The man continued to smile. “Why not Indigo Osvaldo?” Haze didn’t react. “Tell me, what interest doyouhave in the woman? Hm?” He looked between us both. “She’s nothing special, and yet, here you two are. Defending her honor.” He cackled. “I’m curious, why is that?”
Haze swung his arm and landed an effortless punch across the man’s face. And by the sound of it, he cracked his nose. “Easy,” I warned. He shot me a look. “No need to rush things.” I approached the two men and twirled the blade in my hand. “We’ve got all the time in the world.” I grabbed the hilt of my knife and buried it deep into the man’s thigh.
“Jesus fucking—ahhh!” The man screamed and shouted as blood began to stain his pants around the entry point of my blade. “Fuck!”
“Doesn’t sound like an answer to our question!” I twisted the blade, purposely tugging hard.
The man’s screams grew until his voice nearly cracked. The sound of his pain made me beam with eagerness as it filled my nostrils and flowed through my veins, lighting a spark within me. “Okay!” he shouted through tears. “I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Please!”
My hand rotated the hilt ever so slightly as he groaned. “We’re waiting,” I snarled.
Tears flowed from the man’s reddened eyes and down his roughed up face. “I was told to tail the woman,” he breathed through desperate pleas.
“Why?” I asked.
The man panted without responding.
“Fuck this.” Haze rushed over to my table of tools and returned with a large dead blow hammer.
“Haze,” I groaned.”
Before any of us could even register what the fuck he was doing, he swung the tool and slammed it into the man’s kneecap. The bone instantly cracked and crumbled, causing the man to scream so loud my ears nearly rang. “Answer the question!” he shouted, his face turning red as he stared at the man with such hatred.
“Enough!” I stormed to my brother’s side and snatched the weapon from his hands while the man shouted and screamed, crying out uncontrollably. Haze tried to shove me back, but I was too irritated with his brazenness. I gripped the collar of his tank as I pulled him close. “This isn’t how things are done,” I growled.
He pushed me off of him. “Well maybe it should be,” he snarled. “Maybe it’s time you stop acting like a whipped little bitch and throw out the rule book.”
My face hardened. “The only whipped bitch here isyou.” I pushed him back. “Stay out of the way. And let me do my fucking job.”
The man’s face raised at my words. “Job,” he panted. “Wait…wait.”
Shit. Rookie mistake.
“You—you’re part of that network, aren’t you?” His tearing eyes looked from Haze to me. “You both are. Fuck,” he exhaled. The man cried a bit more.
I gripped his face and forced him to look up at me. “What do you know?” I asked. “Answer me!”
He managed to force a bloody smirk. “Those eyes,” he whispered. “Oh yes, I’ve heard of you…Charlotte’s Web’s very own green-eyed devil.” My stance hardened as I glared down at him, hiding any emotion. “Felix Osvaldo.” He laughed and coughed on the blood from his broken nose.
My fingers squeezed his jaw, making him wince. “You may think you know me, but I can assure you—” I leaned closer. “You’re fucking wrong.”
The man groaned as I dropped his face and spun back to the table. “Am I? It’s no wonder you care so much for that woman. She’s your sister. Andyou.” He looked over at Haze. “Your rage. All that pent up hatred. You must be Haze.” The man shook his head, dripping sweat. “I’ve been looking for you.”
He ripped the Halloween mask from his face and grimaced at the man. “Who are you?” he snarled. “What do you want with my sister? With me?”
The man grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Haze watched as I picked up a very specific tool. One I had used many times in my years of working for the web. “What is that?” my brother asked. “What’re you doing, Felix?”
I raised the sharp, heavy duty shears high enough for the man to see. His face drained of what little color was left as I played with the tool. “Most people use these for cutting meat, specifically at Thanksgiving dinner.” I grinned beneath my mask. “But I have a much more entertaining use for it.” I returned to the man. “You see, men like you think they’re so tough…beating up on women. As if that makes you a man.”I crouched down and used the shears to cut his pants and clothing, exposing his pathetic little dick. He tried to fight me, but Haze quickly circled around and held him still. “You think because you have a dick between your legs, that you’re entitled to act however you want with no consequence.” I held his flaccid dick in my gloved hand. He begged me to stop, trembling like a child at the sheer thought of me injuring his manhood. It made my smile grow. “You hurt our sister. And that’s something I can’t forgive.” My eyes shot past him to Haze, who was also smiling. “Hold him still.”
My brother released a faint laugh and yanked the knife from deep within the man’s thigh. Blood poured from the man’s wound, and he held the blade to his throat, gripping his face tight. “Keep those eyes on my big brother,” he teased the man. “You’re going to want to see this.”
Maybe he was cut out for this shit after all.
I raised the shears to the tip of the man’s dick. “You know of Charlotte’s Web, which tells me one of two things. Either you’re a rat, or”—I yanked his shaft closer to the opened blades— “you work for someone else.” I lined the tip of his dick up with the shears. “Which is it?” He tried to remain calm, but I knew he’d break. “Have it your way.”
I quickly snipped a thin layer of skin from the tip of his penis, listening as the man’s voice nearly cracked as he screamed. Blood began to seep from the cut, dripping down onto the floor where the fleshy slice of his dick now lay. I ran the tip of my gloved finger through the tiny puddle of blood with a smile.
