Bad Teacher (Temp Title)

6| The Shift

Nickolai

Some idiots just don’t deserve a tongue.

It’s the incessant whining in front of me that solidifies the thought. I have sat and watched the pleading man try to tell his side of the story for the last five minutes. Five minutes too long if you ask me. There should have a bullet between his eyes right about now, but I still sit and choose to hear the man out. He seems distraught.

Through the tears and snot running down his face, I share a look with Valentin.

It is much more entertaining to watch him beg for a life he wasn’t going to keep.

The sounds he makes is disgusting, and the sneer is evident on my mugshot when the incoherent ramblings intensify in volume and grammar.

V doesn’t have to confirm his thoughts, but it seems we will continue to stay on the same page until we’ve gotten the information we want out of this lying piece of shit. “Please, boss…”

Ah. Finally, something I can understand. My attention is brought back to the man currently on his knees a few feet away from me. My men have secured his hands behind his back with cuffs, knowing that loose hands were dangerous hands. Clearly he has been beaten. To a bloody fucking pulp. One swollen as fuck blue-eye, busted lower lip and a half swollen beat up face. Blue and purple marks scatter across his skin and wet blood covers almost his entire face.

I had nothing to do with this beating and that made me sloppy, but I sure enjoyed watching artists taint a pure canvas.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble and lean forward to tilt my head. “What was that?”

The idiots cries continues in soft whimpers, eyes lowered to the ground and no guts to stare me down. Too scared for his life when he knows he’s been caught. Pathetic and sloppy—that is why he was caught and that is why he is going to die here today.

Valentin is standing not too far behind the prisoner—not being able to stay away from a potential kill. Or maybe just here to kill before I can. It’s his thing at times. I shift to take a closer look.

I thought I’d have to wait for the stupid whining to stop, but he shuts up the second he looks up again and sees my eyes on him. I lean forward to take a closer look at the said ID. His throat bob with strained movement as he swallows—as if swallowing in itself hurt. The scent of his fear is a pungent and he smells rotten. That is definitely a man that’s been shitting himself for the last two days. And as much as I hated it, it fed the darkest parts of me. Nothing could top this feeling. I loved seeing the panic. And the fear. And the knowledge that any second now would be their last.

The room has gone quiet, so quiet that it seems his pathetic whimpering had started up again.

“You knew what would happen once we found out,” I say, hoping he understands how difficult this is for me too. Why he has to dies.

His whimpering intensifies as the sound of my chuckle reverberates through the space between us. V’s eyes have taken on an impatient glint, and I know it’s not long before he says or does something.

“I didn’t know. I-I didn’t know I promise. I didn’t know anybody would intercept the transaction. I—”

“That’s enough,” Valentin’s sharp and bloodthirsty voice sounds from behind said prisoner and his entire body tenses up even more if possible.

When Valentin steps forward, I lean back into my chair and  watch with amusement as my brother tightens his grip on his pistol.

“You were the only one that survived out of all your comrades. Not one single bruise on your body like our men when we found you. That is suspicious, no?” I command, wanting for a valid  from him. To know the truth of what happened two weeks ago right in this shitty fucking town.