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I walked past them and towards the man tied to the chair. ‘What is this Cabrón’s name?’
‘Calvin,’ Kain replied.
I looked him over. He was covered in welts and bruises and his left leg was obviously broken. I grabbed a handful of his hair and tilted his head up to look at me. His eyes were glassy, the pain making him lose focus and slip in and out of consciousness. I took the rag from his mouth and tossed it onto the floor.
‘Pass me the epinephrine,’ I snapped and someone handed me the hypodermic needle from the table. I injected it into a vein in Calvin’s arm and his eyes focused on me and he started breathing heavily. I slapped his face. ‘Hey. Focus. Where the fuck is Blake?’
He started to shake his head violently from side to side. ‘I don’t know, I swear. I don’t know.’
I held out my hand and Jax placed a small scalpel into it. I pressed the sharp blade against Calvin’s chest. ‘Where is he?’ I repeated.
‘I don’t know!’
I sliced through his chest, ripping open his pectoral muscle and slicing his nipple in half. He screamed in agony as I took hold of his hair again and leaned down to him. ‘The next cut will be your balls. Now tell me where the fuck I can find your cousin.’
He tried to shake his head as tears and snot ran down his face, but I held him in place. ‘I don’t know,’ he sobbed. ‘You need to speak to his girlfriend. She’s not who she says she is-'
I lifted my foot and kicked him hard in the groin and he vomited bile onto the floor. ‘You think I don’t already know that, mal nacido! You think I don’t know who Lucy Callaghan really is? You think I’m fucking stupid?’
He shook his head as his body convulsed with sobs.
I held the scalpel close to his face. ‘You’re going to die, Calvin. But, I can make it quick and end your suffering right now, or I can drag it out for days. It’s up to you. Tell me what I need to know.’
He blinked at me, his eyes full of defeat and I knew that he didn’t have the information I needed. I could go on torturing him but it wouldn’t get me any closer to finding Blake Fielding. The old me would have tortured him anyway, just for the hell of it, and because I was fucking raging. But, I thought about Alana, and all I wanted to do was get home to her.
I turned around and looked at Jax. ‘End him. Now,’ I said as I walked back towards my employees. Taking one of chlorine soaked rags from the table, I wiped my hands clean of Calvin’s blood. A few seconds later, the sound of a gunshot echoed around the warehouse.
I pointed to the four men who were standing in front of me. ‘Find me Blake Fielding, or the next time I see any of you, it will be you strapped to a fucking chair, and I will personally castrate the fucking lot of you!’
They nodded. ‘Yes, Boss,’ they replied I unison.
Grabbing hold of my clothes and cufflinks, I walked towards the exit and Jax walked behind me . ‘Clean this fucking mess up,’ I shouted as I shrugged on my shirt.
ALEJANDRO
It had been two days since my meeting with Carmichael and I had been on edge ever since. I had snapped at everyone around me, including Alana.
I sat in my office looking out at the L.A skyline and wondering what she was doing. She was probably in the shelter. I checked my watch and sighed. I had another two meetings to go to before I could get home to her.
I heard the office door opening behind me. I knew it would be Jax. Everyone else knocked.
‘You okay, amigo?’ he asked in his soft southern drawl as he walked into the room. I spun in my chair to face him. ‘You seem a bit wound up lately. A bit more than usual anyway,’ he said with a half-smile.
‘That meeting with Alana’s father has me rattled, Jax. He’s such a fucking snake. He makes my fucking skin crawl.’
‘So, do something about him then?’ Jax said with a shrug.
‘He’s my wife’s father! You suggesting I just make him disappear and lie to her face every day?’
‘You’ve lied to every other woman you’ve ever dated.’
‘But I’m not dating her, am I? She’s my fucking wife, Jax.’
He nodded. ‘I know. But I thought the point of marrying this chick was business. I seem to recall you swearing that this was purely a business deal, and she wouldn’t change you or your life in any way. And now…’
‘Now what?’ I scowled at him.
‘Now … you’re different, Alejandro. More considerate? And I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. But you have changed, amigo. Six months ago, you would have squashed Foster Carmichael like a bug for the way he spoke to you.’
