Page 28 of Biker's Dark Revenge

I wiped the sweat from my brow, drew my fist back, and slammed another punch into his jaw.

Olivio -he’d pleaded for mercy, spilling his name, his home, all of it, before I’d lifted my fist - spun back in his seat, a spray of blood spattering the walls behind him – he let out a whimper of pain, but if he thought that was going to be enough to stop me, he had another thing coming.

"Tell us," I growled to him, grabbing his collar, and yanking him upright. "Tell us where the fuck Lombardi is, you piece of shit."

He squeezed his swollen eyes shut, trying to draw his gaze away from me, and I let out a grunt and shoved him back down again.

It had been nearly two hours since I had started working on Olivio, and I was still no closer to shaking the truth loose from him. What the fuck was it going to take?

I shook out my fist and began to pace. I knew there were Dogs stationed everywhere around the city right now, waiting for me to feed them the information that they were waiting for – Olivio was the last man left alive from the raid on Lombardi’s place, the last of his crew still standing. At least that we had access to.

I had taken Chuck aside and told him that I wanted to be the one to get this information out of him – I hadn’t explained exactly why, but I figured he didn’t need to know the details.He could see from the look in my eyes that I meant it when I said I was perfectly capable of handling this, and he deferred to me without a second thought.

" Find out any hideouts that he knows off, any allies Lombardi has who might be putting him up right now," he told me. "I’ll have men all over the city. As soon as you get any information we can use, I’ll send them out to get Lombardi. Then we’ll bring him in and get him under control."

I nodded curtly. I didn’t need any more encouragement. We were so close to finishing Lombardi for good. Just one more move, and he would be done. Shit, he was already on the ropes now, with his compound cleared out and his men gone. He was on the run, and he knew we had him right where we wanted him...

Now, it was just a matter of bringing this to an end. Once and for all. Leaving no room for him to fight back.

I grabbed Olivio’s collar once more and yanked him to me, glowering into his eyes. I could see the terror written all over his face, but it wasn’t enough – I needed more.

"You know who I am, don’t you?" I murmured to him. I noticed he walked with a limp when he arrived here, a sure sign that everything I did to him was still fresh in his mind. It gave me some twisted relief to know that he didn’t spend a day without remembering it, without remembering the extent I went to, to make him pay.

He nodded, slowly, as though he wished he had any other answer for me. I grinned at him, feeling like a shark, cutting through the water – ready to take out my prey.

"And you know what I did to you last time," I reminded him, as I grasped his leg roughly, landing a hit below his knee. He winced again and nodded.

"If you think I’m going to let you walk away without giving me what I want," I continued. "You’ve got another thing coming. So, come on. Tell me what we need to know. And you can leave."

His eyes slid to the door. I could tell he wasn’t certain if he could believe me, but I was willing to do what I could to convince him.

"Think about it," I told him. "A life after Lombardi. That’s what you want, isn’t it?"

He nodded, slowly. I didn’t know if the exhaustion from the hours of beating was finally getting to him, or if he was just that much of a spineless fucking coward. I wouldn’t have put either past him.

"Then we want the same thing," I pointed out. "We can make this work, Olivio, I know we can. You just have to tell me where he’s hiding. That’s all we need from you."

He gritted his teeth, trying to muster whatever bare ounce of strength he might have left in him.

"What do I get out of it?”

I almost laughed when he said that. As though he was in any place, any place at all, to sit there and strike a bargain. I caught him by the hair, yanking it back, drawing a yelp of pain from between his lips.

"You get to live," I replied. "You get to walk out of here with your life."

"And if I don’t?”

I reached for the gun at my side and pressed it into his gut.

"Then this time, I won’t let you walk out with a bullet in your leg," I murmured. "I’ll put this thing in your mouth and paint the walls with your fucking brains."

The blood – what was left of it, – drained from his face. He could tell I was serious. The rage was boiling inside of me, so intense it almost threatened to overtake me completely. But I knew I was getting close – edging, slowly, to him finally giving me what I needed. Just a little further, just a little more, and I would have it.

"And if I give you what you want...I walk?" he asked me. I nodded. It was a fucking lie, of course it was, but if it was what it took for him to give us what we needed, then so be it.

"I’m a man of my word, Olivio," I replied. "I think everyone deserves a second chance. Even after what you did."

I spat that part out. I couldn’t believe I even had to play it like this, but I knew it was for the best. Just let him think there was a chance he could get out of this, and he would take that glimmer of hope and...

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