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“Course he fucking knows. How do you think he got Axel to snitch on the Lawlers in the first place? The man knows more shit than anyone, even you it seems.” He smiles but I soon wipe it from his face with my next question.
“What’s he got on you then? You know to make you his fucking bitch.”
“Fuck all. Sammy and I—”
“Where is Sammy? Where one goes the other is sure to fucking follow.”
Tommy’s eyes narrow and a bead of sweat runs down the crease in his forehead as he frowns. “He’s…er…out of town. Running an errand.”
“Really? Oh, okay.” I give a shrug to which Tommy prepares to ask me what I mean, but I cut him off before he can. “Next question. What’s Rogers up to, Tommy?”
“How the hell should I know. I ain’t his bitch like you seem to think.”
“Maybe, maybe not, but you know more than you’re telling me, don’t you, Tommy?”
“I don’t know shit, and even if I did, I wouldn’t fucking tell you. It would be more than my life’s worth.”
I laugh at his logic, and he frowns. “Right now, Tommy, your life isn’t worth the lives of everyone I love, so you better start talking or…”
“Or what? Are you going to make me?” he says mockingly, his tone laced with sarcasm and a dare.
For a moment I laugh along with him, then his laughter cuts off as quick as it started, and his eyes goes wide, mouth agape as I bring the bat down on his hand. There’s a moment of eerie silence before it’s broken with a deafening screech of pain.
I step back, the bat swung over my shoulder, as Tommy bounces on the balls of his feet, gripping his left hand as it swells. A couple of fingers look bent at an odd angle.
“Fuck!” he hisses between clenched teeth. “What the fuck—”
Once again, his words are cut off as I swing the bat, stopping an inch from his head. “I told you I’d break more than your nose if you didn’t tell me what I want to know,” I tell him with a shrug, and I watch as the pain not so much subsides but lessens as anger takes over. It’s the same look he wore the night I rescued Eva and broke his nose, and I’m a little scared at the pure delight it brings me. I guess it must show on my face because Tommy lunges forward, either my smirk too much for his fragile little ego, or he thinks I’m distracted, but I’m too quick for him. I might have been delighting and marvelling at my sadistic side, but I’m still alert. Years of being a cop honed that skill. But years spending time with two then boys and now men taught me it first.
I spin away from him, swinging the bat in a low arc as I turn and slam it into his right knee cap. His cry practically rattles the walls of the warehouse this time, and he crumples to the floor in a heap.
I move to stand over him, seeing his good hand resting over his smashed knee, I lower the bat, resting it, not too heavily just yet, on his hand.
“Talk, Tommy. Talk now.”
“Arrgh!” he groans, as he tries to settle in a more comfortable position at my feet and look up at me. “What do you wanna fucking know, huh?”
“I want to know what Rogers’ plans are for the Lawlers? I want to know where the fuck the slimy little bastard is hiding out, and who the fuck is pulling his strings? And if you can’t give me an answer to at least one of those questions, then you’re no fucking use to me. That’s what I want to know.”
When he doesn’t answer straight away, I apply a little pressure to his knee, that gets him talking.
“I-I don’t know shit about his master fucking plan, but you’ll find him at—”
“I already know where he lives, Tommy.”
“Okay, okay, wait. I know that Bonner’s not happy with Rogers, something about a deal with the Irish that means they get the Lawler territory or some shit. Bonner said that Rogers promised him the territory, so now he’s trying to get a meet with Laskin to cut a deal.”
“Good, Tommy. What else?”
“I don’t know anything—arrgh! Fucking hell, you’re a sadistic bitch,” Tommy curses, as Iaccidentallylean on the bat while adjusting my footing. I raise my brows at him expectantly. “He has a house out in Surrey. I don’t know where. There’s a rumour he keeps his bitches there.”
That gets my attention. “What do you mean ‘his bitches’?” A noise from outside the front of the warehouse has me pausing and pulling out my gun. I raise my hand to my mouth, pressing a finger to my lips and telling Tommy to keep his mouth shut. Then I point the gun straight at the main door just as it opens and in steps…Kavanagh. He’s quickly followed by Maddox and Zak; both have their weapons drawn.
“Holy fuck!” I hear Maddox and Zak say at the same time, and then a deep rumble of laughter from Kavanagh, I’m guessing.
Ignoring them as they make their way toward me, I go back to Tommy, who now looks sick.
“Answer the question, Tommy,” I demand, now pointing the gun at him as well as keeping the bat on his knee.
