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Not in a good way.
Ice looked over to his small table and picked up the pliers.
"You want to try again?" He did nothing with them, he just stood tapping them against his opposite hand. It was enough to make Nixon scared, and send a jolt of heat right to my core.
Holy fucked up shit, Iceman.
Nixon looked around at us frantically. His eyes locked on me as though he thought I'd be his way out.
"Why did you follow me?" I asked coldly. I was surprised by the calm steel in my own voice. The lack of a waiver; of hesitation.
You don't choose the thug life, I thought.
Nixon said nothing.
Ice grabbed one of his hands and clamped the pliers onto his ring finger. He squeezed tight.
Nixon's eyes widened. He was obviously in a shit load of pain, but he didn't make a sound.
"High pain threshold," Ice said, "my favourite." He squeezed harder.
Nixon's finger crunched as his bone was broken.
Now he cried out.
I really shouldn't have been turned on, but I was.
"Our Princess is enjoying this," Mannix said. "Let's make the most of it."
"Another finger it is." Ice pressed the pliers down onto another of Nixon's fingers, squeezing so hard the bone must have shattered. Both fingers were a bloodied mess.
Nixon gritted his teeth and grunted through the pain. "I was only doing my job."
"Now we're getting somewhere." Ice applied the pliers to a third finger. "What exactly was your job?"
Nixon groaned. "I was supposed to send a message to your family."
"Ever tried texting?" Ice asked.
Nixon responded with a humourless snort.
"What was the message?" Mannix tightened his grip on my hair.
"The message was that you're vulnerable," Nixon said. "They wanted me to take out Leo's stepdaughter to show they could get to you."
I blinked. "Your job was to kill me?"
"Scare you, then wait until after they tightened security, and then kill you. They wanted Leo to know it didn't matter what he did, they could get to him and anyone affiliated with the Brantleys."
"Why me?" That should have scared me, and it did, really, but mostly it pissed me off.
"They probably thought you were an easy target," Ares said. "They misjudged. They sent someone who lacks the skills to carry out something like that."
"Right. If they wanted to take out Kennedy, they needed to send an assassin," Ice said. "Not a third rate thug." He squeezed the pliers down on Nixon's thumb.
Nixon howled in pain.
I couldn't bring myself to conjure up even a little bit of sympathy for him. He would have killed me and not given it a second thought. I didn't want to spare too much thought for what he might have done to mebeforehe killed me.
