He screams, blood splattering onto the shiny surface.
“That’s for touching her.” I tell him, waiting for Sebastian to straighten out his other hand. He thrashes, trying to get free but the chains are flush to his wrists, allowing no movement. The metal rattles with his fight and spittle flies from his lips as he screams but it does nothing to me, it’s like music.
I bring the knife down across his other fingers, cutting them off just like I did before.
“That’s for hurting her.”
Connor thrashes in pain, his fingers pouring blood onto the table, the severed digits scattered across the top. I pick one up, his middle I think and examine it.
“Open wide,” I order, moving the finger toward his fucked-up mouth.
His eyes widen as he thrashes his head side to side,but Sebastian does what is needed, not even fazed by what I am about to do. He forces the guy’s mouth open, and I shove the finger inside. Before he can spit it out, Bast is snapping his jaw closed.
He cries out but can’t get the finger out, leaving him no choice but to swallow it.
“How does it taste?” I ask when Sebastian releases him. “Do you understand now? Do you understand who you’ve fucked with?”
Finally, fear twists his expression and this time he can’t hide it.
My hands land in the blood as I lean on it and get close, “That’s what it tastes like when you come for a Farrow. This is what happens when you come for my wife.”
“I-I’m sorry!” He stutters, blood leaking from his mouth, mixed with saliva that drips off his chin.
“It’s a little late for apologies,” I wave a hand, pushing up from the table as I start to pace, bored, “But I will give you one offer.”
“Anything.” He begs.
“The name.”
“I don’t know!” He cries, “I swear man, I wasn’t given the details, I just tagged along for the job!”
“You didn’t think to ask?”
“No!” The chains rattle some more, “It doesn’t matter much. You know that! I just wanted the money!”
I nod, “Did you know she was my wife?”
“Not until we found her in the hall, and she confirmedher name.”
“Yet you still went for her?”
“She was alone man,” he admits honestly, “It was easy.”
I flick my eyes to Sebastian who looks as angry as I feel.
“Last chance, Connor. I want a name.”
“I don’t know, I swear! I don’t have a name!”
I shake my head in disappointment, “Then my offer is off the table.”
“What!? No!”
“No name, no freedom.” I pull the gloves off my hands, throwing them onto the floor at his feet, “Gentlemen,” I say to the guys, “Finish the job. Make sure he understands the severity of his mistake of crossing us before he dies, yeah?”
They nod and I start to walk away, the sound of my steps joined by his screams. They grow quieter the further I get from them until I’m walking out the door and shutting out the sound.
Chapter Forty-nine
