In Love With the Mob

Chapter Twenty-Five Bash

                              TW- Things get a little bloody

It's been five days since my team was attacked. Five days since-. Evan still lies motionless in his hospital room. No signs of life outside of a strong steady heartbeat and the occasional muscle spasm. At least that's what the doctor's called it; the sudden hand squeeze I received from him was nothing more than a spasm. It doesn't mean that I am not hopeful. He is fighting and so will I. I will continue to fight and get full revenge for Evan. Starting with Daniel fucking Twist.

The sound of my boots echo off the stairwell as I make my way down to the damp dark basement. The stench of mold and mildew almost burns my nose the farther down I go. Sitting in a chair under a single light bulb is my conquest of the week. Ben Tillman, one of the many henchmen residing under Daniel Twist; also, the cousin of Daniel's right hand man Stan Henson. A barrage of curses spout from his filthy mouth from under the potato sack that was placed over his head.

"Don't think for a second hell won't ran down on all of your heads for this. Kidnap me? You must have a fucking death wish!" The mosquito continues to annoyingly buzz as my patience slowly starts to wane. I motion with my finger for the sack to be removed, and Stoff harshly yanks the sack from his oversized head. He's lucky the local Fred Meyer's had one big enough.

His head shakes slightly as his eyes finally adjust to the dim light. They finally land on me, and he had the nerve to smirk.

"Ah, it's just you. The mob boss gone soft because of a little piece of dick. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Benny, Benny, Benny. Your boss is causing me some trouble, and I really need to find him." He bitterly laughs.

"Find him? You don't find Daniel Twist, he finds you. Something tells me you have already figured that out though. How's your little rabbit doing? Cold in the grave yet?"

The first rule of being a mob boss, never trust anyone. The second; stay calm in the most stressful of situations. In hindsight I should remain calm and levelheaded; that way mistakes don't get made. It's a good thing I was raised by Father Criss. We react now and handle the consequences later. I slowly make my way over to the table of goodies I had Stephan set up for me.

Speaking of which, the Steven's line the back wall, waiting for their turn. Steven was released from the hospital yesterday and believe it or not, he is just as blood thirsty for revenge as the rest of us. I would have never imagined in such a short amount of time, a sexy librarian could worm his way into all of our hearts. He brought balance to all of us; he is our family. We revenge our family.

Benny's eyes follow my every movement, and he releases another dry chuckle.

"Don't think you can intimidate me, Bash. Everyone knows you aren't the hardened criminal you once were. You've grown soft. You don't scare me or anyone else."

My fingers graze over all of the lovely tools that I haven't been able to use in some time now. I roll my shoulders and prepare myself for what's to come. A hatchet seems fitting for such an occasion. They say eye for an eye, but I think it should be body for body. I'll take his, piece by piece.

I make my way back over to Benny, twirling the hatchet as I walk. "If you know what's good for you, you will let me go an-AAAAAAAAAAH." I didn't bother to let him finish; I just took his hand instead.

Blood splatters all over my suit. I regret not listening to Steven when he suggested wearing a plastic poncho like Dexter. Ever since he was shot, Steven has been full of great ideas. He knew exactly where Benny would be and even put together that plan to take him. If I had known him getting shot would bring out his brilliance, I would have shot him ages ago. Maybe I should once a month; just in case.