Dance for Me

28

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

My shoulder has mainly healed and I'm back to just about normal, only some soreness and scarring that's noticeable to me now. I can walk and bend normally. Lifting is still a bit rough but I can make do.

We've witheld most of the man's senses downstairs because he wouldn't talk. The lights are completely dark, he's tied against the water heater, he's a fucking nasty mess. I haven't even been able to question him myself yet but I'm dying to. I need some fucking answers.

I walk downstairs slowly, the pain radiating in my stomach as I go down. Fucking ow. I find James and Ricky down there already, spraying him with hot water in his face. Ow fuck I'd never want to go through that. The man has a cloth over his face and is panting heavily, trying to breathe through the water mess sticking to his face.

Ricky smirks and steps back. "He's ready for you boss."

Ugh, I hate being called boss. I quickly take off the wet cloth from his head and the dark brunette haired man gasps out, his head leaning back in exasperation. Haha, his eyes are no longer white and hazel, they are blood shot and dark! Try to kill me again, fucker.

I send a kick to his ribs and he cries out, cringing heavily. "Fucking Christ!"

I crouch in front of him, rubbing my chin. "What's your name love?"

He spits at me, panting in pain. "Like I'd fucking tell you!"

I grab my knife and tear off his shirt, throwing it to the corner. Just what I thought. He has a 9V tattoo on his fucking chest. Jake is going to be pissed.

"9 Vipers, hm? Wanting a turf war? But why me? Why did you only say my name?" I ask, cocking my head to the side. The man shakes his head and coughs. Ugh I'm fucking done with mind games.

I jab the knife into his side, knowing there's nothing there that'll kill him. He lets out a blood curdling scream, his legs kicking all over the place.

"I'll fucking twist it if you don't tell me your name!"

"Corey! My fucking name is Corey alright!" He cries out coughing so hard he's gagging. About fucking time!

"And why do you want me dead Corey? Huh?" I twist it ever so gently and the screams coming out of this man's mouth is music to my ears.

"Fuck please stop fuck god it burns!" He screeches.

"Answer me damnit!" I feel like my eyes are bulging out of my head, you better say something Corey!

"I was told to do it! My brother told me you stole his bitch!"

I stay still, in deep thought. It was that guy Remi was scared of, wasn't it?

"Jeremy, right?" I ask, standing back up and dusting my pants.

"Yes, that asshole," he cries, tears and snot running down his face. "The bitch owes us a lot of money and he said you were putting him in hiding. I was just doing what I was told man!"

Fuck, my poor Remi. He is in so much deep shit he doesn't even realize. This is what he meant by baggage, he didn't want me involved. I'll pay the fucking debt off him if that is what it takes for him to come back to me. This isn't safe for him...this is too much to bare.

"What does Jeremy want with Remi?" I crouch again, grabbing a cloth and cleaning off the man's disgusting face. Ugh I hate bodily fluids.

"J-Jonny boy wants to pimp him out but with how much he owes us Ash wants him dead or their house play toy. He just wants him found."

I cringe at the thought. I've heard about gangs having a group of people in cells down below, only to be used for their entertainment. The thought fucking makes me sick. I could never, unless if I was torturing someone like this. But my sweet, sweet boy? Oh hell no.

"Boss, what do you want to do?" Ricky asks, looking down at me. I shrug. Why not let ol Ricky the rookie take a chance?

"What do you think? Give me an idea."

"It's your bitch he's talking about like that boss. I'd kill him."

"Sounds good," I stand up. "Go ahead Ricky, take your first shot."

His eyes widen and he rubs his shaved head. "Really? I can? I can do it?"

It's like a kid at the candy store, his papa telling him he can pick out whatever he likes.

"Yeah, go ahead. Show us what you got."

James throws the cloth back over his head and we both step back, watching Ricky bop up and down with excitement.

"Don't fucking do it man! They'll kill you! They'll know it was you!"

I shrug. "Good. Don't fucking mess with my boyfriend."

Ricky shifts a bit around as he tries to get comfortable footing, a little stressed over the screams and thrashings happening.

"Relax," I tell him.

He raises the gun and points it directly at his chest, shooting him instantly. The shot echos around the room, myself and James may be used to it but Ricky isn't. He is the only one that flinches. We all watch as the man falls over to his back, gasping and groaning until he eventually goes still.

"Yay Ricky boy!" James shouts, patting him on the back. Ricky stares in shock, not able to move.

"You'll get used to it bud," I tell him. "He wasn't a good guy. Don't feel beat up about it."

Next thing I know there is fucking steaming hot water flooding everywhere.

"God damnit what the fuck?" I yell, looking around and noticing he put a bullet in the bottom of the water heater.

"Ohhhh Ricky!" I groan, shaking my head and smirking.

"Oh buddy you'll never live this one down," James laughs, rubbing his shoulder.

"Alright you two, clean his shit up, I'll send Simmons and Jerry to go fucking buy another water heater," I chuckle. Big ol scary gang leader sending his fucking henchmen to Home Depot, got it.

I carefully drag myself up the stairs and stop, turning around.

"And Ricky?"

The young man looks up at me, he must be around Remi's age or a tad younger.

"Call my boyfriend a bitch again and it's your head." I wink at him, turning around and continuing up the stairs.