Page 49 of Bleed
“Done what Damien?”
“Don’t play stupid with me. You’re not dumb. Why did you have to call Sal?”
The look of panic on his greasy face tells me he knows exactly where this is going to go. Somewhere I don’t want it to have to, because of his girls, but I can’t let it go. He sold me out by giving Salvatore the info on Dani, even if he didn’t know he was doing it directly.
“You can’t.” He says, holding his hands up, backing away from me, almost falling into the open pit in I the garage floor. “I have my girls.”
“And you should have thought of them before you made that call.” I say, looking over to the tool box next to the bike, finding what I can use on him to send a message.
A quick stab with poison, or a slash to the throat isn’t going to tell anyone who sees his body what betraying me does. It’s not brutal enough.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
“Damien, please no, buddy.” Jimmy begs me, his lip quivering, his legs shaking.
He knows who I am. He’s always known. From the first time I had to bring a bike to him to be fixed after running someone over with it.
He knows I’m a cold-blooded killer and hit man, and now he’s sealed his fate by putting out a contract on himself, going behind my back, and making one stupid phone call.
“Awww Jimmy, why man?” I ask him, stepping closer to him while grabbing a bike chain attached to a sprocket gear off the top of the tool box.
“W…what are you…” He stumbles to say as he backs away another step, his panic starting to turn into mortification at the sight of the makeshift weapon in my hands.
“You know what I’m going to do. I’m making your daughters orphans, but Jimmy, you did this to yourself.”
“No Damien, no.” He pleads with me, a wet stain appearing on the front of his coveralls as he pisses himself in utter fear of his life.
“Sorry man.”
It’s barbaric the way I swing the chain, striking out at him with the metal sprocket. Like a blade from a table saw, the metal teeth spin as I throw it in his direction.
The first throw misses and the blade-like piece falls to the floor with a loud clanging sound, then scrapes across the cement as I drag it back to me by the chain.
“Damien…No. Please God, no.”
The second try catches him in the throat, the serrated edge of the sprocket slicing jaggedly into his skin, ripping it open. He grabs at his neck as I pull back on the chain, the sharp metal cutting his hands as I give it a hard yank.
Blood spurts from his neck and he gurgles a wet, frothy sound as he bends forward, his neck becoming a waterfall of crimson. It’s not enough though, he needs to suffer more, to show anyone else that you do not fuck with me, especially when it comes to the woman I love and her safety.
“Poor Jimmy.” I say, clicking my tongue as I pull the sprocket back and whip it at him again.
This time, with him bent forward, the blade hits him in the top of the head, its steel teeth sinking through his scalp and into his skull with a gross cracking noise of metal breaking bone. He screams in what must be excruciating pain, his hands not knowing what to hold, his throat or his head.
I pull back again and again, swinging, hitting, and retrieving, until his head, face, and torso are full of the shredded cuts and breaks from it. His blood splatters on the walls, floor, and across my clothes and skin as I continue whipping him.
It’s kind of fitting I guess. He lived by the parts of vehicles and now he dies from them too.
Poor Jimmy. Poor little girls.
The final throw of the sprocket lands on his mid chest as he drops to his knees, his body rigid with shock. It digs deep into the flesh, and when I snap the chain back towards me, it rips a rib out with it, opening up his torso, removing the skin in a large sheet as it gets stuck on the bone and peels away.
“Degloved by bike parts. That’s a new one.” I sigh to myself as I chuck the weapon on the floor, the chunk of skin still stuck to the teeth of the sprocket, the chain dripping blood and pieces of flesh onto the floor.
He’s a pile of exsanguinated and mutilated flesh and bone on the floor of his shop, dripping what’s left in his corpse into the pit below.
With a kick of my riding booted foot, I roll his body down off the edge of the floor and into the pit. He lands with a thump and a squelch before I flick the switch on the wall to lower the lift above it.
