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Slade began to scream. Fitz pressed the tip of the knife to Nelle’s throat, making her yelp in pain. Blood seeped just a little.
“Fitz,” Linc said. “You took Nova…”
“Listen to me,” Fitz said. “This isn’t what you think. I have information for you guys. For all of you. This was on purpose. I’m the inside guy here.”
“You’re the guy holding a knife to an inked-up woman,” Cyrus said. “Why is that? Huh?”
“I just need your attention for a minute, that’s all,” Fitz said.
“You’ve fucking got it,” Slade said. “Now let her go.”
“I can’t do that,” Fitz said. “I can’t risk getting shot before I tell you everything. Damien has a guy that turned rat. He’s talking to a detective. I can tell you everything. Okay? Names. Locations. Everything. I didn’t say anything that would hurt you guys. I’m not a fucking rat. I have information!”
“You have a date with the Reaper,” Slade said.
“I’m going to make you dig your own grave,” Linc said.
“Fitz, what the fuck are you saying right now?” Cyrus asked.
“Don’t you get it? That detective thought he was playing me! I was playing him!”
“You told him about the van,” Cyrus said. “You tried to set us up.”
“There was nothing in the van!” Fitz yelled.
“Nobody knew that,” Linc said. “You fucking scum fuck rat.”
Fitz pushed the knife harder to Nelle’s throat. She groaned. Slade stepped forward.
“Don’t do it, Slade,” Fitz said. “This has gone on for too long. I’ve been fucking tortured. And I’m done with it. Done with all of it!”
“Fitz, nobody here has tortured you,” Cyrus said. “We’re your brothers. We love you.”
“Fuck off. Fuck you.”
“Fitz, you have information about the Russian mafia? We need it. That’s a big help for us. Dead men don’t talk, right?”
Fitz looked tired, drunk, and paranoid. Slade kept a close eye on the tip of the knife pressing into Nelle’s neck. He inched forward little by little while Fitz and Cyrus talked. He just needed a chance to make a move.
From the corner of his left eye he saw something. Someone.
It was Maggie. Carrying a bag of trash. She froze when she saw the scene. Instinct kicked in for her and she put the trash bag down and walked toward Fitz. Without hesitation, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up to her chin. Her little, perky tits jumped free, one nipple pierced.
“What do you think, Fitz? Should I get my other nipple pierced?”
Fitz turned his head and his eyes went wide when he saw Maggie’s tits. Slade dove over the table at Fitz. The knife moved from Nelle’s neck, but it caught her right cheek, cutting her. She screamed.
Slade took Fitz to the ground and started throwing punches. Cyrus and Linc jumped in and Cyrus soon found himself barking at both Linc and Slade to get away from Fitz.
“There’s a process!” Cyrus yelled. “We take it to prayer and decide his fate!”
Cyrus flipped Fitz to his front and stepped on his back. Maggie lowered her shirt and covered her mouth. Slade looked at Nelle and saw her holding her cheek with two hands, blood everywhere.
He jumped at Nelle and scooped her up, carrying her in his arms. He ran across the lot toward the van where Darrow was just climbing out.
“What the hell happened to her?” Darrow asked.
“Fitz is the rat and he tried to kill her,” Slade said.
