“Aren’t you a beautiful little thing? Why don’t you be adoll and convince these assholes to let me go?” He smiles wide, exposing his missing teeth.
Who in the right mind hired this scrub? Any men of my fathers are to be clean and presentable. This one looks like he’s been run over a couple times by a train and brought back to life. Anyone who has the slightest attraction to this man, must be either high or desperate.
“Now why would I do that, Sean? I’ve been advised you’ve been a naughty boy,” I taunt as I gesture over to Antonio for my gloves.
“Whatever they told you is a lie. I promise, just help me,” he begs as he attempts to get out of the restraints but fails miserably.
Antonio hands over my gloves before he connects his fists against the pathetic human face. His neck snaps to the side, causing one of the few teeth he has left to fly to the ground.
“You see, you owe me a lot of money. You also sold drugs under the Hansley name to a child advising it was candy. That child suffered and died. Tell me, Sean, what did you sell to cause the child to die? Why use our name knowing we don’t deal drugs? Where’s my money?” Slowly, I circle him as I slide on my gloves and grab a knife from the torture table.
I examine the knife, admiring the beauty of such a deadly weapon. I always preferred something I could stab with as the pain and suffering can be prolonged.
“I don’t owe you anything. I don’t even know who you are. As for the child, it was payback to the motherfucker who wouldn’t pay me back. I warned them not to fuck with me. That doesn’t concern you,” he sneers at me as his sweetness fades away.
There you are. The little snake I was looking for. I much prefer the insults over someone who fakes their innocence.
“But it is my business. This is my city, my products you soldand kept the money rather than turn it over. If you don't have the money, where are my guns? You also just admitted to killing an innocent child over someone who wouldn’t pay you.” Flipping the knife in my hand, I lunge, plunging the knife into his leg causing him to scream.
I can’t help but bask in the cries of pain coming from such a disgusting male. Such a weak little thing.
“You bitch! Who the fuck are you to say what I can and can not do. Just wait until Mr. Hansley hears that you took one of his men. He’ll come after you, I promise.” He spits at the ground trying to intimidate me.
“Hansley isn’t going to help you. Did you hear? He’s dead, and you should be afraid of me as I’m the grim reaper here to collect. No one’s going to give a shit that you’re gone. Hell, many may be happy to hear of your disappearance. Like father, like daughter. Hansley taught me well, but I’m worse than he is. Much worse. I’ll snatch your soul and destroy any chances for you to repent. That was for the money you owe me by the way.” I grab another knife, and strike into his other leg.
He cries out in pain, tipping his head back. He tries to break free of the restraints to remove the knives but again the idiot fails to break free. Blood coats both leg pants from his deep wounds. The sight of red always makes me excited as it reveals the color of the traitors.
“I have your money. I’ll take you to it. I swear, I’ll never use your name again and never deal drugs again. Please give me your mercy.” Sean pleas as his body shakes from the pain I inflicted. Piss runs down his pants.
Another laugh breaks free as I tilt my head to the side. What a pathetic coward. Folding already from only two stab wounds. I need men who won’t break under pressure, and who won’t steal from me like a traitorous scum. I thought my father was a better judge of character, but again this one could haveslipped through the cracks. I’m getting bored already with this one. I expected more of a fight.
“I know where my money is. My men are collecting it as we speak. As for your dealings, you’re right, you won't be able to sell ever again.” I round to the back of him, yanking his head back and slitting his throat.
Blood splatters onto my nice blouse causing me to roll my eyes. Guess I’ll have to burn it instead of the dry cleaners. That was for the child’s life he took in the act of greed. Antonio hands me a rag and I take it, wiping off the blade.
“Little theatrical, cousin. I like it. Just as ruthless as your father.” He laughs as he moves to the other side of the room retrieving a bag from the corner.
I step around the dead man to the sink against the wall. Taking off my gloves and blouse, I toss them on the floor, starting my burn pile. I turn on the faucet collecting soap and scrub my arms and hands. Regardless of the blood not touching my skin, I need this filth off me. Plus, I don’t have time to go home and wash up.
“This isn’t even the start to how ruthless I can be. There’re rats upon us, I can feel it. They will be caught and executed for betraying my father and his name. I will not be named a fool due to being a female taking over my father’s rein.” As I turn off the faucet, a few of his men enter our little dungeon.
Their eyes sweep over the dead piece of shit, trying hard to hide the smirk on their face. They fail miserably because I catch it and shrug my shoulders at them.
“Ms. Hansley, the money has been secured. We also found his stash of drugs and got rid of it.” They stand at attention waiting for my command.
“Good, now dispose of this body. Make sure nothing traces back to us. Bleach it, do whatever you have to, but I do want him to be recognized. For those to see what happens when youbetray us. I also need someone to clean up this mess and bleach everything down here, and get rid of the knives. No traces.” They nod, untying the dead man.
Antonio stands in front of me as I start to strip out of my clothes, throwing them in the pile piece by piece until I’m in my undergarments. He hands me my pants suit as I step one foot from my heels, sliding my leg through as he hands me the new heel before my foot touches the ground. Once my lower half is fully dressed, he hands me a new top and jacket to cover up the rest of my body.
“You know, you could have just got dressed over there in the bathroom instead of right here in front of your men.” Antonio moves away, grabbing lighter fluid from the table and dousing my clothing before he lights it aflame.
“Yeah I could have, but I didn’t. Not like they haven’t seen a woman before, and they also wouldn’t dare to stare. I really liked that outfit too. What a shame I had to burn it,” I pout as I pull my hair out from underneath my new suit jacket.
“Come, cousin, we have a meeting to crash since my dear step-mommy failed to invite me to it,” I sneer as I exit heading up the stairs.
As we emerge outside, a car is waiting for us. Antonio opens my door for me, quickly closing it once I’m inside and rounds to the other side slipping into the back seat with me.
“She’s going to be pissed at your arrival. I can’t wait to see her face as you walk through those doors.” He chuckles, looking down at his phone.
