“I can. I absolutely fucking can.”
He looked over to Aaron, who got up and walked over to the cameras in the corner. There was actually another camera behind us that no one knew about. The one Aaron approached hadn’t worked in years, but we kept it for show. He reached up and twisted it so it was facing the wall.
When Patterson saw that, he looked like he was about to shit himself.
“I’ll go grab some coffee and leave you two to talk…or whatever it is you’re doing,” Aaron stated, eyes focused on Patterson. “This is taking too long.”
“Call the crematorium while you’re at it and tell them I’m sending over one of our special requests,” I replied, trying so hard not to laugh.
“What!” Patterson looked up at me. His bloodshot eyes looked even redder and rough.
“How else will we keep this under wraps? It’s not like you’re an easy man to find anyway. People will just think you’re off on one of your sprees in wherever it is you go.” I smirked.
“Fuck you. You can’t kill me.” Patterson slammed his hand down on the table.
In that moment I pulled my pocket knife from my back pocket and wedged it right in the space between his thumb and forefinger.
Even Aaron gasped when he saw that.
The effect I had on Patterson was a little more that what I bargained for. As he shrieked from the shock, we both looked down to see the wet patch forming at his crotch.
The idiot had pissed himself.
I laughed now. It was too much to hold in. I at least tried to keep it more to a wicked laugh instead of showing that I found the situation hilarious.
Aaron saw what happened and looked completely grossed out.
“Confess if you don’t want me to throw the fucking knife straight in your dick.” I loomed in and hovered far too close to his face.
Patterson tensed.
“Now!” I roared.
Anger came back to the forefront of my mind. This asshole was the cause of me missing way too much time at home.
Nine to five?I wish.Our jobs were far from nine to five and it was because of assholes like him. In my case, this asshole had kept me away from my little girl.
“It’s all true, all of it—the tape, the assignment, the shipment. I’m responsible.”
I moved away from him and stood, placing my gun back in the holster.
“Nice. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? And you even get to keep your dick,” I taunted, assuming my normal self and shedding the godfather persona. “Aaron, have Denziel get this fool out of my sight, and tell him he’ll need some paper towels or something.”
I walked out of the room, past Aaron with a smile on my face as I headed back to our office.
Ten minutes later, Aaron joined me. He waited until he closed the door behind him before he burst out laughing. I couldn’t hold it in either.
“Ryan, what the hell man?” Aaron could barely talk. “You are super scary. Fuck dude.”
He made his way to his chair and lowered himself to sit. It bobbled on impact. He ran his hands through his already ruffled hair and rested his arms on his desk as he stared at me, shaking his head.
“Got the job done, didn’t it?” I chuckled.
“Aria would never believe you could be that way.”
“And you will never tell her.” I pointed at him.
“Of course not—I’d be too scared you’d throw a knife at my dick. Jesus Christ, Ryan, I didn’t know you were going to pull that knife stunt.”
