“Okay, I can work with this. So, knees?” I ask him, walking over to Ed who spits at me. It misses, but I don’t wait for Gio’s advice before I haul my arm back and slam the hammer into his good knee. His scream echoes through the room, and I grin as tears roll down his cheeks much like Misty’s did when he was violating her. He doesn’t pass out this time, and I look at Gio with my eyebrows raised.
“Oh yeah, I like this one. Where else? Fingers?” I go to his other hand, and the asshole is still defiant despite his tears.
“You are nothing. Your daddy is letting you play the game, but one day, he won’t be there to protect you.”
I slam the hammer down once, twice, three times, and just like that, three fingers are crushed, and he vomits. I jump out of the way, and thankfully it only lands on him.
I wrinkle my nose. “Gross.”
Gio laughs and pats me on the shoulder. “Good job dodging. I wasn’t fast enough my first time, and he got my feet.”
Ed has passed out again, his vomit making the room smell, so I grab the bucket and fill it up once more. “I can see why there are drains in the floor now.”
I dump the water over him, and it wakes him and cleans him a little at the same time. That’s efficient.
“Okay, this is fun. What’s next?”
Gio shrugs. “You can get as creative as you like. I like to use this.” He holds up a sharp pokey thing. “But stick to fleshy parts. If you go for the stomach, it’s likely you will hit a vital organ and he might die before you can get the information you need.” Gio walks over to Ed and shoves it into his thigh before pulling it out and shoving it into his shoulder. “You’ll have to work on your upper body strength, poking shit into people isn’t easy,” he says as Ed passes out once more. I don’t bother waking him as I take it from Gio and give it a try. He’s right, it’s not easy. I really have to put all of my weight behind it to get it into his shoulder.
Stepping back, I look Ed over. He’s a fucking mess, but I feel nothing except satisfaction. “This is fucking awesome. I can’t believe I can make this fucking scumbag pay. I’ve got to say, Gio, it gives me all kinds of tingles in my belly.”
Gio snorts and rolls his eyes. “Of course it does. You’re all kinds of messed up, sis.”
“Please, bitch, like you’re not?” I fire back, and he nods.
“Touché.”
Ed comes to once more, and he grits his teeth against the pain and starts to laugh hysterically. “All of this because I ass raped a fucking stripper. You two have no clue. Things are changing, and there are pieces on the board that you won’t see coming. When they do, you’re going to wish they had put a bullet in your head. You’re on borrowed time, little girl, because one day, you’re going to be in the same situation as Misty, and I hope they ruin you.”
“What do you mean? What are you talking about?” Gio demands, but it’s too late. I’m pretty sure Eddie’s mind has fractured, as he continues to laugh hysterically despite the blood pouring out of him in various spots and the obliterated bones in his body.
Reaching behind me, I pull out my gun and shoot him in the head. Brain matter splatters across the wall behind him, and his eyes turn vacant, but the laughing has finally stopped.
“What the fuck, Tori?” Gio screams. “He had information we needed.”
“Please, that man wasn’t going to give us anything. His mind was gone. We’ll have to toss his office and see if we can get anything in there.”
“Fuck!” Gio shouts and pulls his gun, unloading a whole magazine into Ed. His breathing is ragged when he finishes.
“Are you done? Well, that was a little overkill, wasn’t it?” I remark, crossing my arms, and he growls at me. “Do you feel better now?” I ask as the pool of blood beneath Ed grows.
He ejects his empty magazine, shoves it into his pocket, and pulls another one out of his inner jacket pocket before slamming it into his gun and then shoving it back into its holster.
“Come on. I’ll call cleanup to come deal with this while we go search his office.”
“So I’m thinking Azrael,” I muse as we exit the room and climb the stairs, leaving the warehouse.
Gio looks at me like I’m crazy. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He unlocks his car and we both climb in.
“You know, the Angel of Death. That would be a wicked nickname. I mean, you already have the Grim Reaper.”
He just stares at me as I put my seat belt on before bursting into laughter and giving me a kiss on the cheek. “You really are something. I expected maybe a freak-out, a few tears at least, but nope, you’re giving yourself a nickname. You know that’s not how it works. Someone else has to do it.”
“Yeah, but if I leave it to someone else, I’ll end up with something lame, likeMafia Princess. Nope, spread it around. I want people to be whispering about Azrael, the Angel of Death, by the end of the day.”
Gio rolls his eyes again and starts the car. “As you wish, princess.”
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