Deadly

38.

Saint

It takes about 30 minutes to get to my main warehouse where the 'prisoners' are

5 of them are a small group of carjackers who tried to take one of my cars while two of my guys were transporting stock; the other 9 are selling women into forced prostitution and the last one is a 16-year-old boy called Ronan Ward.

He was found stealing from one of my top drug dealers- this wasn't a 'sell on the street drug dealer', I don't have those- I only have high-end shit sold by high-end dealers to VIPs: Celebrities, Millionaires, the top people in the government; then their kids and the kids after them.

Not actual kids. Obviously.

I don't know how Ronan got past well enough to steal from me- given, he was caught but for a 16-year-old he did well.

I was never going to kill him; he's just a child. If he was older I would have slit his throat in minutes but the world owes him a chance to be worth more than a grave.

He could learn a lot from me and a whole fucking lot more from Celestia. So if he doesn't fuck up this chance for himself he could grow to be one of the best. If he does fuck it up however, then I'll expect us to be back in this exact situation in a few years to come but instead of leaving with a chance he'll be leaving in a trash bag.

I walk in and through to the main room where my men wait.

"Williams, Harris, Garcia and Rucco- I want you with the Carjackers, cells 1-5, get information; I want to know if they have any connections at all to bigger groups and well-known people. I need to know if this was a pick at us or if these men are just fucking stupid. Then you can let them go. Yes?" I bark loudly as I walk through

"Yes Don" the men repeat back before walking down to the cells

"18 of you here"

The men stand in front of me in a line

"I want two per cell. Find out any information you can- anything could be everything. Even if they tell you the name of their childhood puppy I want to fucking know, got it? Do what you want, get your anger out then end them."

"Yes Don"

Here we have three names for the 'level' of death

'Let them go' means kill them 'nicely'- gunshot, axe, machete, knife; anything to the head or heart

'Kill them' means make them suffer a little- slit throat, bleed out from gunshot or stabbing etc...

'End them' means do whatever the fuck you can possibly imagine- decapitation, chainsaws, woodchippers, carving, burning. Anything and everything is on the table. It's pure torture.

I shrug my suit jacket off and drop it on a table before heading downstairs.

I walk straight down to where Ronan's cell is, I grab the chair that sits outside of it and drag it in.

I sit down in front of him

"Who are you?" I ask

"Rona-"

"No, I know your name, Ronan Ward. I want to know who you are, where you learned how to steal and why the fuck a 16-year-old thought it was smart to try and take shit from me"

"I didn't know who I was stealing from, I just needed money"

"Why?"

"Why did I need money?"

I nod

"Food, a place to sleep" he looks down

"You're homeless?"