems to remember who the fuck he is speaking to and learning how important she is to me.
“Call her a cunt again. I fucking dare you,” I growl, clinging to the last of my restraint.
He holds his hands up in surrender and pisses his pants. Fucking coward. “Please don’t kill me.” Part of me wants to kill him just because he touched her. How that ever happened, I’ll never fucking know, but I put personal preference aside and focus on the task at hand. I can come for this piece of shit anytime.
“You call Leonore a vile name again, and I’ll put this in your mouth then pull the trigger and make it look like you did it yourself. In fact, you don’t get to say her name or even mention her ever again, do you understand me?”
He nods. “Y-yes…”
I shove him away, feeling disgusted just by touching him as I remove my gun from his chin and shove it back into my waistband.
“Now let’s start this again. Nessa has been kidnapped, and I have a feeling you might know something about that.”
“What do you mean someone haskidnappedher?”
“They took her from her apartment, and I think you know why.”
“I don’t. I swear. I’m not involved in anything.”
“Leonore says you work for some powerful people.”
His face drops, and he looks like he’s seen a ghost.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I demand, and then he avoids my gaze.
“I might have bent the truth a bit,” he says quietly.
I grow more irritated. “About what?”
“Leonore is one tough cookie to crack. I might’ve made up a few things.”
“Like fucking what?”
“The people I work for.” He looks embarrassed. “They’re not big players like I might have told her. I’m an accountant. Not a financial adviser. She’s intimidating. I wanted her attention, so I might’ve made up a few things. I wanted her to like me. You’ve seen her. So I lied to impress a girl. I’m not the first guy to do it, alright?”
For fuck’s sake.
