Dreams I'll Never See (Intersex gxgxg)

Chapter 1

Current day

I absently ran the blade of my knife under my nails, scraping away some of the blood that had collected there before sighing in frustration. I was sitting on a small leather ottoman in front of a chair talking to a man with the name of Usatov, a Russian national in the country illegally. Well, talking might be a little misleading, since he was tied to the chair he was sitting in and had a ball gag in his mouth. But he could still nod and shake his head.

I leaned towards Usatov, taking his left hand in mine, and slipping the tip of the knife under the nail on his middle finger. "Are you really going to make me ask again? You're running out of nails, and I'm pretty sure you don't want me to move on to your other extremities. Last time, are you going to answer my question?"

Blood was running down his face from a cut on his scalp, dripping down through his eyes and pooling on top of the gag in his mouth, no doubt leaving a coppery taste in his mouth. He shook his head rapidly, his eyes wide with fear, and I quickly shoved with the knife, hearing the high pitched scream around the gag as he tried to jerk in the chair. He didn't get far, and I pried the nail right up and off the finger.

"Damn. You only have 2 nails left. Tell me Usatov, are you circumcised?" I asked while dragging the tip of the knife along the zipper to his shorts. It was a warm night in Mobile, Alabama, and shorts were a good choice. Probably a better choice than my leather pants, but they were still my favorite, and they were much easier to get blood off of.

He was squealing now, and it was a delightful sound since I needed answers fast. I was sick of the stench in the room since he'd already released a steady stream of waste products from every orifice imaginable until a little swamp of urine, vomit and feces gathered around the chair. Have you ever seen a man vomit with a ball gag in his mouth? It wasn't a pleasant sight, as most of it was forced out of his nose. Yes, that was quite disgusting.

I walked around behind him, thankful for the plastic baggies over my heels, and undid the ball gag. "Seriously, Usatov, do you like the pain? I just need a name. Give me the name of the boat that is bringing the stuff in, and I let you go. Hell, I'll be too busy chasing the boat to fuck with you. Make the smart choice." I knew he was nothing but a middleman, but I really wanted the source for the drugs that he was the conduit for, because then I could keep backtracking and make the whole network go away.

"Okay!" he gasped in a thick accent. "No more! The boat is called Whistling Dixie! I know nothing else!"

That matched up with what I knew. I had a list of 7 boats that were possible smugglers, and the Whistling Dixie was one of those. It gave me my next stop on my quest to rub out another drug ring! "Thanks, Usatov. I'm going to cut you loose, okay? You get a 24 house head start, and then I'll be looking for you." He nodded rapidly, no doubt thinking he could make it with that head start. I brought the knife down to cut the rope at his wrist when one of my phones rang, making my eyes fly open in panic. Getting a phone call in the middle of the job wasn't the issue, but it was the fact that it was my second phone that made me worry.

I walked across the room, holding my finger up to shush Usatov while I answered the phone. He was wisely quiet. "Hey, Lexie, are you okay?" Lexie was the only number in the contacts for that phone, and she was only supposed to call it in an emergency, but I had to hope that she had broken that rule.

"Jesse! They're here!" she replied frantically. "I think it's Zac, but he's not alone!"

I ran over to the sink behind Usatov, rinsing my knife off in the sink. "You're at home?" I confirmed. "Willow too?"

"Yes! We're both here!" I could hear the panic in her voice, and I was determined to not let anything happen to her. She'd already gone through too much when Lessa died, and I couldn't let that happen to her too.