Chapter 15 #2
“Of course, it does. I only sell top-of-the-line shit. Nice doing business with you, Gino,” I say, before walking away and heading back to my vehicle.
“You too, Mr. Andretti,” he says. That is the last thing I hear before the sound of rapid-fire gunshots echoes all around me.
Aldo jumps on me quickly, pushing me to the ground as the dock erupts into a frenzy. I pull one of my guns out and crawl the rest of the way to my vehicle to use it as cover.
“Motherfucker!” I shout, having no clue what the fuck is actually going on. I see three guys heading our way, and I shoot two of them in quick succession while Aldo gets the third. My men are all dressed the same, specific outfits, so I can pick them out and know who not to shoot.
“We’ve got you covered, boss,” Aldo shouts over the gunfire.
“What the fuck is going on?” I snap into my earpiece.
“Some unknown men showed up and started shooting. We’re taking care of it, boss,” someone yells back at me.
My men are using heavy firepower. When I manage to look back at where I last saw Gino, he’s lying on the ground with a bullet hole in the head and a few in the chest. His men all lie dead around him.
Sirens sound in the distance. I don’t want to be here when the police show up. I can see dead bodies scattered around the place as I continue to shoot.
“Fuck! The police are on their way. Let’s get out of here!” I hear being yelled from somewhere across the dock from where I’m standing, and I see a few guys running to the entrance. Without thinking, I sprint after them.
It’s four of them, and they hop into an SUV and drive off. One of ours is right ahead of me, and I hop in and quickly pull out to follow behind them.
“Get the fuck out of there!” I yell to the guys as I step on the gas, following behind these cocksuckers. I see two of our vehicles behind me. No doubt it’s fucking Aldo and his guys following me. I swear I’m going to put a bullet in all of them one of these days for not listening to me.
I swerve a bit when bullets from the vehicle I’m chasing come flying at me. Fucking bastards! There’s not a ton of traffic at this time of night, but there are some cars on the road, so I have to swerve in and out of them.
Aldo’s vehicle comes up beside mine, and the guys start shooting back at those cocksuckers who are shooting at me.
A few moments later, they turn onto one of the roads that’s usually empty at this time, and I gun the gas. It didn't take me long to catch up with them, since I wasn’t far behind. I slam into their bumper, causing them to swerve.
I pull back before speeding up again and slam into them at full force once more. This runs them off the road.
I quickly slam on my brakes and hop out of my SUV before running toward the one that crashed. I hear the screech of tires behind me before my guys rush out to help me.
I quickly assess the situation. The two guys in the front are a bloody mess, so I shoot the two of them in the head. The two in the back are groaning.
“Grab these two assholes and take them to the warehouse on Western Boulevard.”
“Yes, boss,” my two guys say as they each haul a man out of the vehicle, restraining them.
“What the hell, boss?! You could have hurt yourself!” Aldo lectures as he rushes over to my side.
“As you can see, I’m fine.” I don’t mention I’ve got a bit of an ache from the whiplash of slamming my vehicle into these assholes.
“If you were ever killed in a situation where you had your men with you, you know your father would kill us all for letting that happen, right?”
“Nah. He wouldn’t. But I might shoot your ass one of these days for disobeying a direct order,” I mutter.
“He totally would, and you know it,” Aldo says with a roll of his eyes. “And you won’t, you love me too much.”
“Jesus fucking Christ! I swear you and Xander are in my life to torment the shit out of me. Come on, let’s go see who these fuckers are,” I say, walking back to my vehicle with him following me.
It’s damaged in the front, but at least it’s still drivable.
“Tell the guys to bring the two dead guys with us, too. Once I know who they are, I’ll send a message.
We can’t get the ones from the dock since it’s probably covered with cops by now. ”
“Already done,” he replies, driving us to the warehouse.
By the time we get there and make our way inside, my men already have the two guys we picked up hanging from the ceiling.
They’re trying to pull and tug at their bindings like it’ll just magically give way.
“You fucking pieces of shit!” one of them yells.
“Wait until our boss comes for you all! You’re going to wish you weren’t working for the pieces of shit Andrettis!” the other one yells at my guys.
“Oh yeah? And who is your boss?” I casually ask as I walk over to them. I’m guessing they didn’t see me until now. The one who was just yelling quickly shuts up and stares at me with hatred in his eyes. “Not going to answer, I see.”
I lift my fist and clock him in the face. His head snaps back, and a groan leaves him. When he rights his head again, blood covers his mouth. He spits it at me, and it lands on my jacket.
“Oh, I have so many ways of making the two of you talk.” I smirk at him before walking over to one of the tables.
I take off my jacket, T-shirt, and bulletproof vest, leaving me in my tank top. I walk back over to them and take a crack at the other guy this time.
“Who are you idiots working for?” I ask again.
“Like I’m going to tell you anything!” he snaps, and I let out a tsk.
Before he can even comprehend what’s happening, I slam my fist into his rib three times in quick succession, putting all my power into the blows.
He lets out a guttural scream when his rib cracks.
I’ve had cracked ribs, and know it’s super fucking painful. He begins to wheeze a second later.
I decide that’s enough for him for now and walk over to get one of my knives before going to the other guy.
“Tell me what I want to know, or I’m going to skin you alive,” I murmur to him, playing with the knife, taunting him. He audibly swallows, but he still stares at me with a defiant look.
“I won’t tell you shit! My boss would kill me!” he yells.
“And you think you’re leaving here alive? If you tell me, I’ll make it quick for the two of you. Neither of you will suffer. But if you don’t, well then, I’m not responsible for whatever means I use to get the information out of you,” I tell him, but he doesn’t answer. “Suit yourself.”
I turn to one of my guys. “Strip him.”
My guy grabs a pair of scissors and quickly begins to cut through this asshole’s clothes, leaving him in just his underwear.
I decide to start with one of his legs. I grab his thigh and make a slice straight down to his knees. My knife is so sharp it’s like cutting through butter. A line of blood slowly seeps out, and I grab his discarded shirt to wipe it away.
I then maneuver my knife to begin cutting under the first layer of skin. I want it as thin as possible. I look up at him with a smile on my lips, and I can see the pinched expression on his face, jaw clenched tight.
I’m halfway through, and the silence in the warehouse is deafening. I look up and around at my men, grinning because almost all of their faces are green, like they want to puke.
When I’m done with his upper thigh, I lift the skin off and wave it around. It’s so thin. I’ve got to say this might be a personal best for me.
“Bring me the salt,” I tell one of the guys, and he quickly brings it over. I grab a handful out of the bucket and rub it all over the guy’s exposed muscles. He lets out an ear-piercing scream, his body thrashing around, trying to get away from me.
I move over to the other guy. He looks scared as hell when I look at him.
“What the f-fuck man?! That’s some t-t-twisted shit!” he wheezes out.
“Why, thank you! I love hearing that,” I say, giving him what I’m sure is a maniacal grin. “Now tell me who the hell you’re working for before you start to look like your friend over there.”
“Do you think I’d betray my boss and tell you shit?” he spits.
“Well, if you’re mouthing off, I guess not. Either you and your friend over there love pain, or you’re the biggest idiots I’ve ever seen in my life,” I taunt.
“Fuck you, asshole!” he sneers.
I slam my knife into his side just above his belly button and pull, which creates a large gaping wound. I stick a handful of salt in there, and the screams are instantaneous.
I go back over to the other guy and start to skin his face. By the time I’m done, he looks like something out of a horror movie. His face is covered in blood; his eyeballs look like they’re about to fall out of his head, and his teeth look horrifying with no lips.
“Please! Put me out of my misery,” he begs.
“As you wish,” I tell him before slicing his throat, blood instantly spraying everywhere. All that can be heard is his gurgling as he chokes on it.
I turn back to the other guy, and his eyes are bugging out of his head in fear. I must look terrifying because he starts screaming his head off.
“Please! Please! Stop! I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!” he screams while pissing himself.
“Go ahead.”
“The Bratva!” he screams, and I stop in place. These Russian fucking assholes! We haven’t done anything to these fuckers, and they’re attacking us? It seems like they really fucking want a war on their hands.
“How did you assholes know we were going to be at the docks?”
“G-Gino told the Pakhan!”
“Why?”
“They’re friends, and Gino mentioned that he had a meeting with the Andrettis.”
“Thanks,” I tell him. I grab my gun and put a bullet straight in his head. He slumps forward as blood drains out of the hole.
Well, it’s a good thing that asshole is dead now because I would have loved to torture the shit out of him.
“Dump these assholes where the Pakhan can find them,” I tell my men. “I need a couple of you to follow me. We’re going on a little road trip.”
“Where to boss?” Pin, another one of my guys, asks.
“Russian territory. We’re going to burn some shit tonight,” I tell him.
I walk away and head for the bathroom, quickly washing all the blood away.
Once I’m clean, I redress and head out the door with my men following behind me.
The men on dumping duty have already left, while the others follow me.
We’re heading just outside of Chicago, where the Russians have some of their businesses.
In no time, we get to one of their more popular restaurants and park in the back.
“Go make sure no one is around in the other buildings,” I tell one of the guys, and he runs off.
“It’s all clear, boss,” he tells me a few moments later when he comes back.
“Let’s go.”
We grab the explosives and head for the restaurant. I pick the lock on the back door, and in no time, we’re in. That asshole doesn’t even have an alarm system in here. Too bad for him because he fucked with the wrong man.
Xander is wiping all the feeds from their cameras and any other footage from the surrounding ones as well. Plus, he’s also monitoring the police scanners to make sure none of them are near here. We plant the bombs quickly, then run out the back door.
We’re driving away, and I look in the rearview mirror just as the explosion sounds and flames engulf the entire building. Tonight definitely turned out better than planned, and I loved the chaos.