"Iwill," she replies.
Feeling satisfied that Mia will be fine at home and won't try to escape, I take a deep breath and head to the garage. She hasn't quite realized it—or if she has then she hasn't spoken about it—but the house and neighborhood has my men stationed throughout.
Driving through the streets, my mind switches from Mia to what Henry might have in store for me. By the time I pull up to one of our warehouses, my body is vibrating, ready to get this over with.
The moment I open the door, Henry is standing there, arms crossed, jaw clenched and I can tell he's mad as hell. "What do you have for me?"
Henry doesn't say anything, he just moves to the side, exposing a young man with a piece of tape across his mouth. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I close my eyes for just a moment. Damn it. This man is more like a boy. He looks like he’s about nineteen years old.
Iopen my eyes, looking him up and down. He has sweat dripping down his forehead, he’s pale, and fear swirls in his eyes. Whoever he's working for is hiring them young—too young.
Letting out a sigh, I glance back over to Henry. "Have you got anything?"
"Not yet, we were waiting for you," Henry rumbles out.
I give him a manic smile, and slowly turn my head back toward the young man, sitting in the chair. "Are you going to tell me who you're working for?"
I have to give it to him, he's trying to stay strong when he shakes his head.
"No?" I ask, quirking a brow before ripping the piece of tape off. He lets out a loud scream.
"Let me tell you how this is going to go?" I tell him, circling around the chair he's sitting in. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions, and you're going to answer them.” Pausing in front of a tray withtools sitting on them, I begin to pick them up, examining each one.
I pick up the bolt cutters turning back toward the young man, moving until I'm standing right in front of him. I flip the bolt cutters back and forth, taunting him. A crazy smile spreads across my face. "Now, if you don't want to tell me then we have a few other ways to make you talk."
The man gulps when I tap the bolt cutters on the top of his hand. I can’t help but be pleased. It seems I’m having some affect. "Tell me, who do you work for?"
"Fuck you, motherfucker," he spits out at me, saliva hitting my chin.
Using the sleeve of my button up, I wipe the spit off, gritting my teeth.Maybe I was wrong, time to show him that I’m not playing.
I don't say anything to him, lining up his pinky finger with the bolt cutter. The moment he realizes what's about to happen he starts thrashing in the chair, but I don't letthat deter me. I snap the bolt cutters, with utter precision and his pinky pops off.
His screams fill the room. Standing up, I reach for the blowtorch, turning it on, and feeling the heat from the fire.Time to cauterize. I allow the manic feeling to take over, relishing it, knowing that I'm going to be maiming this person, letting him know that I can’t be beat. Besides being inside Mia, this is the best feeling.
As the fire gets closer and closer to the young man in the chair, he begins to thrash and move more and more. Holding his hand down, I casually say with a wicked grin, "This will only hurt for a moment. We need to make sure it doesn't get infected."
Pressing the fire against the open wound, his screams are like a lullaby to my ears. After a minute, I pull the fire away, placing the tools back on the tray. I reach for the towel and start to dab the sweat off of my forehead. By the time I finishdrying off my face, the boy’s screams have died down to more of a whimper.
"Now, let’s try this again. Who are you working for?"
"C-car-Carrino," he finally spits out.
"Figures. Now what was the plan, before my man here caught you?' I ask him, this time though he doesn't answer, his head hanging. As if he is accepting defeat.
Henry interrupts first. "He was searching for something, but we couldn't figure out what."
"He didn't have anything on him?"
"No."
"Was there anyone else with him?"
"We saw a guy running off when we caught him."
I nod at his assessment, then I turn back toward the young man in the chair, who seems to have passed out. Time to get some more answers.
Smacking his cheeks, I smile at him. "Wakey. Wakey."
