Page 51 of New Beginnings
Without hesitating, I plunged the knife into his thigh, feeling the resistance of flesh. As I dragged the knife down the entire length of his thigh, his screams echoed through the room. Nobody could hear him, no matter how loudly he screamed.
He thrashed in the chair he was tied to and pulled at his restraints from the pain. The stab wound wasn’t too deep. Although he wouldn’t bleed to death, the pain would be a bitch.
“Tell me what you know, Abrams.”
The pain and anguish of his cries and on his face only pushed me so I could see and hear more of his suffering. He didn’t care about the pain and anguish of my wife. And nobody in this room cared about his.
I didn’t give him time to answer. I stabbed him in the other thigh, twisted the knife, then drug it down the entire length of his other thigh, stopping right above his knee.
“He’s squealing like a pig now, ain’t he boys?”
“Fuck you,” Detective Abrams sneered through his clenched bloody teeth. His grin widened then his spit landed on my face. “Fuck you!” he said, laughing harder. “And fuck your dead wife.”
I was willing to do this, no matter how long it took, just to get some answers from him. After wiping his spit from my face, I gripped his index finger and positioned it on the arm of the chair he was bound to. With a swift motion, I severed it, and it dropped to the floor. I clutched his middle finger and extended it until it was straight. I positioned the knife against his ring finger, slicing through flesh and bone until it tumbled to the ground.
“I can do this shit all day long, Abrams. Tell me what I want to know.”
His head wobbled and fell forward. I pushed his head back, but he was out like a light.
“Hannibal bring her in. So, when he wakes up, he’ll have a little surprise.”
“Who is it?” Demon asked.
“His wife.”
He nodded and propped himself back against the wall. I knew he wouldn’t question me because when it came to family, Demon didn’t care how we protected them as long as they were protected. When Kira was kidnapped, he killed a woman in front of her son because he had information. He poured gasoline over her body and set her on fire all while her son watched a video feed of it. So, I knew he wouldn’t step in.
“Let me go!” she screamed, trying to get out of Hannibal’s grip.
Schizo snatched her while she was leaving a small boutique about an hour ago. The annoyance etched on Hannibal’s face was so comical that it was hard to suppress a chuckle. Her hands were tightly bound in front of her, rendering her unable to move freely and she was blindfolded.
“My husband’s a detective and he’ll find you! Let me go!”
She continued to try to get away from Hannibal.
“Tie her to a chair, Hannibal.”
With a firm hand, he directed her towards the chair I had positioned in front of her husband.
“No! Let me go!”
“That will not happen,” I said as Hannibal forced her into the seat and tied her arms and legs to the chair then I pulled her blindfold off. “There are some things your husband needs to atone for.”
“Oh my god!” she screamed when her eyes landed on her husband. “Sean! Sean!”
A burst of laughter escaped my lips. “I’m sorry, he can’t hear you right now, but in a few minutes all he’s gonna hear is your screams.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “What do you want? Money? I can get you whatever you want?”
I crouched beside her, and she looked me in the eye. “What he took from me can’t be replaced with money. But he can give me information.”
“What... what did he take from you?” she asked.
The contrast was striking as her pale skin became streaked with dark smudges. Her lipstick was smeared across her cheek, leaving a vibrant, red stain. I was pretty sure she was the type of woman who wouldn’t be caught dead stepping out of her house looking disheveled like she did.
I stood. “Something I can never get back.”
“Hannibal wake the detective up. We have more things to discuss.”
