Moving from Chicago to New York as a single mother, hoping that your new business does well, is scary. But what happens when you find out your best friends new husband is the leader of something even scarier, and the only person who seems to give yo...
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"Fottuto bastardo!" I slam my ring covered fist into the face of the man currently tied to a chair in front of me. "Tell me where Daniel is!" I demand. (You fucking bastard)
"Go to hell Wolf." He slurs, barely conscious.
I grind my teeth against each other as I take in the state of his body. He's got a bullet wound in both his kneecaps where I shot him to capture him. It also made it easier to move him from place to place.
He's missing multiple teeth now that I've laid my fist into his face at least twenty times, and blood drips done his face and neck.
This unlucky son of a bitch was doing an awful job at trying to blend in with the crowd. He may be short but his head is as bald as Mr. Cleans, and the symbol for the American mafia is tattooed behind his ear. Unfortunately for him it's way to big to be unidentified.
I caught him snooping around inside my club as I was getting a drink with Benny.
He must be the stupidest man to ever walk this planet to not have noticed me and Benny, both very tall, walking through the crowd towards him as the red lights that blare in the club shone down on us.
He was to busy trying to get information out of my bartender to notice.
Making sure not to bring attention to us and startle the people that were inside the club, I snuck out the back exit while Benny sat close to him and watched him, but not close enough for him to see.
Benny waited for him to make his way to the bathroom before he hit him over the head with the end of his gun.
He then dragged him outside through the back exit and into the ally next to the club where I was waiting for them with the van that is always parked behind the club.
We tossed him into the backseat and headed home. But there was a crash so we had to take the long way home and he ended up waking up halfway there.
I was sitting in the passenger seat as Benny drove and I was on my phone when I heard the fucker groan. Already pissed off and not wanting him to get up out of his seat I took my gun that was tucked in the waistband of my pants and shot him in both of his knees.
Now as I stand here in front of him, taking him in, I am unsatisfied with my work.
I walk around him and roll the sleeves of my white button up back up, as they had fallen back down as I was punching him.
I hum to myself as I take in the items layed out on the metal table in front of me. I hear him trying to get his hands out of the ropes, but it's impossible.
I am excellent at tying knots. For more than one reason.
I decide on just a simple knife because I have a feeling this wimp will tell me everything the moment I make my first cut.
