Page 69 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“You know they don’t fucking care who we are. Shut the fuck up!” the older man snarls, watching all of us closely.
Pretty Boy punches the man in the stomach, causing his feet to collapse out from under him. I smirk, knowing it’s only a small piece of what they did to my woman. Slowly, we make our way down the hall to the room where the gurneys are set up. Riley’s brother starts fighting Torch, and Razor’s hold on him. Turning back to them, I punch the man in the face, being sure to hit the place that would cause him to pass out. He goes limp in their arms, and they continue to drag Riley’s brother down the hall. I push the door open to the one large room in the basement, revealing the two gurneys.
“What the fuck, Flyboy?” Razor questions, looking surprised.
“It’s all a part of the plan. Just get them up and on them. There are straps to go around their wrists, upper arms, thighs, ankles, and over their chest,” I advise them.
When the older man is brought through the door, fear finally takes a hold of him. The man starts fighting in Pretty Boy and Smith’s holds.
“You’ve lost your fucking minds if you think I’m going to allow you to strap me down. Just fucking kill me now!” the older man screams.
Mouth Peace slowly makes his way over to the man, stating, “That fear that’s coursing through you is only a fraction of what you put Riley, and who knows how many other women through. Now, we’re going to teach you what that kind of fear is really about.”
When he reaches him, his hand snaps out so fast, that it’s like a snake, grabbing him around his throat and choking off any rebuttal. “You’re going to shut the fuck up and get on that bed. If not, I’m going to cut your fucking tongue out and then knock you out so that when you wake up, you’re strapped to that bed without a tongue. You get one choice.”
The man starts turning purple before nodding. Mouth Peace lets him go, patting him on the cheek as he steps aside to allow the three men to pass him. Pretty Boy and Smith lay him out on the gurney as I step up, getting Riley’s brother ready so I can begin the activities. Pulling a knife out, I slice his shirt open just as he comes to.
He starts fighting the binds holding him down.
“You’re all fucking dead. My father is going to come for me. You stupid fucks have no idea what the fuck you’ve done!” Riley’s brother screams.
Turning away from him, I put on a pair of gloves and pick up a sheet of heart monitor leads.
“Do you really think, that after everything that you’ve done, that we’d really care what you’ve got to say?” I mumble as I place the leads.
“Are you assholes fucking serious? This is over a piece of ass? Not one, but two fucking whores that aren’t good for anything but the holes on their body?” the stupid fucker sneers.
Before I can say anything, Pretty Boy is on the man, unleashing blow after blow. The hits are landing anywhere he can reach. I let that go on for a few moments before waving for a brother to pull him off the man. Coin comes up, wrapping a hand around his chest, pulling him away, whispering in his ear so that no one can hear.
“So, that’s what’s about to happen?” the other man asks.
Turning, I go over to him cutting his shirt like I did Riley’s brother. “Whatexactlydo you think is about to happen?”
“You boys are about to beat the shit out of us until we either tell you the information you want, or we die,” he states, so matter-a-factly that I wonder if this isn’t the first time he’s been here.
“You’re here because you’ve done unscrupulous things, and it’s time to pay the penance for those past sins.” I shrug as if it’s no big deal.
I place the heart monitor pads on his chest and connect the leads. Once they’re connected, I place the oxygen monitor on his finger and the blood pressure cuff on his arm. Reaching over, I switch on the screen that will give me all the information I need to make this plan move forward. After about ten minutes, I’ll have a good baseline so I know exactly how far I can allow things to go. Pretty Boy must not have broken Riley’s brother’s jaw, because as soon as he is awake again, he is back spewing shit.
“You stupid asshole, you broke my fucking nose all over what? Riley is damaged goods, and the bitch that got shot wasnothing more than in the motherfucking way. Just give us back what we came for and we'll be out of your territory immediately.”
Stomping my way over to the side of the gurney, getting into his face, I growl, “There is no returning anything to you. Riley is not yours. She isn’t just some possession to hand over. That woman is mine.”
Riley’s brother shocks me when he bursts out laughing. “You wanther? She is used up and broken. She can’t even have kids. She’s fucking useless.”
His words are like a punch to my soul. Riley isn’t broken, used up, or even slightly damaged. She is perfect, and everything I could’ve ever asked for. These men don’t deserve a quick trip to hell, no, we’re going to make this long and slow.
“I guess sloppy seconds is what I like. Now, I hope you enjoy this slow train to hell. The amount of fear and distress will never compare to what she felt when you did anything but protect her.” I lash out, being sure to apply pressure to points I know will cause him great pain.
Once I’ve got Riley’s brother all connected to the monitors, I turn and walk back to the older man, getting ready to start his I.V. Once it’s started, I start some fluids. I go back to her brother to do the very same thing. Just as I slide the needle into his arm, he starts trying to thrash and scream any and everything he can to try and break free. In less than twenty minutes, I’ve got both men strapped and I.V.s started when I step back to steady myself.
“You got this, man? I can do this, so you don’t have to be the one who does it,” Mouth Peace states in a near whisper as we start getting needles and doses together for the next part of my plan.
“I’ve got this,” I announce. “Let’s get it fucking done and over with so I can get back to my woman so she doesn’t have to worry ever again.”
The door to the room opens, and in steps one of the two prospects that went on the retrieval mission. He comes through the door, breathing heavily.
“What the fuck are you doing? We left your ass at the fucking gate,” Razor snaps, not pleased to see him.
