Chapter 20
Twenty
LOKI
I smile as I take another punch to the jaw. Laughing when I feel a drop of blood rush down my chin. These fuckers think they have a leg up on me. They will soon learn they should have brought more than just four guys to take me down. Especially when I was with my kids. We were just walking out of the theater after having a damn good night when these assholes showed up. With the information Comp told me about the suspicious circumstances of Rome and Rae’s birth parents’ death, I kind of expected to get some threats… you know, the same old bullshit.
“Stop looking into this. We will leave you and your family alone if you forget about this… blah blah blah.”
But we received nothing. That doesn’t mean I let my guard down, though.
I knew, eventually, we would uncover the truth. I just didn’t think these fuckers would be stupid enough to jump me and think I wouldn’t put up a fight. After realizing these fuckers’ intent, I turned to Rome and Rae and told them to run far and fast. They did, and I made sure none of the assholes surrounding me took off after them. When I saw they were a safe distance away, I held up my hands.
“Leave my kids alone, and I’ll come with you willingly,” I told them, playing the helpless victim. In reality, Comp hit a dead end and couldn’t find any links to the parent’s death.
Basically, I’m here just to get information out of them. These stupid fuckers only used one zip tie for my hands behind my back. Then they sat me down in a fucking chair and zip-tied each of my legs to the chair. Stupid fucking idiots. I could break these with one rough snap of my wrist and feet… but let’s let them think they have all the control here. This is going to be so much fun. As my pet would say, it’s playtime. Too bad she’s not here to have some fun with me.
“Why were you looking into the murder of that dumb-ass DA and his wife?” One guy asks, punching me again across the face like a little bitch before I even have time to answer him.
“Why? Do you know who did it?” I taunt, laughing when his face turns red. This fucker should be careful. Not only is he a fat ugly fuck, but it looks like he could easily have a stroke with as red in the face as he got. No way I want to be in a room with him flopping on the ground like a dead fish. Especially if I don’t get to have any fun with him at playtime. Selfish fucker, I tell you.
“Use the fucking knife,” one fucker leaning against the wall says, trying to be all menacing and shit. You know, little boys should not be playing with toys they could hurt themselves with.
“Ohhh.. knife play? You kinky fuckers… I could get on board with that,” I say, giving them a wink and licking my lips; the look on their faces has me chuckling.
“What the fuck is wrong with this guy?” the first guy asks again.
“What? Did I not do good enough for you? You want me to call you Daddy?” I ask, smiling through bloody teeth and batting my eyes.
“Shut the fuck up!” he screams, punching me again. There he goes, flaming up like a tomato.
“But a minute ago, you wanted answers from me… daddy,” I say, having far too much fun fucking with these guys. Shit, I crack myself up; I wish I was recording this.
“I know how to make him talk,” the second guy says, walking out of the room. They will have to be more creative for me to say shit to them. He walks back into the room a minute later, dragging someone behind him.
“We found this little bitch hiding by some dumpster. Her brother got away, but we grabbed this one,” the guy smirks, dragging Rae into the room.
“Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Her.” I punctuate every word slowly as my blood boils.
“Oh… no more joke, huh? What happened to you submitting to Daddy?” the guy who was punching me taunts.
“I realized what a little bitch you were. Don’t worry, I’ll show you dominance,” I tell him as my signature smile makes its appearance. Time to play fuckers.
“Maybe we should show you exactly what we did to her parent that night. After he put us away for five fucking years. Fucker got what he deserved,” the first guy says, stepping toward Rae.
That’s when I lose my shit.
I snap, pulling my hands apart quick as lightning, breaking the zip ties. I pull my legs hard and sit up, pulling the chair, which causes the ties to snap from around my ankles. In the next second, I have the fucker who threatened my daughter up against the wall with my knife to his throat.
“I thought you fucking checked him for weapons,” the pussy says, practically pissing himself.
“I did,” the other one shouts, pulling a gun from his waist and pointing it at my head. He didn’t fucking check me good enough. I have three more on me right now they didn’t find.
“Let him go, or I’ll blow your brains out,” the fucker says. Yup, he just signed his own death certificate. No worries. The devil is a buddy of mine, and he already has a copy and is waiting for him.
I swear to Christ, if Rae wasn’t in the room, I would take out all these fuckers, but the last thing I want is to put her in the middle of this mess. If she got hit by a stray bullet from one of these careless fuckers, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Instead, I slide my blade quickly across the fuckers’ throat. It’s not enough to kill him, but my knife is sharp enough to make a line of blood right across his neck. I hold up the blade, and the fucker has the nerve to rip it out of my hands.
“Now sit the fuck back down. We didn’t want any fucking trouble. That murder was years ago. All we wanted was payback for the asshole who put us away for that robbery. He ruined our fucking lives,” he tells me. I smile again.
“You did something fucking stupid and then got mad and pouted because you got caught?” I ask, dumbfounded, waiting for clarification. I thought it would be deeper than that. I thought maybe it was gang-related or something… more. You gotta be fucking kidding me; Rome and Rae’s parents died because some fucking pussies threw a hissy fit?
“They got what they deserved, and so will you. Now, who else knows it was us?” he asks this time, hitting me with the butt of the gun.
I’ll admit that one kind of hurt. They continue to hit me—hands, legs, gut, kidneys. Whatever they can hit me with, they use. I just smile and laugh at their attempts at getting information. If my brothers and I were doing the interrogation, the fucker would have talked hours ago. I'm not expecting my baby girl, Rae, to start laughing right along with me. Apparently, from the confused looks on the asshole's face, they weren’t expecting it either.
“Why the fuck is she laughing?” one of them asks.
“I don’t know, but it’s freaky as hell. Maybe she’s fucking broken. Stop fucking laughing, stupid,” the other one yells at Rae. She just gets louder and louder until she abruptly cuts off.
“I’m laughing, you butt-licker, because I’m going to enjoy watching my daddy rip you to pieces,” she says, with her face completely straight and void of any emotions. I bark out a laugh. Shit, I’m laughing so hard tears are streaming down my face. I fucking love my baby girl.
“That’s my princess,” I say proudly.
“We have a gun trained on his fucking head. He ain’t going to do shit to us, you little freak,” one of them says confidently.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that pecker-head… Anywhoooo, you two also seem to be too stupid to actually do your homework. You know that TV show, Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader? Well, you dummies would definitely fail. You won’t pass go or collect two hundred dollars. I bet you can’t even count that high. If you had done your homework, you would know that even if my daddy can’t kill you, my mommy sure as heck will when she gets here. On top of all that, you stupid idiots let my brother, one of my biggest protectors, go. You probably should have been more worried about grabbing him and keeping him locked up than about me. I can’t wait until they get here,” she says, smiling widely.
“Fuck, you make me so proud, baby girl,” I say, wiping a fake tear from my eyes. After hearing my baby girl’s little speech, my heart is just so full.
“Problem is, you little bitch, no one knows you’re here,” the guy says confidently, with a smug smile. That’s when we hear it. Yelling, screaming, running.
“Oh, listen,” I say, bending my head to the side and holding my ear up. “Do you hear that?” I ask, turning my head to lock eyes with Rae as my signature smile spreads with the blood still running down my face.
Now the fun is really about to begin.
“Mommy’s here!” Rae says, smiling almost as wide as my own. Yeah, my baby girl sure as fuck makes me proud.