Present day. The man whimpered as he crawled away from me. The wood floor was glistening with blood from the naked moonlight.
"Please...."He cried pitifully. "I don't know a thing I swear!"
Cocaine blanketed the ground I stepped on. Fortunately, I wore a helmet to avoid the effects of the drug. He was packaging it with a swarm of hookers and women sucked into trafficking until I burst in. There weren't any bodyguards either. Arrogant bastard thought nobody would be crazy enough to raid in on his operation. Tragically, one hooker stepped in front of the bullet aimed at his ribs. A clean shot to the head, poor short little thing was killed instantly. So I switched my game up to reduce the amount of casualties. Melee. He wasn't much of a fighter. Or resistant. I only asked twice before he was crawling and sobbing. Pain was an excellent motive. Broken knees, fractured ribs, and a broken arm. Yeah, he seemed ready to talk.
"You're Chipplain Porze. Supplier to the gang called The Ringz. The Ringz was associated with Doug Avirace in multiple deals including cash, girls, and guns in the matter of roughly three months. If the squealer before you was right."
I grabbed a handful of his blonde hair. "If I ask again and you don't answer, I'll torch the place with you still inside. Where is Avarice?"
He clasped his shaking hand onto my wrist. "I....d-dunno...Blackhand Waters. He....he's been....in town."
I yanked his messy hair fiercely, tearing off a huge pile. He writhed in pain as his scalp bled.
"What does Blackhand Waters have to do with this?"
He panted as he explained.
"We've....be-been doin' triangle trade. I gave c-coke to Avarice, who sold it to Waters in exchange...fuh-for guns and women to sell to me or smaller gangs or businesses. After Waters gets the coke, he distributes it to territories up north."
Blackhand Waters. Billy was his legal name. This wasn't good.
"Where do they meet?!" I insisted.
"I-I-I dunno! Blackhand has an army so he prob-probably gets his goons to do pick-up at a discreet area. I don't where though...."
He squealed. So, I took his chin with my free hand and jerked his neck to the right. A sickening crack followed after. His body relaxed and he stopped making any sounds.
Shit....Blackhand Waters. Doug Avarice was a man of connections. This is why he was Mr.Untouchable.
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Dead Men Bleed
AcciónDirtroad. A colony for scum, killers, and thieves to find sanctuary in. There is no law and order. No justice. No morals. All it took was a bad day for one young man to finally do the thing none other has ever done in this God foresaken city: Seek j...
