Page 25 of The Associate
“That’s too bad.” I hold the knife out, sliding it down his shirt, the fabric cutting with ease. The knife is sharp, not what I expected, but I like it.
The blade slides down his flesh as his breathing begins to quicken again. A red line of liquid giving into gravity, dripping on the tiled floor around his feet.
“Okay, okay. I know what he wants,” he pleads.
“Continue.” I pull the knife away from him, admiring the blade that now has a red tinge to the tip.
He starts to hesitate, as if trying to buy himself some time. I do the one thing I promised myself I would do back at that bar: the knife in my hand slides down the thigh of his pants.I may just have to take this blade home.I am in love with how it slices through his flesh and clothing with such ease.
I cut up to the waistband, leaving him with one pant leg still attached, the other in shreds. “Someone chose to go commando tonight.” My voice is dark. “Makes it easier for what I am about to do.”
With a quick flick of my wrist, the blade opens up the remaining section of his pants, exposing his pathetic little cock. Standing in front of him, my hand reaches forward, gripping his cock and pulling the knife back towards myself, the blade gliding along his shaft. He screams and blood runs down his balls.
“Want to save this pathetic excuse of a dick you have?” I ask.
His head bobs up and down.
“Okay,” I hum. “Tell me what Rico wants.”
His eyes become wide, but he keeps his mouth shut. I raise a brow as the blade swipes at another angle. “Please! Please,” he sobs.
“Tell me!” I yell, my face now in his.
He isn’t going to give me anything, so I have to up the ante. I don’t want to be holding onto his dick any longer than I have been.
Do it!the monster screams in my head. The voice taking over tells my hand to swing the blade down towards the floor.
Leaving me standing here holding his disgusting worm.
His scream echoes through the tunnels.
It looks like he is about to pass out as I throw his cock across the room — he doesn’t need it anyway. Once I get the information I need, he is as good as dead.
His head whips to the side and he empties the contents of his stomach onto the tiled floor.
I hold the blade under his chin, still dripping with fresh blood. “What does Rico want?” My voice echoes around the room.
“H-h-he w-w-wants t-t-to —” But, before he can finish his sentence, he throws up again, this time in my direction, almost covering my shoes in vomit.
“What does Rico want?” I wrap my hand around his throat, ready to kill him now.
“H-he w-wants to r-rule b-b-both Blackmere and Murwood!” he cries. His eyes start to flutter, but I will not allow him to pass out.
I move with speed until I stand directly behind him. “I fucking know that, but why?” I spit the words at him. The blade in my hand now presses at the base of his throat.
“I-I don’t know.” He begins to cry more noticeably now.Fucking pussy. He is not meant for this world. All of Rico’s close men would never cave under the pressure of torture, they would take it all to their graves. But Carlos is piss weak and a coward.
Glancing down at my watch, I am shocked to see it’s three in the morning. I’ve been down here for hours. I want to get back home, shower and sleep, and I am certain Rico would now have all his men out looking for his little brother.
“Well I guess that’s it then, you have no fucking idea what your cunt of a brother is planning, so you are no longer of any use to us.”
I pull my Glock out from behind my back and point it directly at his face.
I can see the full whites of his eyes as they open wider at the sight of the gun. “No, please! Y-y-you don’t have to do this! Please, please Viper, have mercy on me, you don’t have to do this.”
This little fucker trying to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do is starting to piss me off. I lift the hand that holds my Glock, scratching the side of my head. He lets out a long breath, thinking I have changed my mind.
I shake my head, my eyes closing. “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” I sigh and open my eyes, pointing the gun at his head again and pull the trigger.
