Page 27 of The Silencer

If he heard any cries, it was Tatum coming all across my desk.

I run my dried cum-stained hand across my chest and arch an eyebrow at my friend.

“Sebastian LeClerc gives his regards, by the way,” he says.

I ignore this and just tilt my head toward the darkness. Sebastian, the infamous assassin and hacker, can wait. The favors I owe him. And I know he always collects.

“Viktor said there was trouble with seven.”

“Fuck if I know what’s going on. I just got here. But let’s go take a look, shall we?”

We make our way down the corridors, my eyes shifting to the doors that have been welded shut every few feet.

Bones. So many bones hidden beneath my property.

Bodies.

Victims, though not innocent.

People who sought to destroy me and the things I love.

They’ve found their graves beneath me, never to escape. I made sure of it.

Moans and screams meet our ears as we turn a corner. The only ones who know how to traverse these passages are me and my most trusted employees. Only a select few out of many. Most aren’t allowed down here, and if they did come down here, they would surely get lost. Luca is familiar with this place though. He helped me map these out.

“Sounds really fucking miserable down here,” he murmurs, taking another puff of his cigarette. “I mean, really, can’t you put them in soundproof rooms? You know I wanted that in the beginning, but you were such a little shit about it. I wanna hear them scream.”

I ignore him. This isn’t the first time he’s complained about this.

This isn’t supposed to be a pleasant getaway for the people who die down here. It’s supposed to be hell. They’re supposed to hear each other and want to end it.

When we turn another corner, the screams and moans become louder. Seems that Bane is having far too much fun. He never was quite right in the head. But then again, that’s why I hired him all those years ago. Well, actually, hired is a strong term. He just showed up one day and never left.

“Honestly, we need to get Bane a girlfriend,” Luca says when we hear a maniacal laugh and the whirl of an electric saw.

“What if he doesn’t like girls?”

“Fine. A boyfriend then. He just needs to get his dick wet, Anthony. He’s fucking nuts.”

“Someone has to do it,” I reply when we come to a stop in front of a man of indiscernible age wearing goggles and an apron, his entire body and face covered in blood.

“Hey, guys!” he says with a grin, the man before him writhing in pain. I glance down and see that he’s missing an ear and part of his leg.

Seems he deserved it. This one touched Tatum.

“You should really wear more protection,” Luca says, but Bane just shrugs him off.

“I mean, I could,” he says with a snort. “But I can’t be bothered.”

He pulls the goggles up and his hair stands up from the force of it. He can’t be more than twenty-five. Or maybe he’s thirty-five. He could be sixty, and I honestly wouldn’t know. No one does. He’s a mystery. I’m careful to vet all my men, but Bane’s past was completely wiped clean.

I still trust him though. Mostly.

He’s a psycho, and that’s exactly the role I needed filled.

And he does a great job taking people apart. Piece by piece.

Luca snorts and takes a long drag of his cigarette before eyeing the man, who is sobbing before us. Disgusting really.

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