"Who are you calling a piece of shit?" The man stuck his nose in the air despite the fact that he was tied to a chair. "Do you know who I am? What I could do to you?"
The woman in charge shoved her heeled foot into the man's balls and didn't let up even though Santino was whining like a little bitch.
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
Damn! I could tell I was going to like this woman already.
Santino's high-pitched whine made me want to grab my own balls. Not the technique I would've used, but it was highly effective.
"As much as I appreciate you crushing this asshole's balls, I need some answers from him beforeweend his miserable life."
"You mean before we end it. You're here simply as a courtesy to Wes."
I wanted to argue, but the look on her face told me that would be pointless. Wes wasn't kidding when he said this team ran by their own set of rules. From what I could see, they didn't play well with others.
"Fine. As long as he's dealt with. I don't appreciate him causing harm to my unborn child."
Heat flared in the woman's eyes. I had no idea what drove these women to do what they did, but it was clear the mention of the baby didn't make them happy.
"That's exactly why he won't live to see another day."
I was glad to see we were on the same page.
"Do you mind if I at least take a crack at him?"
I never in my life asked for permission to attack someone. It was never necessary because most of the time, I kept my cool. But that ended when Wes told me about the bomb.
"Be my guest." The four women stepped back and allowed me to get closer to Santino. Before the man could even register what was about to happen, my arm shot out and punched him squarely in the jaw.
Damn, that felt good. "That's for cutting my woman's brake lines."
Another shot. This time in the other direction so his head snapped the other way. "That's for almost making her lose the baby."
This time, I sent an uppercut straight to his jaw and watched in satisfaction as his head snapped back. "And that's for sending a bomb to our house."
"Okay, enough," the leader of the group snapped behind me.
I stepped back and looked at the damage I caused. It wasn't nearly as much as I wanted, but it was a good start.
"Tell me why you're after Jo."
The asshole had the nerve to spit blood at my feet as he slurred. "Go to hell. I'm not telling you shit."
The woman whose name I would never know, grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. "You have two choices here. Tell him what he wants to know and die quickly. Or I can torture it out of you. Either way, you die today, and I can sleep like a baby tonight knowing I took another piece of shit off this earth."
Bloodthirsty. And people said women were the weaker sex. I already knew that wasn't true, but damn, this woman would prove many men wrong.
"Do your worst. I'm not talking to you." Santino tried to sound brave, but I could see in his eyes that he was scared shitless.
"Fine by me. I've been a little bored lately anyway." She held out her hand to the side, and one of the other women handed her a set of steel cutters that I immediately recognized as bone cutters.
Ouch. Talk about getting straight down to it.
Without a single flinch, she cut straight through Santino's pinky. Obviously the man hadn't thought she would follow through because he hadn't moved a muscle, but now he was screaming like a banshee.
"Any guesses on which finger I'll cut off next?" She looked around the room. "Anyone?"
I was too stunned by her lack of emotion to answer. This wasn't my first time observing someone being tortured but watching her was fascinating. The only other person I knew this emotionless was Lex.
