Page 69 of Deadly Aloha
The two men glanced at each other. The man with the dagger in his shoulder slowly turned his gaze back to me. “What do you want to know?”
“Let’s start with how many of you are here on the islands?”
“We used to be about three dozen, I think. We were supposed to have more, but they never sent them. After you attacked us at the storage yard and then again at the laundromat, the rest of us moved to a different island. We didn’t think Oahu was safe anymore.” He pronounced my island like “ow-wa-hoo” instead of “oh-AH-oo”.Haoles.
I gave Tommy an exasperated look before I said, “Which still doesn’t tell me how many of you are on my islands. Toss him in,” I ordered Spirit.
As Spirit stepped forward, the man started shouting, “Wait! Wait! Eleven! There were only eleven of us left!”
Spirit checked with me and I nodded to wait. I looked back to the Bloody Scorpion. “Why did only seven of you come to my home?”
“The others. They stayed behind to…” He looked at his companion, who was glaring daggers at him, before continuing, “To guard the shipment.”
“What shipment?”
“We lost a part of our shipment when you raided the laundromat, but we still had some and we bought more. We’ve slowly been cutting it and starting to distribute it.”
Fuck. We hadn’t gotten it all. Though the practical part of me knew that we wouldneverget it all. There would always be those willing to sell and willing to use drugs.
“There weren’t any drugs when I checked the warehouse, Prez,” Spirit told me.
I nodded slowly. “Take some fingers,” I told my men. When the man looked at me in horror, like I’d betrayed him, as Lucifer and Spirit approached him, I calmly explained, “For making me repeat myself. Next time, it’ll be your balls.”
I hadto hand it to the guy. For being a midlevel thug, he knew quite a lot. He was able to give me the address of the place where the Bloody Scorpions hid their drug supply. He knew the names of the other members of his clubandtheir new dealers. Too bad Saga wasn’t here. Tommy had to eventually start taking notes so we didn’t forget anything. He also told us when their next supply was coming in.
What he didn’t know was who their supplier was or why they’d attacked my home tonight.
“We were ordered to take you out! I swear, that’s all I know,” he insisted, his bloody hands now bound in front of him. Spirit had taken both of his thumbs and threw them into thewoodchipper for failing to answer my initial question. “I can’t tell you what I don’t know!” He kept going, eyeing the bright yellow machine like it was the door to Hell itself. “Please. That’s everything!”
I watched the man for a moment, making him sweat. “If you were ordered to take me out, why was I tranquilized?”
“I don’t know,” he gasped out, shaking his head. “That was all Lewis!”
I looked to the other man. “I take it, you’re Lewis?”
He didn’t nod or shake his head. He just glared at me over his gag.
I nodded my head slowly. “Very well. Now, is there anything else you can think of to tell me? Anything at all that could convince me to spare your life?”
The man frantically thought for a moment. “The… The Black Market Railroad. We were supplying them women. They were our first supplier of H.”
“I already knew that.”
He started to hyperventilate. It didn’t surprise me that thinking was so hard for the guy.
I decided to help him along. Mainly because the sun was coming up, not because I cared if he lived or died. “Do you know thenameof your contact in the organization?”
The man’s eyes lit up like I’d just handed him the map to the Fountain of Youth. “Denis Baranov! His name is Denis Baranov.”
I gave him a nod of thanks before turning to his companion. “Aloha, Lewis. Now, same rules apply. For every question you deny me, my man will cut off a piece of you and feed you through the woodchipper bit by bit."
Spirit walked up to him and undid his gag.
“Why did you target my house?”
He remained silent, his jaw clamped shut. Spirit took his right big toe.
“Why did you target my house?”
