“I’m gonna get right to the point,” Tony says, holding up a small pair of gardening shears. I’m not really paying much attention to what he’s saying.Focus. I have to fucking focus. When Tony Fretolli holds up gardening shears, you should be paying close attention to what he’s rambling on about. “I’m going to snip the tip of your dick off every time you lie to me, okay?”
“No!No!Why are you doing this?” a deep voice pleads.
“Corey, take his dick out,” Tony says to me, pointing the sharp tool in my direction.
Wait. What? Why is it always me?
“Me? Why me? I don’t want to touch his dick.” What if this asshole has some sort of wart-infested one-eyed pus-filled rumpleforeskin thing happening down there.I ain’t touching that shit.
Niko Jakov struggles against his wire ties, sweat leaking from every pore on his face. His eyes shoot to mine in frantic terror. “No, no. Corrado, don’t. Don’t listen to him.”
“Niko.Niko. NeeeeeeKooooo,” Tony attempts to talk in a heavy Russian accent. I laugh because it’s funny and he sounds a lot like the Terminator. “Niko. Jakov. Jaaaaa. Koooooooov.” Tony’s glance darts up to me then back down to Niko. “Anybody ever tell you your last name sounds like Jack-off? Niko Jackoff.” He snips the shears in the air as he speaks. “Niko Jackoff-too-much.”
Tony is jerking off the shears now like it’s his own dick. I’m finding it awkwardly funny and I wish I could take out my cell and record it. But then Tony would probably be threatening to snip off the tip of my dick next.
“Why are you doing this to me, Tony?” Niko’s face is stark white, pleading.
“Come on, Corrado, just take his dick out. Unzip him at least,” Tony says, gesturing to Niko’s pants.
I shrug and chuckle. “Shouldn’t he buy me dinner before we get to third base?”I’ll unzip him but I ain’t touching no skin.
Tony doesn’t seem to find me as hilarious as I find myself. I shake my head and yank down the front of the man’s pants at Tony’s knees. He’s not wearing any underwear and I vomit a bit in my mouth. “Niko, man. You don’t have much to work with here. You better tell him what he wants to know.”
“Wha…What…What does he want to know?” Jackoff stammers.
Tony starts pacing in front of him, opening the shears and snapping them closed, again and again. Metal scraping against metal, long and sharp, thenSNAP!Making Jackoff cringe in his chair each time.
I lean back against the wall, watching. Waiting for the answers Tony needs.
He stops dead center in front of Jackoff and points the shears down, the sharp tips of the blades nicking into the wood of the chair between Jackoff’s knees.
“I’ll tell you anything. Anything,” Niko cries.
I’m not sure Tony is even listening anymore, he’s just torturing the guy, snipping the sheers and opening them, getting closer and closer to his dick each time.
Jackoff’s eyes get wider and wider and he’s trying to press his body frantically back into the chair to get away from the sharp silver of the garden blades.
“Why’d you kill my guys?” Tony asks, pausing for a moment.
“Kill what guys?” Niko actually looks confused. I pull away from the wall and step forward, getting a closer look at his expression.
Well now.
He doesn’t look like he has any idea what Tony’s talking about.
“My guys,” Tony explains, slicing the shears closed and ripping Niko’s pants. “Franco. Carmine. Paulie. John. Junior.”
“I didn’t kill any of your guys, Tony.” His voice doesn’t even shake.
“I’m not really believing in your words right now, Jackoff.” Tony shrugs pushing the shears right up to the guy’s shriveled-up junk.
“I didn’t kill anyone, Tony,” he grunts through clenched teeth.
“Five of my guys are dead, Niko. And I know you and your little Russian gang are the ones who did it.” Tony’s eyes are wild now. He really believes Jackoff and his men pulled the hit.He must not be telling me everything—he must have real proof that he ain’t showing us—but what the fuck could it be?“You and your guys ain’t ever taking over our territory. I’m not even sure you’re ever even walking out of my club alive.”
“Tony, no, no. Why you pinning that shit on—”
The rest coming from his mouth are incomprehensible screams. I guess Tony didn’t want to hear any more because he just snaps the shears closed on the tip of Niko’s dick. Niko’s eyes screw shut and he just howls in absolute agony.
