Page 50 of Villainous Kingpin
Glancing around, fresh blood covered the concrete floor. It looked like Priest already took a liking to one because he was in a rough shape.
The other guy’s eyes twitched with fucking terror. It worked well when they got to witness the torture of their fellow accomplice.
“Anything on the reason why they were following me?” I asked Priest.
Priest gripped the throat of the man he had beaten close to death and jerked him up, choking him.
“Tell him what you told me,” he ordered.
“Looking for the lost princess,” he muttered in his thick accent.
I cocked my eyebrow. “I hate to tell you. I’m not a princess. I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
Rolling up my sleeves, I approached him and stared down at one then the other. The guy that Priest tortured fainted, or maybe died, I had no fucking idea but the other shook with fear wide in his eyes.
“Tell me, comrade,” I smiled darkly as I brought my face close to his. “Why is Bratva following me?”
He attempted to spit on me, despite the clear fear coloring his expression. “Do your worst. I’ll never betray our Pakhan.”
I straightened and reached for the knife on the little table. “Before you die, you’ll tell me everything.”
My fingers on the knife tightened, then brought it down to his pinky, cutting through bone and flesh. His screams were music to my ears. I didn’t stop there. I moved onto the next finger, then the next. His pussy screams echoed through the basement’s concrete walls.
“I didn’t know you were an opera singer,” Priest remarked. “Lousy as shit but still.”
All his fingers cut off, I asked again, “Why were you following me?”
“Fuck you.” Idiot.
Grinning wide, I flipped the knife through the air. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Before he could blink, I shoved the knife into his gut and turned it sharply. His face turned ashen and his eyes rolled in the back of his head, while he roared in agony.
“No, no,” he cried. “Please.”
Fucker finally came around. “Now you’re coming around.”
“I don’t know anything,” he claimed, whimpering like a coward.
It took two hours and twenty-five minutes and a whole lot of spilled blood to break the whimpering Russian asshole. At this point, I was covered in blood from head to toe. I was taking Wynter out to dinner and I didn’t have much time left for this fucker.
I leaned closer to him and growled, his stench invading my senses.
“Tell me again why you’re following me.”
The blade of my knife pressed against his eye socket and I didn’t hold back.
He whimpered. “We’re looking for the lost mafia princess.”
“What’s her name?” I demanded to know.
“I don’t know,” he cried. “They’ll kill me.”
“What do you think I’ll do to you?” I questioned with a smile as I pressed the tip of the knife harder into his temple.
“We were given this location and told to follow you and the woman with you,” he croaked. “That’s all I know.”
I rammed my blade into his eye and watched the light leave his eyes and end his miserable existence.
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