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“You’ve left me no choice, Cameron. My brother is upset with me because I didn’t finish the job on you years ago when you fucked up my girl. I did it for her. She didn’t want me to have your blood on my hands because she’s a good person, a fucking angel. She never deserved what you did to her, and now you’re going to pay.”
He reaches forward and slices his cheek so fast I didn’t even see it coming.
Cameron yells out in pain, spitting and cursing as he tries to wriggle free of his chair.
“Fuck you!” he shrieks. “You can’t fight fair like a real man. You need to tie me up again and gag me in order to get your kicks. Couldn’t put up a fucking proper fight if you had to get out of a paper bag, fucking pussy boy!”
Oh shit.
I know enough about Fynn’s calm demeanor to realize he’s anything but.
After the spat with Angelo, he’s begging to use a punching bag.
Fynn turns to Angelo. “Should we?”
“Be my guest.”
Unless Cameron took jujitsu lessons as a five-year-old and has multiple black belts to his name, there is a massive chance he’s about to get his ass kicked.
“Rocco,” Fynn says, not even looking at the big guy.
Rocco moves towards the back of Cameron’s chair and begins to untie him.
He purses his lips in disdain because we all know he wants to take a few swipes at Cameron himself and dig that blade in. All in good time.
Rocco patiently unties Cameron, much to his disbelief, as Fynn turns to me and hands me the knife. “Hold this for me.”
I give him a look, but he just smiles back.
Marco mutters something to Angelo, but Angelo holds his hand up to silence him.
“There are some rules,” Fynn casually states. “And that is, one of us won’t be leaving this room alive. My brothers won’t be stepping in. But you need to be taught a real lesson, Cameron. You haven’t learned from the last time we had this discussion, have you?”
He leaps from the chair the second Rocco frees him, but Fynn is fast. He ducks, landing a punch to his solar plexus that has him doubling over and crumbling down to his knees.
“What were you saying about fighting fair, big guy?” Fynn mocks. Standing, he walks around the back of him and casually strolls, as if he has all the time in the world. “You think it’s fun to beat up on women? To deprive them of their liberties?” He lands a kick to Cameron’s guts as he starts to stand. An oomph leaves his body as he hurls around, clutching his stomach.
“She fucking deserved it. They all do, fucking bitches…” He lunges, his meaty arm swinging for Fynn’s head. Fynn is way too fast.
I start to smile, knowing this clown is outmatched.
Fynn starts to circle him as he puts his fists up. He blocks a couple more jabs before landing a couple of his own, one to his nose, the other to his throat.
“Fuck!” Cameron gasps for air, clutching his throat as he goes down again.
“There is no point crying for help,” Fynn mocks. “Nobody can hear you in here. Now, before I let you die fairly mercifully, you’ll tell me everything I need to know about your involvement with the shipment. Let me remind you, I’m not a patient man.”
Cameron wheezes and gasps.What a fucking pussy.
Silence fills the room, and it’s truly a sight to behold.
It’s like all of a sudden, Fynn has come into his own, repenting for his sins as he takes back the power from all those years ago.
So we watch and wait for Cameron to decide his fate.
Bloody, or bloody and drawn out.
Let’s hope he chooses the latter.
