Switchblade

Chapter 63: Hate For Things To Get Messy

Killian was found by his employees to finally go trace Drake.

They hopped in one of their luxury SUVs then drove off.

"Boss man." Kolson called from the passenger seat.
"Mm?" Killian replied as he lit a cigarette.
"How's that girl doin'? She go home yet?"
Killian inhaled and thought about Tati. "No." He blew out his smoke.
"Where is she?" Silas wondered while he drove.
"Alive."
"Oh..."
The three goons were on the edge of their seats wishing he gave them a better answer.

Killian thought about how he should've been home by now, eating whatever meal Tati fixed while he was gone. But he knew he couldn't keep slacking off work for a woman. Doc would kill him if he realized.

The suv arrived at a house but nothing too special. It was of average size, average design, like Drake was attempting to fit in.
Silas reversed into the driveway and in front the cars that were already there underneath the carport.

While Killian's cigarette rested between his lips, he took out the wrappings for his hands.
The men grabbed guns for this battle. Drake was a fighter. They'd tussle with him for a bit but if it went too far, they'd pull out their pistols to handle the job. They had no intent on killing him and guns would be too loud in such a quiet neighborhood, so it was a last resort.

Silas, Kolson, and Tharen got out of the vehicle to walk to the door.
"Hey." Killian called.
They all stopped moving.
"I'll be the one he opens the door for." he said as he started on his other hand after finishing the first.
The men waited patiently and shut their doors quietly.

Killian took another puff of his cigarette while he got out of the car.
It only had two inhales left to it.

He walked towards the door under the carport and smoked while he knocked gingerly. His henchmen stood against the wall to remain unseen.

He exhaled the smoke and rang the doorbell.

"Baby, get the door." Peyton told her fiancé.
Drake sighed and got up. He walked out of their room and shut the door. Just so that whatever happened wouldn't prevent his fiancée from sleeping. He headed towards the carport door after not seeing anyone through the glass of the front door.
"Who is it?" Drake asked once he saw the shadow.

He opened the door.

"Surprise." Killian smiled. He flicked his cigarette onto the ground.
Drake was confused but wide awake now. He soon received a strong right hook into his jaw and stumbled back.

Killian took a step into the house but had to duck upon entry. The doorway was too low for him.
His goons followed behind.

"Nicer on the inside than the outside." he admitted.
Drake put his fists up. He swung a punch and Killian dodged quickly.
"Damn, you're fast. That almost got me." he stated.
Drake swung again. His fist then his leg. His kick made contact after Killian blocked his punch. He swung a left hook and it landed.
Killian scoffed.
He put his fists up then swung. He was blocked but made contact with the other fist and then again when he swung the first one a second time. But Drake didn't go down easily.

Drake ran into the kitchen counter and saw the paper towel stand. He took the roll off then grabbed the metal stand and turned around to swing it. It smashed against Killian's forearm and he groaned. He hit Drake with two uppercuts into his stomach and one punch directly into his face. He took the paper towel stand then slammed it into Drake's face, causing him to stumble to the floor. He tried to get up fast but was kicked in the head. He laid on the floor in a daze.

Killian crouched down over him.

All of the men heard a door open.
"Babe, what's going o-..."
A gun was immediately cocked and held at the pregnant woman thanks to Kolson.
"NO!" Drake yelled.
She screamed loudly and ran back into the room.
Killian sighed. "Go make sure she doesn't pick up a phone."
Tharen walked off to follow instructions.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER, YOU PIECE OF SHI-..." he attempted to get up with a bleeding head.
Killian covered Drake's mouth with his hand and forced him back down.

They could hear her scream again.

"Wife?" Killian asked and removed his hand.
Drake spit onto his face. "Who the fuck are you?"
Killian sighed and pulled out his switch blade.
Drake looked at it.

Killian grabbed onto Drake's t-shirt then swung the blade down into it. He sliced across, then down and then pulled it to rip off a piece of fabric. He wiped the spit on his face with it then tossed it into Drake's. Only to then punch him in the same spot it landed.

Killian stood up over Drake who wallowed there in pain. He was covered in bruises and in awe of never having fought someone as equally skilled as him. He was used to being the better fighter.

Killian took out another cigarette and began to light it.
He put the lighter away and inhaled. His eyes looked around the living room and kitchen of the house. He put the cigarette between two fingers and exhaled his smoke.

His foot swung into Drake's face again.
Then again.
And again.
And one more time.

Drake laid there, barely conscious.

"I'm gonna leave my guy here. You're gonna come with me. I'm gonna ask you some questions, and you're gonna answer me, or I'm gonna tell him to put three bullets in her skull." he stated.
Drake laid there painfully in a daze.
"How many months is she? Like 6?" he asked, knowing he wouldn't receive an answer for a while.

"Hm." He inhaled his smoke again. "Pick him up. Let's go." He blew it out.

~•~

They sat in a warehouse.
Drake's wrists and ankles were zip tied tightly to his chair.

Killian sat across from him.

He gestured with his fingers for Kolson to do his job.
A bucket of cold water was poured onto Drake's head.

He took a gasp of air and shivered.

Silas sat next to him with a turned on car battery charger and the jumper cables that go with it.

"You recognize where you're at?" Killian asked. He was leaned over his own lap with his arms resting on his thighs.
Drake huffed and looked around. He looked back at Killian.
Killian's eyes shifted to Silas.
Silas pressed the cable to Drake who was still damp.
Drake shivered and screamed from the pain.
Silas removed it to not kill him.
It burned through the fabric of his clothes.

"Where are you?" Killian asked.
Drake huffed and puffed to catch his breath. "The warehouse we raided."
"That's right. I'm one to hold a grudge."
Silas shocked him again and Drake seized while he sat there.
He removed it.
Only for Kolson to rub a handful of salt onto the fleshy wound and produce more screams.

"Your Segal's errand boy, aren't you?" Killian asked.
Drake looked at him and didn't answer through his deep breaths of rage and pain.
Silas almost pressed the cable back to him but Killian held up his finger for him to wait.

He took his phone out of his suit pocket which was already on a call.
He pressed the speaker phone button.

"Put the girl on the phone." Killian commanded.
Drake stared.
"H-Hello..." she greeted.
"Hi, sweetheart." Killian said sweetly.
"DON'T HURT HE-..." Drake began but Silas threatened him with the cable and he shut up.
"Babygirl, I've got your boyfriend here and he looks rough." Killian continued. He clicked his tongue in a mockery of disappointment. "But it doesn't have to get any worse than this. Maybe if he hears it from you, he'll listen and understand. So I want you to repeat after me, okay?"
"O-Okay..." she sniffed while Tharen held the phone to her ear.
"If he doesn't..." he began.
"I-...If he doesn't..." she repeated.
"Answer my questions..."
"A-..." she sniffed. "A-Answer your qu-questions..."
"I'm going to kill you."
Peyton cried softly.
"Say it..." he repeated with eyes on Drake.
"You're going to kill me..." she whined through tears.
"Atta girl."

Drake sat there with his teary eyes closed to stay calm.

"Tell him again. All together." he instructed calmly.
"If he doesn't...answer your questions...you're going to kill me..."
"That's right, angel. Great job."
"Ask." Drake commanded.
"One more time?"
"ASK! JUST ASK! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" he shouted.
"Ah...Now he listens." Killian smiled.