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As the man was waking up, both Ethan and Gene crouched down in front of him.
“Hey, Truck. Remember us?” Ethan asked as the man blinked to get his bearings.
As soon as it registered, he closed his mouth.
“I guess he’s not happy to see us,” Gene admitted. “Man, and here I was, expecting him to be excited. Almost as excited as he was when he was raping a cop.”
Ethan cued up the video, and showed him. In it, he was clearly visible assaulting Corbin.
Then, Ethan scrolled ahead, and they found the part where he branded Corbin.
Twice.
The man said nothing still, and Gene was done fucking around. With each time he had to watch that video, he wanted to do two things.
Puke.
And kill.
Unluckily for Truck, he was in some serious shit and with two people who were sanctioned by their boss to clean up this shitmess.
That didn’t bode well for the five men at all.
“Your best bet is to talk,” Ethan said.
Only, Truck spit at him, just missing his face.
“Fuck you, pig!” he said. “I ain’t saying shit. That man wanted sex. That was his fantasy.”
There was a deep, low growl from in Gene’s belly, signaling he was not amused by this man and his antics. Was this the game he wanted to play?
Really?
Gene was ready to play then, but this man was going to regret what he did, and what he said.
Mark.
His.
Words.
Heading into the kitchen, Gene found a lighter by a pack of cigarettes. When he came back in, Ethan had his booted foot on the man’s junk, in case he decided to get spicy.
Oh, and his gun pointed at his head.
Scratch that.
It was pressed to his head, and his partner’s finger was poised on the trigger—ready to do the job.
“I know how to make him talk,” Gene said.
Then, he began heating up the ring that he’d taken off of Truck’s finger. The whole time, the man was sweating.
Oh, well, it was about to get worse.
Ethan gave him one last chance.
