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The brothers, Haze and Brew, are on their way with some intel on what they heard last night.
Rock just happened to call me mid-morning to let me know he’d traced the van.
“Where should we start first?” I ask Harlem.
“I think fingertips. Nobody needs those, right?”
He squirms, trying to fight against his restraints that he’ll never get out of.
“I was thinkin’ his balls. You’re way behind me, brother.”
Harlem snorts as Brian wails and struggles again.
“The harder you fight, the worse it’ll be,” I remind him.
I don’t know how he got a job in investment banking, and then with Luna’s father in insurance. He seems like a dumb fuck to me.
The great part is, he’s shit scared, and that’s exactly what he should be. No matter what happens, he’s not getting out of here alive.
When I can’t take it anymore, I grab him by the hair and yank his head backward and get in his face. “Stop. Fuckin’. Movin’,” I growl. “One more fuckin’ peep, and I’m gonna cut your dick off and feed it to you, got me?”
He immediately stops.
“You pissed him off,” Harlem singsongs. “This is gonna be so much worse for you.”
“Yeah, you had a choice how you were gonna die, and now you don’t. Pity. I usually just go in for the kill, but now I’m gonna draw it out until you no longer recognize your own screams,” I say.
His eyes go wide as he blabbers something behind his gag.
“I’m gonna let you speak,” I growl. “But if one word comes out of your mouth that I don’t like, I’m gonna take the tip of each finger, then your thumbs, then your toes, and that’s just me warmin’ up. Understood?”
He nods frantically.
I yank the rag out of his mouth.
“Speak!” I bellow.
“W –what am I doing here?”
I stare at him, bored. “You disrespected my woman, for one. And then there’s that little incident with launderin’ money through the Devils MC and usin’ company funds to buy drugs and guns to sell on the black market.” I eye Harlem as he glares at the motherfucker, both of us chomping at the bit to get a poke at him. “I don’t know how Mr. Shields is gonna feel about any of this. I might just send your carcass up to him in his elevator as a pre-arrival gift before I go turn his world upside down.”
We still don’t know if Luna’s father is implicated, and that’s something I need to get to the bottom of.
“Please,” he begs. “He can’t know about this…”
“Ah yes, that’s the third issue we need to get to, felony charges. What do you get now for fraud, embezzling money, and supplying drugs and guns these days, H?”
Harlem doesn’t take his eyes off the bastard. “Life. May not even make parole with all the other shit we’re gonna pin on you. Be nice for the family if Razor’s murder was finally solved,” Harlem says, without missing a beat. “Can’t blame every single ‘accident’ on the bayou with assholes like you at large.”
“I didn’t!” he starts. “I didn’t do shit!”
I sigh and grab his hand, which is already splayed out flat on the armrest. Without hesitations, I slice the top of his finger off, just narrowly missing the bone. “Remember how I told you to think about your words? Now isn’t the time to test my patience.”
He howls, spittle forming at his mouth as blood oozes out of his finger.
“Now. Let’s try this another way. We’ll ask questions, and you’ll tell us the truth.” I point to the tray of instruments on a silver platter, just begging to be used. “Or you’ll be picking out which blunt object I remove your spleen with.”
He cries like a pussy and bites down on his lip. Beads of sweat run down his angry face.
