“Just checked on him and he pissed, so he’s good.”
I nodded. “I’m gonna talk to him. Ignore any screaming.”
“From you or him?”
I smirked and pushed open the door. Godzilla, whom everyone called Zilla, was zip tied to a chair, and it appeared as though Wrath had used his brass knuckles to improve his face. Zilla raised his head and scowled. “The prodigal son,” he spat out.
I ignored his bullshit jab. “You gonna tell me why you tried to kill my woman?”
“No one tried to kill your woman.”
“Then tell me why you set my grow house on fire with her in it.”
“Bullshit.” His eyes widened slightly. “The building was empty.”
“See, Zilla, it wasn’t empty. This is the problem.”
I pulled a zippo from my pocket and walked around his chair, flicking the lighter lid open, then closed.
Open, then closed.
“She was trapped inside while the fire burned her end of the building…because you disabled the sprinkler system,” I said, continuing to open and close the zippo. “So, this leads me to believe you weren’t working alone, because I know for a fact you’re a dumb piece of shit. So dumb, in fact, your club looks to you for the jobs that require brawn over brains and no one would expect you to disable shit.” I faced him and crossed my arms. “Who was with you?”
“No one, it was just me.”
I grabbed his hand tied to the chair, flicked the lighter open and lit it, holding the flame under Zilla’s palm. He screamed in pain, trying to pull away from me, but he didn’t have the leverage.
“Hurts like a mother fucker, huh?” I said, swallowing the bile threatening to spill from the smell of burning flesh. “Kinda like my woman’s hands are feeling right now. You see, she burned them trying to escape the fire you set.”
“Collateral damage,” Zilla sneered.
I flicked the lighter open again and repeated my ‘encouragement’ on his other hand, wanting him to hurt worse than Raquel hurt.
He screamed again, but still wouldn’t give up his accomplice, so I continued to switch back and forth between his hands until he passed out from the pain.
“Fuckin’ pussy,” I hissed, opening the cabinet on the wall and pulling out ammonia and waving it under his nose as I pressed on his sternum. He came awake with growl of pain, disoriented and ready to fight. “Welcome back,” I said. “You ready for more?”
I pulled my knife from my boot and studied it.
“Orca!” he screamed as I flicked open the zippo again.
I cocked my head. That was a surprise and I’d definitely need more intel on him before I acted on that information. Orca was old school. A faithful soldier. He’d been part of the Predators for more than twenty years and usually kept his head down.
“Anything else?”
“Sonja Myers. She’s fuckin’ Orca. It was all her idea.”
That fucking cunt!
“Thanks, buddy,” I crooned. “I appreciate that. I’m gonna let you sit here for a while and then we’ll decide what to do with you.”
“You gonna get me ice for my hands, asshole?” he snapped.
“Did my woman get ice forherhands?”
He scowled.
“I’ll let you sit here and think about that,” I said and walked out the door, closing it on the obscenities he bellowed behind me.
