𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 | 𝐋𝐄𝐎

The sounds emanating from his injured mouth were becoming rather bothersome. It could be tough being the enforcer in The Boys. I did take pleasure in inflicting pain, but tonight, I was feeling particularly impatient with this whiny prick.

Typically, I had the patience of a saint.

I understood the importance of waiting for what my dad, Billy Butcher, desires most. However, when I was seeking answers and the man was too preoccupied with whimpering and sobbing to provide a coherent response, my tolerance wore thin.

"I'm about to put a bullet through your skull," I warned, aiming my Browning Hi-Power gun at him. A smirk escaped me. "I won't hesitate to show you no mercy if you don't cooperate."

"Damn it, man," he sobbed, trembling, blood seeping from his split lip. "I already told you, I don't know anything about this Compound V!"

I crouched in front of him, the barrel of the gun resting just under his chin, lifting his gaze so he had no choice but to look at me. His fear was intoxicating—a high I never quite got tired of, even though this one was wearing thin. The room was dimly lit by a single hanging bulb, its light swaying in rhythm with the pathetic shaking of his body.

"Don't insult my intelligence, mate," I said calmly, enjoying the way his eyes widened with terror as the gun dug in. "You're running with the wrong crowd to pull this innocent delivery man routine."

Sweat beaded on his forehead, running down his temples like he was melting under the pressure. In a way, he was. I could almost see his thoughts racing—lie, truth, lie, truth, which will get me out alive? Poor sod didn't realize he was already a dead man walking.

"Please," he rasped, his breath reeking of desperation. "I just move the product. I swear on my life. I never see it up close. I don't know where it's stored."

I let out a soft sigh, standing to pace around the room. The truth was, I had no patience left for this. I wasn't in the mood for his pointless begging or the inevitable confession of half-truths he'd eventually cough up. I had places to be, plans to make. Vought was up to something new—something bigger than usual—and I wasn't going to waste another minute here while this nobody wasted my time.

From the corner, Kimiko stood silently, her presence a steady reminder that if I wanted, this could be over in seconds. She had a knack for ending things quickly, cleanly. But there was no fun in quick, and no answers, either.

I glanced back at the man, his face already contorted in the realization that there was no way out. His breath came in short, shallow gasps as I walked over, my shadow looming over him like death itself.

"Last chance," I said slowly, deliberately. "You talk now, or Kimiko here makes you into a headline tomorrow."

His eyes flicked to her, widening at the sight of her cold, expressionless stare. Kimiko didn't need threats; her silence was enough.

"There's—there's a warehouse," he stammered, his voice cracking like a damn finally giving way under the pressure. "At the docks. It's where they've been moving the V. They don't keep it long, just enough to ship it out. That's all I know, I swear. Please."

I stared at him, weighing the truth of his words. It wasn't much, but it was something. A lead. And that was enough for me to move forward.

I stood up straight, sliding my gun back into its holster with a smooth click. "Good lad," I said softly, giving him a nod. "See? Cooperation gets you places."

Relief flooded his face, and for a split second, I almost laughed at how quickly he let his guard down.

Without hesitation, I gave Kimiko a quick nod. She moved faster than he could react. A crack echoed through the small room, and his body slumped, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Quick, clean, and over before he could comprehend it.