More headshakes.
So I take the rest of the fingers on that hand.
“Fuck.” Mateo smirks. “How’s he supposed to jack off now?”
“He still has another hand,” Julian says with a negligent shrug.
“For now,” I add. “Who do you work for? And before you shake your ugly head, remember that I have no qualms about skinning you alive. Your death will be a slow one.”
“I’m going to die here anyway.” His face is a mask of pain.
“True.” I shrug. “But I can make it fast, or it can last for days. So I’m going to ask you one more time. Who the fuck do you work for?”
“Look, I’m just a foot soldier,” he says, but that’s not what I asked.
“Listen. I’m going to call you Vinny, okay? Listen, Vinny, I didn’t ask what you do.”
“Christ, just remove his spleen,” Carson growls as Vinny licks his lips.
“I was just supposed to kidnap her, not hurt her.” He’s talking fast now, as if this will keep him alive. “Okay, maybe rough her up a little, but that’s nothing she’s not used to. I had to deliver her alive.”
I backhand him again, wishing I could kill the fucker right now. “…but that’s nothing she’s not used to.”Fuck.
Her bruises.
The scar on her back.
Someone hurt her … often.
I fist his greasy hair in my hand and pull his face back.
“Who. Do you. Work for?”
He folds his lips together, and I hold my hand out.
“Pliers.”
“Now it’s getting fun.” Carson’s voice is full of glee as he rubs his hands together. “Start with the molars.”
He’s a sick son of a bitch.
“Last chance,” I tell him. “Before you lose all of your teeth.”
Now, he starts to cry.
But he doesn’t talk.
When the last one is gone, I squat before him. He passed out from the pain twice. Maybe from a little blood loss.
We woke him right up again.
This could go on for days.
“You’re going to tell me who you work for, Vinny, and why you were trying to touch something that belongs to me.”
“Doesn’t,” he whispers, and I narrow my eyes.
“Who does she belong to?”
