He nods, keeping his eyes squeezed shut and shaking uncontrollably all over.
“What’s the name of the girl you fucked?”
“I-I don’t know!”
“Her father’s cartel?”
“Please pull me inside. I can’t.” His head is turned to the side, and he’s peed himself.
My killing plans are ruined. I need to keep him alive and see what else he knows. Fuuuck! I want to end him now. It takes a long moment to smother my impulses. What’s important right now is finding Nine and stopping her from fucking with Sully.
I yank him inside, letting go of the rope to get him in a chokehold from behind. I drag him back and slam his face into the wall.
“I won’t go near Sully ever again, I swear. Please let me go. Please.” His quavering voice enrages me even more.
“If you ever say his name again, I’ll turn you into a eunuch,” I threaten him, and without giving time to register my words, I turn him around. “On second thought…” I unsheathe my knife. Let him scream as he looks at the shiny blade and stab him right in the leg—an inch from his tiny dick.
He wails like a baby, staring at the handle sticking out of him.
“I won’t miss next time. Now tell me the name of the cartel.”
He looks up at me before his eyes roll back, and he drops to the ground unconscious.
“Fucking shit! For real?” I run a hand into my hair, annoyed.
I kick him in the stomach, but he doesn’t move. I check his pulse, and he’s still alive. My boot finds him again for good measure, but he remains out cold.
“I need that fucking name!” My voice rumbles in the silent room.
I take off my mask with a sigh and pull the paralytic syringe out of my pocket. I crouch down and inject him. I need to hang him again, maybe from his arms this time.
I grab his phone from the table and go back to him to unlock it with the face recognition. But with his eyes closed, it doesn’t work. Damn it! I need Ramiel to see if he can find anything that can point us in Nine’s direction.
I pocket his phone and use mine to send a text to him. Uriel’s call arrives five minutes later.
“What?” I answer with annoyance dripping from my voice.
“Nine is back?” It’s more a statement than a question.
“Yeah.”
Ramiel didn’t waste time. The silence that follows is filled with almost palpable fury.
But then Uriel’s voice turns muffled. “Baby Blue, I think I heard Albert E. screaming for help.” Sariel’s guinea pig?
Sariel replies something about how idiotic that sounds but that he’ll go check, before my brother comes back to the call. “What happened?”
“She sent someone after Sully.”
“Fuck, Sari was right.” He sounds proud for some reason.
“About?”
“You having the hots for little Carver.”
I grit my teeth. “Is that a problem?”
“Rague is going to tear you to pieces, and Ollie will piss on your carcass.” He snorts.
