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He tried to pull his face away from Eli’s blade but my brother kept a sturdy grasp.
“This can all stop if you tell me who your employer is,” I said now squatting in front of him, my hand in a sling.
“Fuck you,” he said through gritted teeth, letting out pants of air as Eli began to dig his knife into his cheek.
I stood and gestured for Eli to stop briefly when the blood began to trickle down his cheek to his chest.
“When I was younger, my father always told me that the most sensitive spot on a human’s body was the face. The nerves…in your face,” I tsked, “amplify the pain of each pimple…laceration.”
Eli began again; carving into his face slowly. And this time I didn’t tell Eli to stop until Andy was screaming and thrashing under the stainless blade.
Silas chuckled to the side. That sick bastard.
“Stop,” I commanded Eli.
“Who sent you to shoot at me and my wife?” I asked.
Andy was a panting mess when I squatted in front of him again.
“Fuck you,” He spat at me, droplets of his blood on my face.
With my one free hand, I wiped the blood away and rubbed it between my fingers.
“Andy, I’m going to find your employer one way or…another. It’s only a matter of time. Now, that can happen with you alive or dead. Me? ...I prefer you to live. ”
He didn’t say anything, only looked from the corner of his eye as Eli took a peculiar-looking knife and walked to him again.
I leaned into Andy and whispered, “That’s his favorite.”
Panic and dread oozed from his pores and I grunted because this was the moment even the strongest men began to call for their mothers and savior.
Because you know what’s worse than death? The anticipation of it. Waiting for your last breath to be drawn, knowing there was not a damn thing you could do about it.
“Okay! Okay!” He shouted, trying to ease away from Eli, piss now forming a puddle at his feet, and I smirked.
They all faltered.
I waved off Eli, who stood where he was, a couple feet from Andy and me.
“Who. Is. Your. Employer?”
“I don’t know. I swear I don’t know. The person called me on a burner phone with the job and told me they left half of the payment in some locker across the city. They told me when I was finished to take a picture to confirm.”
I slapped his knee, causing him to jump at the contact before standing up.
“See how easy that was, Andy. What was the job?”
“To kill the woman.”
“My wife,” I said, matter-of-fact.
He began to fervently shake his head as the anger barreled through me, my body stiff as I approach him.
“I didn’t know she was your wife. They didn’t tell me.” He cried out.
“Shush,” I said, putting a finger to my lips, "Why?"
"I don't know. They didn't say and I didn't ask," he said, still eyeing Eli, who was twirling the knife in his hand,"I swear I don't know."
