Page 16 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“You two talk too much. Are we going in to get these fuckers or what?” I say, impatient to get this shit going. I have a lot of energy I need to get out of my system.

“Just a heads up, while we were waiting for you, Dima called to say that the brother is not here. He’s moved to another location, so it’s just the two guards,” Jules says.

That means more fun for me interrogating them on his whereabouts. Nice.

“Si, you got the syringes ready?” Jules asks as he pulls out onto the road and parks up outside the small property where our victims are hiding.

“Yep, I just need you two to get a hold of the guys so I can administer the sedative. We need to be in and out quickly so nobody sees us,” Si says.

“Don't worry about that. We just need to hold them up as we walk out. They’ll just look like a couple of drunks like most of the fuckers around here are,” I say, confident this will be easy.

“Good. We ready?” Jules asks, and we both nod in agreement.

“Let's go,” Jules says, and we all jump out of the car, ready to get this shit done.

12

IVAN

We receive a text from Carlos, with the location address he wants the traitors taken to, and make our way over there with the two dipshits tied up in the trunk. That was the easiest retrieval I've ever been a part of. The two dumbasses were both asleep in the living room when we broke into the back of the property, bottles of alcohol strewn over the kitchen. These guys are either really fucking dumb, or wanted to get caught.

“How far away is the location?” Si asks Jules, who is driving us out of the depressing suburbs.

“Thirty five minutes. Carlos and his men are already there with Dima.”

“D is there?” I ask surprised as I thought Lev would be the one to oversee this.

“Yeah. Aaron had an episode and attacked a patron at the bar where he was helping Seb. That guy is a loose cannon,” Jules says.

“I like him. Maybe he should do some of the dirty work we do, it might help him,” I say, and it's something I’ve mentioned to Lev. They told me what happened to Aaron and the guy needs an outlet. He’s a fucked up mess and needs somewhere to aim the anger. Fuck knows why Lev hasn’t allowed it. They’d have a great time together.

“That’ll never happen,” Jules says, and I know he’s right.

Conversation dies out and I let my mind drift away from the confinement of the car. I lean my head back onto the headrest and watch the world continuing to live on the streets that surround me as we drive further out of the city. The sky becomes darker, all the signs that rain is about to join us. I smile at its timing. Setting the mood for what no doubt will be hours of pain for the fuckers in the trunk. Maybe the rain will wash away all our sins. Not that I care. I know where I’m going after death if any of that hell and heaven actually exist. But I don’t mind. I prefer the warmth of fire than having to beg for forgiveness. I’m at peace with my life and never have felt guilt or regret. Besides, being an angel of good sounds fucking boring. I’d prefer to be a tormentor of the devil, at least it would be entertaining.

Speaking of angels, I remove my phone from my jacket and message Ty, hoping to frazzle his brain before he leaves work for the day. I want to make sure I’m on his mind for the rest of the evening.

I: You never did tell me earlier. How many men have you been with?

Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long for a response. I can just picture Ty in his office all wound up and enraged by my question.

Ty

What is wrong with you? I told you, I’m not discussing my personal life with you and I’m not gay.

Ivan

I know. You’re bi. How many men, Ty?

Ty

Fuck you.

Ivan

I can make that happen. But I’ll be fucking you, Ty.

Ty

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