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his men to check the breaker. He only takes one step before Venom drops him. I line up the others in my scope and take them out before Briggs can finish asking what’s going on.
“Tek, let there be light.”
He cuts the lights back on and I rise to my feet, moving toward Briggs with my gun pointed at him.
“Hands where I can see ‘em,” I tell him.
He does as he’s told but has a condescending smirk on his face. I can’t wait to get my hands on him. Venom pats him down, taking a Desert Eagle from a shoulder holster.
“I want my lawyer,” he states as I place my gun and goggles on a nearby table.
“You think we’re cops?” I ask. “Think again.” I get in his face and pull my bandana down so he can see mine. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
All the guys are gathered now and Briggs looks around nervously. Razor pulls cable ties from his pocket while Crow grabs a chair. As they tie him down, Briggs starts rambling about us not knowing who he is and what he can do to us. I remove my gloves, take a look at Raven’s name on my knuckles, and then punch him in the mouth to shut him up. It works.
“Search the place,” I tell Tek and Motor.
Briggs watches quietly as I pull up a chair and sit in front of him. “Do you know who I am?”
He takes a good look at me, but I don’t see recognition in his eyes.
“I have no idea,” he answers, spitting blood on the floor.
“Doesn’t matter. Dutch Wife...that’s your product, right?”
“Aah.” He smiles, licking his busted lip. “My pride and joy. Took me years to perfect that one. If you’re looking for a distribution deal, this isn’t the way I do business.”
“Not looking to do business, asshole. I need information.”
“Why would I tell you anything?”
I pull my knife from the holster on my ankle and inspect the blade. I’m dying to see his blood dripping from it. “Oh, I can be very persuasive.”
“I don’t even know you. What kind of information can I possibly give you?”
“Stony View,” I say. “Who distributes for you around there?”
“Never heard of it. I don’t do small towns,” he regards me with a sneer. “Small money.”
“Okay. Who distributes for you in Atlanta?”
He doesn’t answer, just stares at me like he’s bored or I’m an inconvenience. I lean in and show him the blade of my knife. “Notice anything about it?”
“It’s a knife.” He shrugs.
“Not big or sharp. No good for cutting, slicing...but does a hell of a job when I need to poke holes into things...people.”
He swallows hard but doesn’t make a sound. That is until I sink the blade into his thigh with all the strength I can muster. He squeals like the pig he is. “Feel like talking yet?” I ask as I twist the blade.
“Motherfucker!” he shouts.
“No?” I pull the knife out and slam it into his other thigh. He howls in pain but still says nothing. No problem. I can do this all night. I stand and show him my knuckles. “What does that say?”
“Raven?”
“Yeah. Raven.” His head snaps back at the first punch. By the third, I feel a few of his teeth give way. I stop counting after ten.
“Boss, found this.” I turn to Tek, breathing heavily, and watch as he approaches with a black briefcase.
“Can you open it?”
He inspects it then gives me a maniacal grin. “Sure. All I need is a thumbprint.”
“I like the way you think, Tek,” I reply, knowing exactly where he’s going with this.
“May I?” Razor inquires.
“Go ahead.” I gesture to Briggs.
Razor cuts the cable tie from one of Briggs’ hands and removes a pruning shear from his pocket. Briggs begins to squirm. I guess he can still see. For now.
“No. You can’t –”
His index finger is gone before he can finish his objection. He screams like a bitch this time. He’s crying now, tears running down his face.
“Oops. You said thumb, right?”
I chuckle at the expression on Razor’s face. Fucker enjoys this kind of thing.
“Move out
“Tek, let there be light.”
He cuts the lights back on and I rise to my feet, moving toward Briggs with my gun pointed at him.
“Hands where I can see ‘em,” I tell him.
He does as he’s told but has a condescending smirk on his face. I can’t wait to get my hands on him. Venom pats him down, taking a Desert Eagle from a shoulder holster.
“I want my lawyer,” he states as I place my gun and goggles on a nearby table.
“You think we’re cops?” I ask. “Think again.” I get in his face and pull my bandana down so he can see mine. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”
All the guys are gathered now and Briggs looks around nervously. Razor pulls cable ties from his pocket while Crow grabs a chair. As they tie him down, Briggs starts rambling about us not knowing who he is and what he can do to us. I remove my gloves, take a look at Raven’s name on my knuckles, and then punch him in the mouth to shut him up. It works.
“Search the place,” I tell Tek and Motor.
Briggs watches quietly as I pull up a chair and sit in front of him. “Do you know who I am?”
He takes a good look at me, but I don’t see recognition in his eyes.
“I have no idea,” he answers, spitting blood on the floor.
“Doesn’t matter. Dutch Wife...that’s your product, right?”
“Aah.” He smiles, licking his busted lip. “My pride and joy. Took me years to perfect that one. If you’re looking for a distribution deal, this isn’t the way I do business.”
“Not looking to do business, asshole. I need information.”
“Why would I tell you anything?”
I pull my knife from the holster on my ankle and inspect the blade. I’m dying to see his blood dripping from it. “Oh, I can be very persuasive.”
“I don’t even know you. What kind of information can I possibly give you?”
“Stony View,” I say. “Who distributes for you around there?”
“Never heard of it. I don’t do small towns,” he regards me with a sneer. “Small money.”
“Okay. Who distributes for you in Atlanta?”
He doesn’t answer, just stares at me like he’s bored or I’m an inconvenience. I lean in and show him the blade of my knife. “Notice anything about it?”
“It’s a knife.” He shrugs.
“Not big or sharp. No good for cutting, slicing...but does a hell of a job when I need to poke holes into things...people.”
He swallows hard but doesn’t make a sound. That is until I sink the blade into his thigh with all the strength I can muster. He squeals like the pig he is. “Feel like talking yet?” I ask as I twist the blade.
“Motherfucker!” he shouts.
“No?” I pull the knife out and slam it into his other thigh. He howls in pain but still says nothing. No problem. I can do this all night. I stand and show him my knuckles. “What does that say?”
“Raven?”
“Yeah. Raven.” His head snaps back at the first punch. By the third, I feel a few of his teeth give way. I stop counting after ten.
“Boss, found this.” I turn to Tek, breathing heavily, and watch as he approaches with a black briefcase.
“Can you open it?”
He inspects it then gives me a maniacal grin. “Sure. All I need is a thumbprint.”
“I like the way you think, Tek,” I reply, knowing exactly where he’s going with this.
“May I?” Razor inquires.
“Go ahead.” I gesture to Briggs.
Razor cuts the cable tie from one of Briggs’ hands and removes a pruning shear from his pocket. Briggs begins to squirm. I guess he can still see. For now.
“No. You can’t –”
His index finger is gone before he can finish his objection. He screams like a bitch this time. He’s crying now, tears running down his face.
“Oops. You said thumb, right?”
I chuckle at the expression on Razor’s face. Fucker enjoys this kind of thing.
“Move out
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