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“His job was to seek out the vulnerable ones, the ones easy to make disappear. Ain’t that right, Ty?” I growl into the fucker’s ear. “Then once he’s gained that trust, he’d lure them to the monster.”
Storm rages forward and grabs the guy by the scruff of his collar, ripping him out of my hand.
“Do you know where my sister is?” he seethes against his face, and Tyler shakes his head desperately, unable to back it up with words because of the rag I tied around his mouth.
“Why did you bring him here?” Storm asks, trying to understand what’s going on.
“I brought him here so you could kill him,” I tell him casually, listening to the fear muffle out of Tyler’s mouth.
“Is this some kind of initiation?” Storm checks. There’s plenty of things a man won’t do. I know for a fact this isn’t one of them for him. I saw what he did to one of the men who raped Shaniya the night we stormed the Albanian compound.
“You came to me the night we took out Alteo’s gang and asked me to train you, told me you wanted to be an enforcer,” I remind him.
“Yeah, and you told me I didn’t have it in me,” he swipes back.
“I gave you the chance to think about what you were asking me to do. You’d been through some shit, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t being rash. Because, Storm, what I’ll have to teach you, the things you’ll have to do, can never be taken back. If you want to take the role, that darkness inside you has to be black enough to blank out your self-conscience and enable you to get the job done.”
“Trust me,” Storm flicks his eyes up over the guy's head to look at me. “It’s black enough,” he assures me.
“That’s why you're here. I’ve been watching, I see it. And I know that without an outlet, it’ll destroy you. So this…” I rip up Tyler’s head by his hair again, “…is me telling you that if you're serious and you want to be the club's next generation Enforcer, I’ll teach you what a great man once taught me.” I think back to the years I spent training with Vex. It was tough, and there were times when I thought I’d have to quit, but it saved me.
Storm doesn’t say a word, just lowers his head gratefully at me, and waits for my next instruction.
“First rule…” I begin, “Always be fearless. When you’re in this room, you’re in control. You own the person being interrogated. You decide when they suffer, and whether they live or die.”
“I want him to die,” Storm tells me, blank of any emotion as the weasel between us squeals into his gag.
“Already?” I crease my forehead.
“He’s a predator, ain’t he?” Storm says through his teeth.
“Yes, he is, but he could also be a step closer to finding your sister,” I point out.
“You could kill him now, or you could pry everything he knows about Adriano out of his head.”
“You think he knows where my sister is?” Storm gets a glimmer of hope in his eye.
“I think it’s worth having a little fun finding out.” I shrug.
I already know what the son of a bitch knows. He’s been locked up in county for four months with Vex’s nephew, and this kid likes the sound of his own voice. I had all the information the club needed before I even picked up this little runt. But Tyler doesn’t know that, and neither does Storm.
I pull the gag out of Tyler’s mouth, and the words come spewing out of it. None of them are relevant. They never are at first.
You always get the standard begs, pleads, and pathetic offers they can never fulfill. So you either get it out the way, or smack ‘em in the mouth to shut ‘em up
“How do you want to play it?” I ask Storm, this is his party.
“I’ll tell you anything you need to know. Just please don’t kill me.” Tyler looks up pitifully at him, and Storm impresses me when he hides all his emotions and smiles back at him.
There are thousands of ways to make a man talk. Sometimes good old-fashioned intimidation is the only tool you need.
I’m gonna need to get better case studies for Storm in the future.
“Have you seen this girl?” Storm pulls the photo he carries of his sister out of his prospect cut and holds it up in front of the man.
“There have been so many it’s hard to remember.” Tyler shakes his head, closing his eyes and trying to remember, and Storm spits at his face.
“Then look fucking harder.” He throws a fist against Tyler’s jaw, then grabs the front of his hair and forces him to focus on the photograph again.
