“You hurt them and I’ll fucking kill you,” I vowed. “I’ll slice and dice you motherfucker.
“That’s a lovely idea,” he enthused. “In fact, that is exactly what I will do to your doped up vice president and the pretty little blonde with the great tits. Slice and dice. I think I’ll start with the girl, I’ll fuck her with the blade of my knife.”
I closed my eyes but quickly opened them when I saw her face, saw her eyes pleading with mine.
“What do you want?”
“Now that’s what I like to hear,” he chuckled, before disconnecting the call.
“Hello? Hello?” I squeezed the phone in my hand and clenched my jaw. I was going to kill Jimmy Gold. I would torture the motherfucker and when he begged for his life I would fuck him in the ass with the blade ofhisknife—after I used it to cut his fingers off like he did my brother. Maybe I’d light him on fire for the grand finale. Either way, I was going to kill him slowly, making sure he suffered for all his sins.
Because my maker told me so.