“Yes. He approached me, pairing me with one of his men. He offered me a forty percent cut.”
My lip curls with disgust.
The Irish.
They are despicable. The fact that they had the balls to try to cheat in my casino? That cannot go unpunished.
“Thank you for letting me know.”
The guy looks relieved for a moment, thinking he has made it out with minor bruises or cuts. That’s not on the agenda tonight, though.
Stepping closer, he flinches, unsure what to make of my move.
“Hold his right hand out,” I demand.
Akito and Kenji brace the man, Kenji holding out his hand.
“Wait. No. I told you. Please don’t do this. Please. I won’t ever do it again,” the man begs.
I pause, nodding as if I agree. “You’re right. You learned your lesson, didn’t you?”
The man jerks his head up and down frantically.
Then I smile. Not a friendly smile. No, this smile is only for those who will be on the receiving end of my wrath.
“Good. I’m glad. Now we send a message to the others.”
I smell the scent of urine fill the air as I move closer to the man. I glance down, chuckling as I notice the wet patch on the front of his pants.
“They always piss themselves,” I muse, lining up the bolt cutters with his pinky finger.
“Disgusting,” Akito mutters.
Kenji stays silent, as always.
Pressing the handles together, I use my strength, smiling as I hear the bone crush, the sickening sound of the flesh giving way.
His screams fill the air of the empty storage room, but no one will hear him. Even if there was anyone around, no one would come to his rescue.
Crossing a Yakuza means certain death.
This is my favorite part of the job. Allowing my demon out to play. Showing everyone just who they were dealing with.
Especially the Irish. I don’t know what their end game is. We have been straddling a very thin line of tolerance to avoid a war neither one of us can afford to lose. Them coming into our territory and shitting on us like this cannot go unpunished.
Once the digit pops off, rolling across the floor, I look up to Kenji.
“What do you think? Is one enough or should I take two?” When he doesn't respond, giving me a bored look, I smile. “Three? Four? Fuck it, Kenji. You talked me into it. Let’s take all five.”
Akito lets out a low chuckle.
The man in front of me is crying, his body shaking. I don’t think he can even hear anything I’m saying.
“What do you think, Roger?” I ask the man, using the bolt cutters to pull his chin up.
He has snot running down his face, his eyes taking on a dazed look.
“I think he might pass out, boys.” I chuckle, dropping his chin.
