Chapter 49 #2
We walk down isles, the shelves filled to the top with the Rivera family tequila.
This is different from the lot we were at a few weeks ago.
What a perfect front, booze in the front, guns in the back.
If authorities came snooping around, they would just see their legitimate business.
As if they don’t already have the pigs in their pocket like us.
All our pockets run deep in this business.
We near the end of the isles when we hear some chatter. A one sided conversation. They must be on the phone.
“I need you to send someone.”
“What?”
“No, how the fuck would I know how?”
“Dad, come on!”
As we get closer I recognize the voice. Dean.
We round the corner and that’s when I see him.
Pacing back and forth. His hand running through his sweaty hair, the other holding the phone.
Then I see another body. Pool of blood underneath them and unmoving on the floor.
Jason. He hangs up, then looks up. That’s when he spots us.
Before he can get any words out, Thoren fires a shot.
“What the fuck man!” He screams dropping to the floor, holding his leg that’s now bleeding next to Jason’s body.
“Finger slipped, my bad,” Thoren tells him.
Maybe he’s not so bad.
We get closer and I take a look at our surroundings. Then I spot the bed on the corner of the room. The shackles anchored to the wall. The same bed he had my girl tied to, when he had his grubby hands all over her.
I. See. Red.
He puts his hands up in defense as I stride over to him.
“Wait, wait, wait, wa—”
I don’t listen as I fire my own shot at head. I miss and my bullet goes through his hand.
“Mine didn’t. Where the fuck is she?” The nozzle of my gun pressed against his temple this time.
“I don’t know, I swear.”
There’s a table and chair off to the side. I pull him up and drag him over to it so that he is siting, then proceed to strap him to the chair with the rope I brought so that he can’t move. I leave his arms free. I have plans for those.
“Lets start with what you do know. And for every answer you give me that I don’t like, we’ll cut something off. How does that sound?” My head tilting to the side as I speak.
“You’re fucking crazy.” He shifts back and forth as he tries to get out of his restraints. “My father’s on his way here and when he finds you all, you’re dead. Do you know who he works for?”
I can’t help but throw my head back in laughter.
Then Thoren comes up behind him and speaks into his ear. “Do you know who I work for? Maybe you’ve heard of me? La Muerte.”
I’m not the only one with a legendary name.
Dean goes still for a beat, then, “Come on man, we’re on the same team here. Help me out.” Pleading like a bitch. But if he wants to beg so much, who am I to stop him? It makes the torture that much sweeter.
I grab his hand and place it on the table, then pull my switchblade out, “Lets start shall we?” I see as the fear crosses his eyes. See as his mind catches up to what’s about to happen.
“Where is she?”
With his hand splayed out, I press the blade to his pinky.
“Wait, wait, wait wait.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“On—”
“I don’t—I don’t know.” He cries.
Slice.
A guttural scream echos throughout.
“Let’s try that again. Where is she?”
“He took her.”
“Who took her?” I press the blade onto his ring finger, not waiting for his answer this time.
Slice.
Another scream, then, “Seb—Sebastian. Sebastian Rivera.”
“Why the fuck would he take her. What did you do?”
“I told you, idiota!” Thoren speaks up this time. He rounds Dean and grabs him by the throat. “Where did he take her?”
Dean’s face is red, his breaths labored with his windpipe being constricted.
“I do—don’t know. I swear.”
“Did he mention anything to you? To her?”
“He just mentioned how you took something from him and being late for a wedding.”
“A WEDDING?!”
“That’s why he killed Jason. Jason burned her face. He—he was upset her face would be burned for the we—wedding.”
“FUCK!” Thoren screams this time. He presses harder on Dean to the point he almost passes out, but I stop him. Dean doesn’t get to have it be that easy.
I pull him back.
“I fucking told you.” He’s up in my face now.
“This is the entire reason we ran in the first place. If it weren’t for you, she would have been free.
But you had to fuck up those plans. And that wasn’t enough for you.
Then you had to go and take his girl, and who knows what else you stole for your, ‘family business’. ”
“She was never his,” I push him back, “Anastasia is MINE. He doesn’t get to stake a claim on her. She was never his, so I didn’t take anything from him.”
I turn away from him and get back in Dean’s face. “He burned her face?”
“With his cigarette. He was upset you burned his, so he wanted to do it to her to get back at you.”
“You wanted to get back at me too didn’t you? That’s why you sent me that video?” I unbutton his pants, and pull them down.
Gods I wish I had gloves right now.
“Wha—what are you doing?” The nervous look on his face is fucking priceless right now.
“You remember what I told you would happen if you touched my girl again, Dean?”
“No, no. Please, no.”
“Shall I remind you?”
“I—I’m so—Sorry.” He cries.
“I said, and I quote, ‘I’ll do more than break your fucking hand,’ does that sound about right?”
“Yes. Please, I’m sorry.”
“Mm, sorry doesn’t cut it. But,” I go to pull out his dick and he’s rocking a semi.
Was this fucker getting off on this?
I grip his dick with my hands and with the other I begin to cut.
Gotta say, him being semi-hard is making this so much easier.
I cut through the final bit and a guttural scream echos throughout.
But I quickly silence him. I shove his half-hard, shrimp dick down his throat until his screams turn to bloody gurgles and he chokes on his blood and member.
With the open wound on his groin and the two missing digits, it won’t be long until he bleeds out.
Whoever he’s got coming for cleanup will have twice the work now. Sorry, not sorry.
My watch beeps with the five minute warning. We need to get out of here and figure out our next steps.
“We gotta go. Times up.”
Once we get back outside, the back door is open and Brielle is gone. I don’t have time to worry about that right now. We get in and head back to my apartment. We need to see what the hell we’re dealing with and work out a plan to get my girl back.