Page 17 of Alexander's Heart

“Here, Betty, I found the good stuff,” Doc says, handing her a bottle of Glenfiddich.

“Oooooeee, you just stole first place, ding, ding, ding.”

Betty smiles wide as she takes the bottle and whistles low just like Davies.

“Damn kid, this is a Grand Cru 23 year old single malt scotch whisky.” Betty admires.

“Courtesy of the hospital Chiefs personal stash.” Doc replies proudly with a wolfish grin.

Betty chuckles, “Don’t be telling him you swiped his liquor Doc, but I sure do appreciate it.”

“I’ve also asked for a cot to be brought in for you to…” Doc does a cheeky cough, “to rest on, Betty.”

Betty raises the bottle in cheers to Doc and we all chuckle. I walk over to my angel and lean in and kiss her forehead, placing my hand on her lower tummy. “Lily, Betty is here with you, I have some business to tend to but I will be back with you soon. I love you so much, Angel, mine.”

“Harrington, she’s safe with me and the rest of the crew out in the hall, we will watch over Elizabeth. Go do what you need to do, Son, and get us some damn answers, .”

I step in and give Betty a hug, “It’ll be my pleasure.”

She pushes me back chuckling darkly. Betty is going to fit right into our family, and I know that no harm will befall Lily in my absence, I feel it in my gut that my angel is safe.

Doc and I step out and head down to the basement, I can’t wait to get my hands around Trickles fucking throat. Doc grabs some serious medical supplies so we can keep this asshole alive while extracting the information we will get out of him.

I turn the handle and when I enter the room Cuddy starts laughing when he notices my stance, and smacks Trickle upside his head.

“Let the fun begin boys.”

I stalk into the room my focus solely on Trickle laying on the slab. He starts thrashing and screaming but his sounds only fuel my hunger for retribution, this mother fucker is about to really hurt and I won’t lose sleep over his pain.

What he’s lying on is fucking perfect, It’s a cold steel embalming table and he’s stark fucking naked, the holes in his knees and shoulder have been plugged with Xstat foam to stem the blood loss, and he’s covered in nasty welts, the boys have been giving it to him good and it makes me proud.

A wicked grin spread across my face because this fucker deserves everything he’s been getting and will receive.

“Trickle, I trust my men have treated you well.” I say in a deadly calm voice.

“Fuck you, Harrington.” Trickle spits out.

I feel the crunch of his nose shattering under the force of my knuckles his blood spraying everywhere, and I revel in his high pitched scream, feeding my hunger for more.

“Ohhh, I will fuck you; I’m going to enjoy every second, every minute and however many long it takes for you to tell me what I need to know.”

I grab his throat and start squeezing, and relish in the bulge of his eyes forced forward at the pressure, and the attempted gasps for air he’s trying to pull into his lungs.

“Here’s the deal, Trickle, you will be telling me everything, one way or another I will get the information I’ve come for. You see, me and my men here are very skilled in the art of extracting information from some of the most evil people in the world. And you, you are nothing, you’re just a scared little filthy rat.”

I loosen my hold allowing air to infiltrate his lungs and he starts coughing on his own bile. I lower my elbow hard directly into his sternum and the satisfaction in stopping his screams makes me grin.

“It’s time for you tell us a story, I enjoy a good story and feel this one will be epic.” I say calmly, “Now, start talking!” I boom.

Trickle thrashes even harder but the restraints keep him firmly in place and seeing his flesh being ripped open by his own struggle is satisfying.

“You w-won’t win, Harring–”

I slam my fist down on his shoulder where the bullet wound is and he passes out.

“Seriously, what a fucking pussy.” I state stepping back.

Doc steps in with the smelling salts, and I slide my Rothco’s blade from my pants and as soon as Trickle’s conscious I slice across his abdomen, he starts gaging and spewing expletives trying to get away from my knife.

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