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His eyes widen as he fights to breathe. I’m stopping myself from snapping his neck with the rage scorching through my veins.
“Cuffs, Daniel.”
I drag Tarik by the neck to the wooden chair facing mine. There’s a wooden table in between both of them. Daniel walks over to the table and unlocks the drawer to grab a handcuff.
Tarik is tall, just a few inches shorter than I am, with a less muscular build. He has a tattooed neck and arms. The maroon colored short-sleeved shirt he has on reveals his inked muscles.
I push him onto the chair and punch him in the face. He grunts from the impact.
I’ll kill him slowly and make him regret that he ever double-crossed me.
Daniel handcuffs his wrists to the arm of the chair and pulls his dark brown hair to the back. Tarik yells in pain.
“You know what we do to fucking rattos (rats).”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I swear.”
“Don’t you fucking lie to me!” I punch him hard in the abdomen.
“Arghhhh. I swear,” he coughs.
I tear his shirt off his body to use the pieces to gag him. He wriggles in the seat as I tie the rag behind him, leaving a sufficient amount of material at the front.
Daniel leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with a toolbox.
“Who are you working for?” I ask as I turn to Daniel.
He sets the box on the table and unlocks it. I grab a screwdriver and twirl it in my hand.
“It’s only L’Uomo and you I’ve ever worked for. I am no ratto (rat), boss.”
Daniel tsks, staring at Tarik. He murmurs as he turns to the toolbox and searches for something.
“Lying to me is one thing. But lying to my fucking face?” I say, slipping the gag on his mouth.
I hook the sharp edge of the screwdriver into his clip earring and pull it.
The gag muffles his screams as I tug harder, pulling it till his ear hole cuts into two and the earring is sliding over the screwdriver. His blood is dripping on the floor as he breathes heavily, with bulgy eyes and a sweaty face.
I’m just getting fucking started. I ungag him and punch his face again.
“Who are you working for?”
“Chito,” he blurts.
Fuck.
Daniel and I exchange glances.
“I work for Chito.”
He is breathing heavily, with blood dripping from his ear to his body.
“You fucking cunt!”
I return the gag to his mouth. Daniel hands me a hammer as I give him back the screwdriver.
Tarik’s pleas are muffled as he watches me stretch his fingers on the arm of the chair. He’s going to wish I killed him quickly.
