Aislinn found her way in a pool of trouble, and it all started with him.
And one night and five years later.
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One amazing night leads to something epic, who would have thought it started with a one night stand with a mafia king.
Who would've kno...
The list is getting longer and I have never been more glad, I can feel my blood pumping with each kill. Four men skinned alive, It wasn't hard to find these members of the group, Dexter sobbed like a bitch before I even touched him.
Aaron gave up two more names and a few more people who even were a part of the little group. Tim cried, peeing his pants but he felt what each child they ever touched felt.
The screams of pain bouncing around the cement walls are getting a tad annoying. I normally have the patience of a saint but tonight, this bastard was being more annoying than Nick, and Tobias combined.
"I barely touched you..." I gritted, "I guess now you understand the fear those little girls and boys felt, right?"
"Fuck man," he cries. "I- I didn't do anything, I don't know of any group. I swear!"
"So your buddy Aaron lied?" I surmise, inching the blade towards his eye.
He squeeze them shut as if that was going to stop the red blade from going through his eyes. He's as dumb as he looks.
"No, no, no," he pleaded, "Okay, I was there, I only went to a couple of the shows but I was never a part of the group,"
Sweat dripped down his face mixing in with the blood on his face. His dark blonde hair is matted to his forehead and the back of his neck.
I already ripped ten of his fingernails, a couple of stab wounds in specific locations that won't let the fucker bleed out, I'm nowhere near finished with him. Nick broke his kneecaps, so the fucker won't be walking.
"You cry more than my newborn son, I advise you to start talking," I bark, scraping the knife against his closed eyelids.
He cringes away from the knife, tears bubbling out from beneath his lashes.
"Names, buddy," I sighed, glancing at my watch, "My kids have a game today, I rather not miss the first one,"
"I-I don't know the names of the leaders but, I know someone who does. I know they are recruiting to fill in the spots of the missing members,"
They are gonna be looking for a shitload of people because we've been killing them all.
"H-his name is Clade. He's the newest member and he's in charge of finding the girls. He worked in this operation that traffics kids. He's a big deal..."
"Clade what?" I snap.
He sobs and my headache grows. "I don't know, man," he wails. "He works outside of New York,"
I cocked a brow, I own every part of New York so for someone to be selling women and children on my turf was enough alone to make my blood boil.
"He has a glass eye, you can't miss it," I rolled my neck, groaning as the muscles pop. It's been a long fucking day and it's only eleven in the fucking morning.
