I drill the bit into his flesh.
“What about now!?” I don’t stop drilling.
“Naaaaargh! My father— waaaaargh!” He starts crying.
I stop drilling. “What was that? I didn’t catch that.”
“Please, no more.”
“Then save yourself some pain and start talking.”
“My father wanted to blackmail you into working for us by using your brother.”
“You know his name. Say it.”
“Dante.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s doing his duty, just like all infidels will.” I grab my 9mm handgun and put a bullet through his knee.
“Stop wasting my fucking time. I’m running out of patience.”
I’m not sure he hears me. His howls get louder every time.
“RAZZAG! RAZZAG!” He yells.
“What? Razzag? What or who is Razzag?” That’s the password on his laptop. “Speak!”
“My uncle.”
“And what does he have to do with Dante?”
“He’s his master.” He chuckles.
“What did you say?”
It can’t be.
“That’s right. My uncle is his master.” He starts to laugh.
“Dante is a slave!?”
“Yes, a slave. And very good at it!” He continues to laugh.
“Shut up!” I yell at his face and start to stomp around the room.
“Yes. For over ten years! Everybody says he has the tightest ass in all of Saudi Arabia.” He spits blood to my feet.
I pull the trigger and a bullet hits him right between the eyes.
Asad is dead.
Chapter Forty
God, give me strength.
Bruno
