Page 10 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Psycho’s eyes filled with understanding. “Must be an Angel.”

Rage jerked his head to the side. “More like the devil. Need three names. You don’t know who the fuck they are? Gimme three anyway. Otherwise, gonna assume one of ‘em was you.”

“Didn’t do shit.”

“Don’t fuckin’ matter. Someone’s gonna pay for hurtin’ our women. You got ten seconds to start namin’ the fuckers. Ten…”

The guy pressed his lips together.

“Nine…”

“Fuck you.”

“Eight…”

When Rage got to his feet, he heard Psycho take a deep breath. Most likely relieved to get that pressure off his throat.

Only he wouldn’t be relieved for long.

“Seven…Six…Time’s up.”

“You said?—”

Before he could finish, Rage booted him in the temple, trying to knock some sense into the asshole.

“Fuck,” Psycho groaned, pulling his knees up into his chest until he laid on his side in a ball.

“Names.”

“Ain’t a fuckin’ snitch,” he groaned.

“Maybe not normally, but today’s a special fuckin’ occasion.” Rage stepped over him so he had access to Psycho’s face and warned, “Last time I’m askin’.”

“You ain’t?—”

Rage dropkicked him in the forehead this time, making his head snap back. He might have heard his neck crack, too.

Damn.That had to hurt. He grinned. “How ‘bout for every second that goes by, I punt your head like a goddamn football? That gonna help you remember?”

“No.”

“Bet you’re lyin’. Wanna take that bet?”

“Fuck you.”

Rage leaned down. “Nah. I’m about to fuck you.” He pulled his boot back slowly to give Psycho a chance to consider his life’s choices.

When he said nothing, Rage kicked him in the head again. “I don’t get the info from you, gonna get it from one of your brothers. And I’m gonna say it’s your fault they were my next victim. You could save yourself and your brothers.”

“Not by givin’ you any fuckin’ names.”

Rage guessed the man still had some sense left if he figured that out. “Guess you thought I was playin’. This time, just gonna stomp on your face ’til the bottom of my boot leaves a permanent pattern on it. Ready?” He lifted his boot.

“Wait,” Psycho groaned. “I give you the names, then what?”

“Gonna have a word with them.”

“You ain’t gonna tell ‘em I gave ‘em up?”