Page 70 of The Silencer

"Having fun," Jer replies, laughing.

There’s plastic wrap on the grass, and the woodchipper is turned on and ready.He’s changed into overalls, ready and waiting to take this bastard to the depths of Hell.

"You can't do this," he sputters, struggling against our grip."Do you have any idea who I am?Who I'm connected to?"

I yank him closer, my voice low and menacing in his ear."We know exactly who you are, Bill.That's why you're here."

Jer approaches, his expression grim."Last chance, Harrington.Tell us everything you know about the Syndicate's operations, and maybe we'll consider making this quick."

William's eyes dart between us, desperation clear on his face."I-I don't know anything!It was all Trace's doing, I swear!"

"Wrong answer," I growl, nodding to Stephen.“Blaming your son is a fucked up thing to do, asshole.”

The smile Stephen has is as sadistic as the glint in his eye as he pulls William from me and slings him over his shoulder."Oh, we're going to have some fun with this one."

As Stephen starts to walk toward the woodchipper, William's screams echo across the empty field.

"Alright, alright!"he cries."I'll tell you everything.Just...please...don’t do that."

I share a look with Jer, who nods grimly.Stephen throws William down at his feet and the fucker starts to sing like a damn canary.

“It was Trace,” he says thickly.“He’s pissed off that his wife keeps coming back here.She’s his and he doesn’t want anyone to harm her.”

I call bullshit.There’s no fucking way that’s it.“Who’s his wife?”

Bill shakes his head, his mouth snapping shut.“She’s sweet, kind, pretty, but she’s afraid of leaving everything behind.Trace wants her with him and he’s pissed.”

This doesn’t make sense.You wouldn’t go to war over this shit.I turn to Jer and raise a brow.Surely he doesn’t believe this crap?Jer shakes his head.Yeah, he doesn’t believe this shit either.

“That it?”Stephen snaps.“That all you got?”

“He’s gone,” he cries.“My boy is gone and it’s all your fault.You killed him.”

I laugh.“Fuck that.If we killed that cunt, we’d tell you, but it wasn’t us.Seems as though you’ve got more than just us as enemies.Now, as Stephen said, is that all you got?”

“I’m losing my patience,” Jer hisses.“Start talking—truthfully this time or Stephen will get to do what he’s been dying to do for a long time.”

Bill juts his chin out.“You bastards think you’re the best?You’re not, nowhere near.Trace wanted power, all of it.He had plans to take over your organizations.”

“How?”I bark.

“Killing the leaders and sending our men in to kill anyone who doesn’t align with us.”He shrugs his shoulders.“It’s how my father got us to where we are.You show your worth, show your strength, and the men will follow you.”

Fucking cunts.

“You did all this for power?”Jer asks, and I can hear the disbelief in his voice.“Didn’t work out for you so much, did it?You lost that prick of a son of yours, and now look at you—crying at our feet.”

“Fuck you,” Bill hisses at Jer, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Bill," I say coldly."You've been most helpful."

His eyes widen in terror as he realizes his fate is sealed."No, wait?—"

Stephen’s done waiting.He lifts him up and pushes him into the woodchipper.The blades whirl harder as they start to grind against William’s bones.The cunt’s screams are loud and filled with pain and fear.

It’s soothing to listen to.When I kill, I do it from long range.I don’t get to get up close and personal the majority of the time.Hearing the screams from this bastard is like music to my ears.

The screams eventually fade as he succumbs to his injuries.It takes a while before his body is crushed and churned into nothingness.

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