Page 100 of Sapphire's Gem
“Ask Blade not to kill me. I’ll take a beating, but don’t kill me. Just found out I’m gonna have a kid. Sapphire, I’m leaving life, turning shit around.”
“An admirable wish. Ring back in ten minutes.”
I cut the line and phoned Blade, explaining the situation.
“Lazarus thinks I’m going to kill him?” Blade chuckled amused.
“Yeah. What the hell did he do?”
“Laz gave bad info and nearly got my ass busted. A beatdown was planned but not burying him.”
“Seems we aren’t losing anything then other than the ten-k,” I replied.
“Give Lazarus double if the information pans out. The woman he’s shacking up with is a decent sort. Twenty thousand will help them move on. Rumour is she’s planning to leave the state, but I don’t know where. They’re both keeping shit quiet. I’ll pay the extra ten,” Blade said.
“Other than the slip-up, Lazarus is a good snitch?”
“Are they ever good? Lazarus is a shame to lose because apart from that one fuck-up he’s been damn reliable,” Blade responded.
“No probs. Man’s got a kid coming. I’ll give him a farewell package.”
“Okay, Pres, but Lazarus doesn’t get it until I get my pound of flesh. I’ll ride for the club now,” Blade said.
“No probs, see you soon.”
Less than five minutes later, Lazarus called back. After swearing Blade wouldn’t kill him but would beat his ass blackand blue, he gave up the address. I told Lazarus to contact Blade; she’d dish out a beating but would also pay him. I didn’t mention the extra money, because hey, it would be a balm to his broken and bruised ass.
Ready to act, I sent an alert out to Vengeance, Storm, Heart, Dagger, Maid, Poker, Nun, and Stitch. It was obvious why I’d picked them. Storm could tell if they lied. Dagger, Nun, Blade all enjoyed torturing people. Heart could cause immense pain without even cutting them. Poker had the right to be there as it was her they attacked, and Stitch could keep them alive while we got the information we wanted. These fuckers were going to pay.
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“Any idea what this is?” Poker asked, holding up an item.
The gangbanger Poker was pounding on stared back with blackening eyes.
“Fuck you,” he slurred. Poker grinned and smashed him across the knees with an iron poker. She had a customised one, a poker with sharp little spikes adorning it. A nasty surprise for those on the receiving end.
“This is a Pepper X. So hot it can cause agonising burning. Note how I’m using gloves to hold it. Pepper X has an extremely high capsaicin concentration, which causes pain receptors in the skin to suffer intense heat and severe pain. Let me show you.” Poker smiled. Ouch, I just about hid a wince. This would make the fucker scream.
Poker picked up a knife and cut into it and sliced a piece off. She slammed it onto the guy’s chest and dragged it down. He screamed within seconds. Babble flowed as he begged Poker to remove it. When she did, his skin was red and swelling.
“Let’s try here,” Poker said. With an evil smirk, she placed a slice on an open wound and taped it into place.
Screams rebounded off the walls as his three friends watched in horror.
“Imagine this touching your eyes, mouth, cock, or asshole.”
Oh, that even made me pinch my butt cheeks together.
“I’ve heard of cases where people have touched their eyes and blinded themselves.”
I knew exactly where Poker was going.
“You put the boot in on Romeo when he was down,” Poker hissed. She stepped up to a guy who was trying to pull away and rubbed the pepper in his eyes. It didn’t take a second before he was screaming too.
“And you attacked me with a crowbar,” she snapped at the third. “Nun, bend him over.”
The guy begged and pleaded as Nun lashed him to the table and ripped his pants off. We all laughed at his pathetic cock as Nun pried his ass cheeks apart. None of us could help but wince as Poker picked up a small bottle of sauce.
