“You can keep the cat.”
I rush toward him, pulling him into a hug. “Thanks, Boss.”
Anthony ruffles my hair with a sigh. “All right. Now, get everything you can from her and then make sure she regrets ever fucking with us. Keep her tongue for me, though. I want to watch her cry when I take it from her mouth.”
“Oh yes,” I turn to her and waggle my eyebrows. “Enjoy your tongue while you have it,” I tell her, but all she does is try to spit at us. It doesn’t go anywhere. She still has the rag in her mouth. But she’s nervous. Pretty soon, she’ll be spilling all the beans about why she thought it would be a good idea to cross the Costellos. I guarantee it.
I turn to Anthony and bounce on my toes. “Okay, now tell me everything you want done, and I’ll make sure I get it for you.”
Anthony looks pleased with my eagerness, and my chest constricts. I just want to make him happy. Especially after what happened with his boyfriend, Tatum, being kidnapped and hurt by the Aces because of information they got from Henry. That really was all my fault. I should never have trusted Henry in the first place. I’m an idiot for letting him seduce and use me. But I’ll get my revenge.
Anthony pulls me aside. “I want to know why she was working with Henry. About the drug distribution they were helping him with. I want to know her motivation for trying to frame me for it, and any other operations he may be planning. And most importantly, find out if she knows where he’s hiding. I want to know anything you can get about the little shit.”
I give him a salute. “On it. I’ll make sure she tells me everything.”
“Okay, so, to make them talk, we always start with the fingernails,” I tell Kit after I’ve changed out of my makeshift toga and into a proper outfit for torture. A pair of booty shorts and a midriff.
In my hand is a tool I created myself, perfect for the precise extraction of nails. It took me a few days, but boy, I’m so proud of it.
Kit whistles as he holds it up and examines it. “That’s good to know. So, what do you think about kneecaps? I’ve heard varying things.”
“Oh! Kneecaps are my favorite. For those, I like to use a hammer, or even better, a drill,” I say, picking one up and turning it on with a press of my trigger finger.
“A drill?”
“Oh yes. It makes them squeal. Wanna hear?”
“Uh, usually I just take people out. A little messy, but not like drawn out or anything.”
I grin and let the machine whirl. “Just take them out? No skill, no finesse, no mess. Where’s the fun in that?”
“I guess you should teach me how to have fun then.”
“I most certainly will.”
I move toward Tish, rolling the tray with all my tools on it. Tish’s eyes widen, and I glance back at Kit.
“She wants to talk to see if she can save herself.” I turn toward her and narrow my eyes. “But you hurt my friends. Never had many of those, so I like to keep the ones I have.”
I pull the rag from her lips, and she growls at me.
“You’ll regret this,” she spits, and I sigh.
“Tish, we have all the people that matter in your silly little organization. Most of them are dead. If anyone comes for us, we’ll take them down. You know this. I know this. Even Kit knows this, and he’s only been here like two minutes.”
He bobs his head in agreement. “I do know this.”
She eyes us both, trying to put on a brave face, but I can tell she’s afraid. Can smell it. Fear has a distinct scent.
“You have no idea who you’re messing with,” she hisses.
I pull up a seat next to her, straddle it, rest my hands on the back of it, still holding the drill, and rest my chin on my hands. “Why don’t you tell me then? I’m all ears.”
Her eyes bore into mine. They’re really not that nice. Disposable, really.
“Henry told me about you,” she begins, and I find my lips starting to purse. I really don’t like hearing his name. “Said you were easy. Just a little boy who wanted to be loved.”
I hate that. Hate it so much. My fingers tighten on the drill, listening to it whirl as I reach out and stab it into her upper arm, making her squeal like the pig she is.
