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“I will be out for the rest of the day and night. You will stay here. Behave. I have left Van in charge of you. He isn’t as friendly as Marco.” I close the bedroom door on her unamused face.
The SUV slowly rolls around the back of the dock. It's dark and quiet. Not for long.
“Everyone is in position, boss. The light in the distance is the cargo arriving.” The moonlight shining on the sea bounces sporadically as the boat approaches.
“On my order.” The boat docks. I watch the unsuspecting men begin to unload my delivery, albeit 15% less than expected. I let my fury build my adrenaline. Marco watches me through the rear-view mirror, waiting for the signal.
“Now!”
The crew shouts, firing their guns into the darkness in panic. Stopping once they realise who they are surrounded by.
“Kenny.”
“Boss, you gave us a bit of a fright there. What’s going on?”
“That is a good question, Kenny. You tell me what has been going on tonight?”
The other three crew members look from one another and back to Kenny, terror growing in their eyes.
“Everything to plan, boss.”
*Boom* The gunfire echoes through the night. The lifeless body hits the deck, increasing the panic shown in the remaining crew members' eyes.
“Wrong answer, Kenny!”
*Boom*
Another body hitting the deck causes Kenny's last remaining crew member to piss himself.
*Boom*
“I hate the smell of guilt.”
Three bodies lie lifeless, blood turning the wooden deck into a deep shade of red. I don’t need to ask for this mess to be cleaned. By the morning, the deck will be cleaner than it was when we arrived.
“Wrap up Kenny’s leg; I don’t want him bleeding all over the car or dying before we have a chance to speak.”
“But Boss, Kenny is not bleeding.”
*Boom*
“He is now.”
I let the garage door close before I exit the car. Kenny is dragged out and tied to a chair.
Marco puts on his blood-stained butcher's apron.
“Just kill me, Guerra,” Kenny's voice is weak, clearly affected by the loss of blood.
“Now, what would be the fun in that? Marco likes to have his fun. I can’t deprive him of that.”
Marco examines the tools presented neatly on a table In front of Kenny. Settling into my chair, I light a cigar. Kenny coughs as I blow smoke in his direction.
“Now, Kenny, we all know why we are here. We can do this the painful way or the even more painful way. What is it going to be?”
Macro approaches Kenny with his tool of choice. His favourite beginner, pruning sheers. He grabs his hand, placing his finger between the blades.
“So, what have you got to tell me? Who did you meet? Give me a name!”
