“You have no right to hold me here. No right to act like you’re some figure of authority.”
I put my hands in my pockets. “Interesting. From where I’m standing, you’re in no position to run your fucking mouth at all.”
“I’m in the position to—” He flinched as I pulled my hand out of my pocket. In my palm rested a pair of syringes. I hadn’t been “working” much lately, but I did happen to get these out of my glovebox when Sadie’s call came in.
“Don’t you dare,” he warned, wiggling to get free.
“Oh, I dare.” I borrowed Sadie’s technique of holding him, reaching out to grab the agent’s hair. Twisting it sharply until he cried out, I wrenched his head back to expose his neck. Without further delay, I jammed the needle into his flesh.
A tip of my head was all the indication the guard needed to hoist him up and carry him to the car.
“You fucking asshole. You’ll never get away with this. You’ll never—” He fought to back up, to no avail. I grabbed his hair and pulled him forward to shove the second needle of a sedative into his neck.
He’d be too loud to handle here. He’d be one of those idiots who would bluster and try to whine like he could stall his way out of death. There was absolutely no hope for mercy for him.
He wasdead.
“Take them,” I told the other guard.
He nodded and carried him away.
Before I turned to join them, I called Ivan and requested his backup.
Both of these agents would be restrained, but I wanted someone else there to rein me in. If I got carried away with torturing these assholes, I’d need someone to bring me back to sanity.
He didn’t protest, saying both he and Alexsei would come to assist.
Hours later, I waited for the agents to wake up. They groaned, coming to slowly.
Hufford was still acting like the tough guy he really wasn’t.
“You’ll never get away with this,” he shouted. “Never.”
I glanced around. “According to whom?”
“Me!” he screamed. “Some filthy scum of a Mafia punk won’t be the end of my legacy!”
Davis, the younger one, didn’t speak. He was smart enough to face his fate. With a gulp and tears building in his eyes, he glanced around the dimly lit room and knew this was the end. Unlike his superior, he wasn’t disillusioned into some fantasy that he could get free.
This was the end of him.
Both of them.
Nowthere would be real closure.
I rubbed my brow, not interested in dragging this out. Pathetic men who blustered and bluffed were such a pain in the ass. I didn’t want to spend hours here, waiting for the torture to kick in so he’d talk.
Ivan sensed my reluctance to linger. “You want us to handle this?”
A guard stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. He was a big, beefy guy, a recent recruit who was proving to be an expert at interrogating those who were the least willing to speak. “I can handle it for you, Emil.”
I smiled.
“You know what?” I nodded in acknowledgment to my cousin. Ivan had recently decided to take a step back and be more of a supervisor for my father rather than someone on the front lines. It was a fine time for me to do the same. I didn’t need to killeverytarget. I no longer needed my job and to kill to stay busy. It was a flimsy excuse of thinking my life was full, to just have that purpose. Now I had Sadie and Carina to live for, and I would.
“I’d appreciate that. I’ve got a fiancée and our daughter to get home to.” I clapped him on his back.
“You do just that, Boss.” He grinned, showing off his missing front tooth and looking that much more diabolical.
