It's between me and you

Chapter 10

The guys worked fast. They knew everyone by name, and found them quickly. And now, by the time Andrew and Nate reached their destination, the future victim had already been pressed into the "electric chair," as the guys jokingly called it.

The guy's frightened eyes ran from Andrew to Nathan and back again. He jerked and twitched, trying to escape from the grasp of the two boys in Ledger's small social circle.

"Well hello, Junior" Andrew's foot swung down on the chair of the twitching prankster, right between his spread legs.

He jerked again, his back digging into the back of the chair, and stared in horror at the black toe of a shoe that, if it wanted to, could press so hard that it would send the boy into outfield for the rest of his life and deprive him of the ability to score goals.

"Ledger, it wasn't my fault" The words came pouring out of the puffy mouth of the frightened and confused kid. "I didn't do anything to him. Didn't lay a finger on him. I swear"

Andrew grimaced. For some reason everyone thought he was getting a high from humiliating these jerks. But how could you get high watching twenty-year-olds shaking? All he demanded was respect for himself and the people he considered his family, and if that simple rule was not understood, he had to resort to extreme measures. Such as this.

"Where's your brother?" Ignoring the verbal diarrhea, Andrew bowed his head, giving Cahlon a shiver.

"B... b... brother?"

"B... b... brother! Or do you want to take the sins of your kin upon yourself and turn both cheeks for retribution? " Andy's hand slapped the boy's skinny cheeks lightly, making him blink rapidly.

"I don't know where he is. He didn't come to the college today."

"So, give me the address" Ledger demanded calmly. "It can be home address, I would be happy to drop in to see you"

"And ... Andrew, I can not, he is my brother" The chest of a jerk began to rise frequently, giving out barely contained tears.

Here we go again. All losers and weaklings. And if he really did not give out the location of Cahlon, Andrew would even respect him, but ... all of them are like that. Once you put a little more pressure, and even the code from the dad' safe on a piece of paper will write it down. Family is just a name.

"And I'm your God" Ledger said, leaning right to his face "And I decide whether you live to see the end of the day or not, so let's not waste my time and confess, or I'll go the other way, which you won't like. Have you seen the movie "The Fast and the Furious"? Remember how they put oil in the mouth of one uncooperative prick until he became a goody-goody?"

Cahlon shook like a dog in the cold and broke into a cold sweat before he mumbled something unintelligible and shook his head in a negative way.

"Don't you remember? I'll remind you"

Only now did the little man notice that a canister stood alone in the corner a few feet away from him. With a kind of sadistic pleasure Andrew jerked it up from the floor and unscrewed the lid, grinning like a predator before attacking. He tilted it, and a viscous brown liquid poured out on the floor. It was impossible to see in detail because of the darkness in the back room, but Lucas knew at once that it was not water.

The guys were already used to Ledger's antics and were even amused each time, watching the change in the color of the faces of the lucky ones who got their happy card to travel to Andrew Ledger's "negotiation room".

Andy was right. They all surrender sooner or later, shamefully laying out all the necessary information, and then quietly hate him, but always with an enthusiastic look in their eyes, wishing at least once to find themselves in his place, or at least in the place of those who are in his circle. By the way, among those close to him are those who in their time did not bend. He respected them and would tear anyone's throat out for his own. Mutual respect and support. The boys knew that Ledger had only one friend, equal to his brother, and they did not want to take his place. They were content with the present state of affairs. They gave him loyalty, he gave them protection.

"So? Let's play the movie scene, shall we? Open his mouth!"

Feeling someone else's hands pressing down on his jaw and forcing it open, Cahlon twisted his head desperately. The canister was held above his upturned head. It was frightening to watch as Andrew, grinning, almost groaned with pleasure.

"Shut his nose!" He nodded to one of his cronies, who in turn instantly complied with the instruction.

"No, stop, stop!" With a violent shake of his head, shouted the nearly unconscious lad. "Matt's at the Diez. It's a sports club on the east side of town. I said, I fucking said, let me go"

Andrew froze and grinned contentedly. It's as simple as that. It always is.

"Well done, I'll tell your brother you said hello" He chuckled, and to the astonishment of the still-shivering boy, he suddenly tipped the canister back and sipped right out of it before setting the useful thing down on the floor.

"Tasty shit, thank Mrs.P. for me. Tell her it's the tastiest mousse I've ever tasted in my life"

Passing by, Andrew patted the bewildered and settled on the chair little bro on the shoulder and nodded to Nate:

"Let's go. Let's settle the score on broken arms"