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We don’t do that here.
My mouth contorts, head bobbing when they remain silent. I purse my lips and withdraw my gun from its holster. Cocking it, I place the barrel on the crotch of the first pathetic asshole in front of me. His body shakes, teeth continuing to chatter in fear. His pulse is beating like a fervent drum against the side of his neck, eyes rounding.
“You want to tell me what I want to know?” I ask, pushing the barrel further against his jean-clad little wiener. “Or do you say goodbye to the only thing that makes you a man?”
He visibly swallows. “Don’t kill us…” he trails off, tears running down his cheeks.Pathetic.The number of times I’ve seen grown men cry will astound most people. They think they’re invincible until they find themselves in the devil’s den.
“Tell me what I want to know, and I won’t,” I promise him. “I just want to know who the fuck has the balls to send you to sell this shit in my territory. They’re the ones at fault here. Not you. You… well, you’re just doing what you’re told. Right?”
Both men nod enthusiastically.
“Th—that’s right,” the one I don’t have my gun trained on stutters. “We just follow orders.” Their bodies both relax when I give them a friendly smile. As if everything will be just fine for them.
“Exactly,” I tell them. “Why wouldIkill the messengers? Unless, of course, you don’t tell me what I want to know.”
That gets them going.
“We don’t know who runs it—” states the man whose balls I’m ready to blow off.
“But we get our orders from Theo Kalogeras,” the second one finished.
I recognize that name. Theo Kalogeras is the cousin of Peter Spiridakos. That’s an interesting development. Especially since the Spiridakos family doesn’t deal in drugs. That I am aware of.
“Who’s the supplier?”
Both men shake their heads.Great.
“Well…” The man sighs in relief when I remove my gun from his crotch. “Thank you so much for your cooperation.”
The second man screams when his friend’s body jerks back, landing on the floor next to him with a bullet between his eyes. Sasha is an amazing shot.
“Wait. Wait.” The second man panics. “You said you wouldn’t kill us if we gave you the information.”
“You’re right,” I tell him with a dark smile. “I told youIwouldn’t kill you. I said nothing about my men.”
“No—” Another shot. Another dead man.
Why do they always plead? They knew the consequences of selling in my territory.
Death.
Holstering my gun, I walk out toward the car. Anton already has it idling.
“Kalogeras works for Spiridakos.” Fucker states the obvious.
“Yep.” I nod as I slide into the passenger seat.
“What the hell are the Spiridakoses doing in the drug industry?”
Sighing, I pull out my cell phone and hit the number five speed dial. “Fuck if I know.” The line rings.
“Da?” answers the voice on the other end.
“Matthias,” I greet him. “Kak voy, brat?”
“Khoroshiy. Khoroshiy. Ava beremenna.”
“Congrats,” I tell him in English. “How far along?”
