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“Are you sure Black Plague is actually part of the system? Or are they the absolute lowest level of grunt workers, getting off their rocks abducting women, getting pennies for providing the West’s merchandise while the West’s were bringing in the big bucks to sell to the higher-ups?” Thor asks.
Fang’s head whips to Travis and now that Thor’s seed of doubt has been planted, I wonder how it will play out?
Travis looks away, and Fang struggles to get closer to him, even though he’s chained.
“You rat bastard. We were partners. How much did you skim from my share to fund your cozy lifestyle?”
“Next time get it in writing, idiot. Jesus, all of you are just as dense as a block of wood. Of course, we’d pay you as little as possible. You think you’re the only one that supplies us? We have our hands in so many cookie jars that you and your club aren’t even going to cause a blip on the radar when all of you disappear, cause guess what? Another one will always pop up, willing to take what they think is big bucks when it’s really chump change.”
“You really think you’re all that just because your last name is West? Or have you forgotten that you’re really a Black? If you honestly thought your dear olddaddywas going to let you climb the ranks with him, you’re even more pathetic than me. I’ve got mayors and officers on my accounts, asshole, as well as my own network of warehouses.”
“Please, I have my own accounts. My own warehouses. My own contacts. Each of them are separate from Dad’s. If you seriously think I’m solely dependent on that dumb fuck, you’re not as observant as you think you are. I mean, your biggest accounts are fucking mayors and officers. But me? I have governors as client’s dipshit. And since Dad’s a fucking idiot with computers, I make all his appointments, so I know all of his clients, too. It was just a matter of time before I took over his accounts and remove him permanently.”
I try not to pause as I look up at them before catching Thor’s eye. He smirks, but hides it quickly.
It takes a moment before they both realize what just happened.
“Fuck,” they both mutter in unison.
Andre laughs. “Well, that was fucking easier than I thought it would be. Now, both of you are going to tell us who your clients are, where your warehouses are, and who’s supplying you with women and children. Half-pint, you want to help me with this next step?”
I put down my claw and pick up my knife again.
“I’ll get a few in on them and then hand it over to others so they can get out a little aggression. I have more toys to play with later though, so no killing them when you all take your turns.”
I’m almost to Travis when Dragon grabs me and kisses me. “God damn, I love you woman.”
“I love you too, Dragon, but I need you to let me go so I can get in some slicing and dicing.” He smacks my ass, but releases me. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Don’t change, Spitfire.”
“Don’t plan to, babe.” Giving him another quick kiss, I walk over and stop near Andre. “Which one of these idiots do you want first?”
“Depends. Do I get to use one of your surprises?”
“Not yet,” I say and pause, laughing when he pouts. “Those are for later, so hurry up and pick your idiot, cause the faster we get their information, the faster you get to play with the surprises.”
He perks right up at that.
“Fuck yes! It’s Christmas in July,” he shouts and hurries over to Travis while I casually walk over to Fang, deciding to start with him first. It won’t take much for Scott to break since he’s already repeatedly pissed himself from what Thor and Dragon already did to him. Even though I’m not focusing on the men right now, I know Tiffany and Monica are scared shitless.
“Did you hear that, pretty boy? Christmas came early, so you might want to start spilling your guts before I actually spill them for you.”
“Don’t get too excited, Andre, they still need to be alive by the time we get to the surprises because I know you’re going to want to play with the new toys for a while,” I say as I start cutting Fang’s clothes off.
He groans. “Spoilsport,” he mutters, which I laugh at.
“Fuck, Spitfire,” Dragon groans. When I look over my shoulder, I wink at him when I realize he is really turned on. My gaze flicks to Thor, who’s also sporting a pretty big bulge and I smirk. At least I’m not the only one turned on by this. I’m definitely in for a fun time later.
Once I have Fang’s clothes removed, I put them in the bag Punisher brings over. His dark grin tells me he’s looking forward to his time, which will be coming up. Turning my attention back to Fang, I take a catalog of his weaknesses as I trace my knife across his skin.
“We could have had so much fun together if I had known you were into knife play, Princess. It’s not too late.”
I let my knife dig in deeper, grinning darkly when I see his face tighten in pain. “I’m not a Princess. I’m a mother fucking Queen, asshole. As for my sexual preferences, that’s something you’ll never know.” I pause but continue cutting into his skin. “For the record, there’s nothing ‘play’ about what my knife and other toys are going to do to you by the time this is all said and finished. Same with the clubs behind me. Now, you might want to start talking about those names and locations, otherwise, I’m going to give you a few things that might bring some memories to the forefront.”
I cut into him methodically as I hum, already knowing where and how deep I’ll be cutting him. However, since this is only the start of the questioning, I don’t go as deep as I’d like to. We need answers before we can kill him.
Knowing his club tattoo is on his back, I save that for Andre to further fuck up, so I get to work on his torso. My knife cuts through his skin like butter and ignore his pleas, grunts, and gasps since he isn’t giving me any information. For someone who had spouted more than once that he likes pain with his pleasure, he seems to have a low pain tolerance. Once his chest and stomach are done, I move onto his legs.
By the time I’m done, he’s starting to sound even more like he’ll start to crack soon. Since he still hasn’t given me a name, I walk back to the tool cabinet and grab some pliers. I start to walk back to Fang when I purposefully turn back around and grab multiple boxes.
