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“I haven’t gathered any new information, Zerro. I told you if I found anything else out, I would contact you.” I smile smugly at his comment. The knife on my ankle feels heavy as does the gun in my back. Heavy with the need to release bullets in this lying fucker’s ass.
“That’s not why I’m here, actually. See, a very fat and short man came to my house. Unwanted of course. You know how I get about people who trespass right?” I watch the blood drain from his face, and I know he had something to do with it. Someone such as him can’t hide from me. He is out for something and I want to know what it is that he is out for.
“It wasn’t me,” he immediately claims. My attention slides from him to Bree, who is sitting in one of the chairs. She looks clueless to the whole situation.
“Really? Because the moment before I slit his throat and watched him bleed out, he told me that he was a member of your group…” I say looming over him. He is sitting behind his desk, attempting to look dumbfounded. It isn’t working though. I am not a dumb man, and I won’t be made to look like one either.
I reach down and pull the knife out. He has about five minutes before I slit his throat open. “Talk….” I growl pointing the knife at him. I know he thinks I won’t do it. That I don’t have the balls to kill someone I have known the better part of my life. The person who has helped raise me when I lost all of my family. It really is sad, that I have to be pointing a knife at him at all. But lies were piling up, and in the end, you had to protect yourself above all else.
“He… He was sent to see about her…” His eyes move to Bree’s, and her mouth gapes open as if in shock. I am not much further behind her. I am a bit shaken up as to what that man would’ve wanted with Bree. No one knew that I had taken her except her father, but I don’t expect him to be doing much talking. After all the problems he caused, I assume he will stay to the back burner for a while. Maybe I am wrong?
“What did he want with her?” I ask, dangerously close to putting the blade of this knife in his forehead. There is a pregnant pause, and I grow angrier as time stands still. These people have no need to know why I have her, what I am doing with her, or who she is. Coming around the desk I slip behind his chair, my hand gripping at his mop of hair, pulling him back and placing the knife blade at his neck. His eyes peer into mine.
“I won’t ask again, what the fuck did he want with her?” I hear Bree’s gasp as if she doesn’t realize that I could do such a thing as put a knife to a man’s throat but I ignore it—her.
“He…“ His voice stops, his heart rate increases, and my need to cut out his fucking larynx grows stronger.
“He’s your guy, Luccio. Which means you’re responsible for him. Now answer me before I kill you, because believe me I have given you far more time to answer than I have anyone else.”
“He… There’s a rumor… I don’t know what it is… There is just this rumor…” His words circle over and over again as he repeats the same thing. A rumor? There is always some type of drama in the industry, I mean it is a form of crime after all.
“What kind of rumor?” I ask, pressing the blade into his neck. Blood seeps slowly from a thin line I cut across his throat.
“I….” he stutters like he is going to shit or piss himself. I won’t be surprised if both things take place. Still holding the knife against his throat, I release his head and grab the gun from behind my back, aiming it at the side of his head. If he didn’t think I was serious before, he would now.
“Now what kind of rumor is it we’re talking about?”
“He doesn’t have to die Zerro. It’s probably nothing…” Bree’s voice is soft, and slightly soothing to the raging inferno that is creeping within me.
I look up at her, my eyes growing dark. “He does have to die. When I ask a question he answers. If he doesn’t he dies. Lose ends get me nowhere. If someone doesn’t have the answers I need they become useless.”
“They think she’s with someone,” he blurts out as my eyes still linger on Bree’s.
“What do you mean I’m with someone?” Bree shoots back. I hold her gaze, my eyes narrowing. Is she with someone? I never asked if she had a steady boyfriend. Jealously burns inside of me, and I would be lying if I say it doesn’t hurt like a fucking bitch.
“I ask the fucking questions,” I growl at her. My attention turning back to Luccio who is shaking in his boots. He is a pussy. He is supposed to be this big guy who knows all these people. Who can kill anyone. It is all a lie, obviously. His men aren’t even in the room with him. He is a fake.
“I mean… Not with someone. She’s a pig. They think she is anyway.” His words are coming out a little easier, meaning I am losing my effect.
Bree’s face is full of placid rage. “A Pig? Like someone who will squeal? I didn’t even know about any of this until I was forced to go stay with him…” Her voice cuts off as I shoot her a look that says shut those fucking lips before I shut them myself.
“Who told you that? Who’s working for you, or are you working for someone?”
He shakes his head. “I’m not working for anyone. I work for no one. It was just told to me from one of my men that there is someone working in connection with the FBI.”
