“What…what are you doing?” Ralph asks, gasping as Tatum yanks on his skin to maximize the pain.
“Does it matter?” I ask, picking up a pair of pliers. “Did you kill Beckham’s sister?”
“Ooh. The pliers. Fuck, you’re gonna lose your toenails, dude,” Jamie says helpfully.
If he played hockey, he’d make a hell of a chirper. That’s for damn sure.
“Fuck!” Ralph says. “Okay, okay, stop!”
“Me?” Tatum asks innocently, continuing his work. “Oh no. That’s not how this works. If you answer now, you’ll keep your toenails. If you don’t, you’ll lose them painfully. And all the while, I’ll be over here turning you into a skin suit.”
“Beckham, you have crazy fuckers for alphas.” Ralph snarls.
Snapping his fingers in Ralph’s face, Tatum shakes his head.
“Hey!” he yells. “Don’t talk to him. Our conversation doesn’t include him until he decides he wants it to. You have no right to speak to our omega. None. Now, did you give Beckham’s sister the drugs that killed her?”
Tatum is so helpful. I love doing interrogations with him.
“Edgar has gone soft,” Ralph says, growling. “He used to be one of the most feared men in this town! People bowed and scraped in his presence. It was fun to work for him. Then, he had a couple of brats and went fucking soft.”
“People still fear my father,” Beckham says softly. “Everywhere I go, they lower their voices when they say his name.”
“Bah! It’s not the same,” Ralph says, his eyes careful to remain on me as he replies. “Killing your sister was supposed to bring back the damn fire in his eyes when he kills again. Edgar became soft when he married that bitch. Ahhh fuck!!”
Tatum begins to whistle “Whatta Man” under his breath as he continues to skin Ralph down to his waist. The alpha hanging in front of us is pale, and I clear my throat to signal to Tatum to take a break.
“Why the drugs?” I ask. “Didn’t you realize that by killing his daughter, he’d be even more against them?”
“It backfired on me,” Ralph complains. He doesn’t cry or beg, he merely tries to breathe through the pain. “I decided to take his empire when she was buried in the ground and Edgar lost his mind with grief.”
“So you started dealing drugs to college students?” Beckham asks.
“When kids start to die, parents ask questions. Colleges are responsible for the brats who attend their school,” Ralph explains while hissing. “It just made sense that I’d blow everything up. Edgar would take the fall and get pinched by the cops so I could take over.”
“And Beckham?” I ask. “What was your thought for bullying and raping him?”
“That was just for fun.” Ralph laughs.
He never sees the sledgehammer that Tatum swings at his pelvis, breaking bones as he screams.
“Would you like to try again?” I ask mildly.
“He’s hot!” Ralph screams through the pain. Blood is flowing, bones are breaking, it’s my favorite thing about working for myfather. “His ass is always slick, tight, and he fights me every time. I fucking love when they fight.”
“Hmm,” I say, turning to Beckham. “Do you think your father needs anything else?”
“No,” he rasps. “You’ve figured everything else out.”
Nodding, I replace the pliers on the table and pick up a pair of kitchen shears. It’s important to follow through on what you say when you’re interrogating, otherwise people will no longer believe you.
Using the shears to cut off his boxers, I roll my eyes at his tiny cock.
“Off with the tiny head,” I murmur, using the shears to snip it off. Showing it to Ralph, I shake my head. “You’re way too confident to have something this small hanging between your legs.”
Ralph begins to scream, making it easy for me to shove his castrated dick into his mouth. Tightly holding his jaw closed, I glance at Tatum.
“I think it’s time for some needle and thread, don’t you? It might mute some of the screaming.”
