After a brief pause—probably to be dramatic and shit—he went to the trunk of the car. When it popped open, the present he had became real clear.
Ricardo pulled a hog-tied man out and forced him to his knees before us all. The idiot cried out like it was the worst punishment ever.
What a punk.
Henny and I stepped closer to take the guy in. I recognized his face. I didn’t know his name, but I knew he’d been around a while.
“What a present indeed.” I said with a dark laugh. “Tell me I get to play with it too.”
Henny smacked me with the tablet he managed to produce from thin air. “Enough of that.”
Where the fuck did that come from? Was he a part-time magician?
I growled at the thought of him performing like that. Crossing my arms to prevent myself from touching him, I waited to see when I’d get the permission I wanted to beat this asshole’s head in.
The stress relief would do wonders after the conversation I’d just been put through, and for the one awaiting me.
Pharrell moved closer as the room went quiet. “What’s going on?”
Ricardo spread his arms out, like he was fucking Jesus or something. It almost made me laugh, but a pinch on the hip from Henny kept me still, like the good boy I was for him.
“This is a present for you, Pharrell. I found him waiting at the location he thought the shipment was going to. He was going to intercept it. His back seat is full of weapons.”
Well, that definitely had the boss’s attention.
"You wanted to steal from me?" Pharrell’s voice was all barbed wire and acid.
The fucking idiot decided to spit on the ground in the boss’s direction. Ricardo didn’t much like that shit. He kicked the guy hard enough for him to topple forward.
“You do not disrespect him!"
Even I got a bit of a chill from the way he said it. Things must have been pretty serious between these two for all this lovey-dovey stuff to go down.
Other people wouldn’t see it like that, but I knew how these things worked.
Rel went over to the man, lifting his head and turning him until he couldn’t look anywhere but at his boss.
With the most frustrated tone I think I’d ever heard, he told the guy exactly what came next. "I'm going to have to hurt you. And while I don't necessarily enjoy hurting my men, I do enjoyweeding out the bad fruit. So, we're going to go have a bit of fun, and you're going to tell me who you work for. The longer you hold out, the more pain you will find. Your screams will be so loud they'll hear them at the casino. There is no relief for those who betray me, only death.”
Oh, joy!
It’s killing time.
CHAPTER 12
Pip
“I’m not talking,”dumb rat said as Pharrell punched him again and again. He was covered in blood and would probably go into shock soon if we didn’t treat those wounds.
I really loved the idea of keeping him on the brink of life only to torture him a bit more. Nothing like the screams of the weak to make a man feel good.
Not like that, you fuck.
The weak as in the men who backstab to get their way. It’s despicable knowing they try to switch sides or pretend to be some kind of spy. This isn’t the fucking movies. That shit doesn’t work out here in the real world.
Exhibit A.
Our dumb rat was finding out why you don’t cross men in theCosa Nostra. It was a fool’s choice.
