I take my phone out of my pocket and hold it up to him. “You know this girl?” I ask.
The asshole’s eyes widen.
“Thought so.” I nod my head to the table. “You all fucking touched the wrong girl. Now, I’m here to collect the things you touched her with.”
Paz walks up behind us and passes me an axe. Just the tool I need for this job. “You’re last.” I point to the asshole with the sore jaw.
It’s worst being last, because you get to watch everyone else’s punishment, knowing your time iscoming and there’s not a single thing you can do about it.
I have two guys holding down each of the others, their arms spread out in front of them. I had a marble table put in this room for this purpose. I don’t need the axe going through fucking wood or glass.
Walking around the table, I assess my targets. “Duck, duck… goose.” I tap the head of the third man and stop behind him. “Guess you get to be first.”
“No! I didn’t do anything!” He shakes his head while lies spill from his lips.
I lift the axe and bring it down on his right wrist, his hand detaching in one clean cut. The asshole screams, his head swirls, and I hurry to bring the axe down on his left arm.
“You don’t get to pass out. You’re going to feel every single fucking bit of pain,” I hiss into his ear. “Now, let’s continue the game, shall we?” I step up behind the next guy. “Duck, duck, duck, goose.”
The fourth fucker jumps or at least attempts to. They’re all trying to get out of their seats at this point. But it’s useless. Their old, scrawny asses are no match for the soldiers I’ve got holding them down. The axe bites into his left hand and then his right.
I continue this with all five of my targets before stopping at the sixth guy. “You know what? I think I’llstart by taking something else you touched her with.”
At my suggestion, my men lay him flat on the table that’s now covered in blood. The others passed out shortly after their arms were removed. Only one remains cognizant of what’s to come for him.
“Blowtorch,” I tell Paz, who just laughs and shakes his head at me.
I fire up the torch and hold it over the asshole’s crotch. It doesn’t take long for the fabric of his pants to incinerate, and then the smell of burning flesh fills the air as his dick and balls melt away. His screams are music to my ears.
Once I’m satisfied his dick is nothing more than mutated flesh, I hand the torch back to Paz. “Time to go, boys.”
At my command, my men all straighten and follow me out. Once we’re in the parking lot, I hit the button on the little controller in my hand and the building is engulfed by flames.
“That was some show,” Paz comments as we slide into the car.
“Good. Let the word spread. I want everyone to know what happens to the fuckers who touch her,” I grunt.
“I’m sure it will be widespread through the cities before the jet hits the ground,” he says.
“Make sure everything is set up there. I’m bringing her home tomorrow morning. I want her to feel safe,” I tell him.
Our compound in Mexico isn’t like the one here. It’s on a much larger scale, with a lot more men. It’s also where our factories are. It’s where most of our business is done. Once the drugs cross the border and I have my cash, I don’t have anything to do with the product.
By the time I make it back to Louie’s penthouse, news of the explosion is on every media outlet. “Have a party?” he asks, meeting me in the foyer.
“Something like that,” I tell him.
“You know, most people invite friends to their parties.”
I tilt my head. “And if I had any, I’d invite them,” I deadpan.
“Ouch.” He rubs his heart. “You know, one of these days, I’m going to actually believe you hate me.”
“Where is she?” I ask, looking around for Evie.
“They went up to the pool,” he says.
“Alone?” I’m already hitting the button for the elevator.
