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Hard to spit when you can’t breathe.
Instead of dealing with ropes and tape and shit like that, we just use manpower.
One of my guys stands behind the captive, his arm around the man’s neck and his other hand on the back of the man’s head. Quickest way to subdue the captive as needed. Then I have two more men, one on either side of the captive. Their arms are hooked around the man’s elbows, immobilizing his arms, and their feet are on either side of his, keeping the man standing exactly where we put him.
I turn my head to look at the man from the living room, three more of my men holding him in the same way.
Rob is behind me, and two more guys flank the bottom of the stairs. No one is getting out of this basement unless I want them to.
I run my tongue over my teeth, debating if I should start with the living room guy instead, but I decide to stick with the shower guy.
Neither of them looks like much. But killers for hire rarely do. Just some normal-looking white dudes with brown hair. No discernible ethnicity. Nondescript clothes.
And thankfully, one of the guys grabbed a pair of shorts from somewhere, making shower man put them on so we don’t have to stare at his dick during the entire interrogation.
I roll my shoulders out once. “You’re going to tell us who hired you. And then you’re going to die. The only unknown is how much it’s gonna hurt. And that depends entirely on you.”
The arm around his neck loosens enough for him to talk.
The man gasps a few times, catching his breath. And I allow him this.
For a moment.
“Who sent you? What’s the mission?”
He tries to smile, but the slices across his cheek make it hard. “You’re the mission, tough guy.”
I incline my head. “Well, here I am. Though I don’t think this is a realmission accomplishedmoment for you.”
He shrugs. “Maybe not. But we took a few of you with us, though. Didn’t we?”
My gun is back in my holster, so I use my empty left hand to slap him across the face.
A slap is both painful and degrading. And satisfying as fuck for me.
“You’ve got a lot to pay for. And we’ll get to that. But I want to know who sent you.” My voice is even, almost friendly. But it’s a lie. Because even if he didn’t pull the trigger, he’s involved. And he’ll die for that.
He glares at me, pissed at being caught and trying his best not to be scared about dying.
“Why areyouhere? You a hire?” I know he is. I just want him to tell me.
He tries to shrug. “If I tell you I was paid to do this, you gonna let me go?”
I shake my head. “Just want to know how much information you have inside that skull of yours. And hires typically don’t have all that much to spill.”
“Yeah, well, I do what I have to do. Not all of us can just marry some fat bitch and become part of The Alliance.”
Some fat bitch.
My fingers tighten around my brass knuckles as visions of my beautiful Valentine fill my mind.
And this man… This man is here, on a mission to kill people close to me, and he just brought up my wife.
My Angel.
Red seeps across my vision.
“Let him go,” I command.
