“I don’t have much to say, so let her stay dead,” he said with a nasty smirk. He quickly rubbed underneath his nose and stared down at me with one bloodshot eye. “She was a feisty little cunt, I’ll tell you that. But nowhere near the finest * I’ve ever had. Maybe even overrated. Gave it up a little too easily. A little too loose, to be honest. I hope you’ve been keeping that whore on a leash because there’s no way your small dick could have stretched her out like that.”
I swallowed the bile in my throat, every nerve inside me rattling like a beast in a cage, wanting to unleash. But the gun was pressed against my nose and even though I knew he’d lost some depth perception with that missing eye, he wouldn’t miss blowing my brains out if he pulled the trigger.
“But no,” he said, “other than that I don’t have much to say. I don’t believe in buying you anymore time. You got this far Javier, but you didn’t get all the way to the end.”
“You’re not going to torture me at all?” I asked, my eyes boring into his. “That doesn’t sound like you.”
He shrugged. “I’m a busy man, hey. Seeing you finally fucking die will be good enough for me. Seeing your ugly puta already dead beside you is just icing on the cake.” He sniffed hard through his nose. The guy was high as a kite. No wonder he just wanted to get this over with.
“So you’re saying you don’t want me to suck your dick?” I asked.
He blinked at me. “What?”
Suddenly Luisa wheezed loudly from beside me, taking in air, coming alive.
It was enough to startle Esteban.
It was enough for me to take advantage and knock his hand out of my face.
He pulled the trigger but it was too late for him, the bullet went whizzing into the side of the chopper and I leaped on him, forcing us both to the floor where we rolled toward the doors. For a moment he was on top, then I was on top, trying to hold him down and keep the gun from firing again. I was strong but he was on one hell of a cocaine high, which meant his adrenaline was on overdrive.
Then Luisa was above us both, gun in her hand, trained at Esteban’s face.
“Do it!” I yelled at her, my arms straining to keep him down, sweat dripping off my face and on to his.
“We’re doing it my way,” she said, voice hoarse, then aimed the gun at his legs. “Get out of the way, Javi.”
I briefly slid my legs off of him, enough for her to take the shot at his knee, blood splattering all over us.
Esteban screamed in agony, momentarily losing grip of his gun which I knocked free of his hand. Luisa quickly ran over to scoop it up, then immediately turned it around and shot a hole through his palm, close range.
Este bellowed like an animal, weakening beneath me and I raised my head to look at Luisa. She was grinning wildly, like she’d just received the best Christmas present ever.
“Hey,” I said to her. “I told you we were going to share him. Don’t hog all the fun.”
She looked somewhat bashful. “Sorry.”
I quickly got off him and flipped him over on his back, his blood spreading on the floor. I pulled out a pair of handcuffs I’d had on me and clipped him over the wrists, even though there wasn’t much left of one hand.
“The seats,” I told Luisa.
She ran over and straightened out all the seatbelts while I hauled Esteban over.
“Fuck you, fuck you,” he kept saying, even though his body was starting to shake from the shock.
“No, I fucked you, remember,” I reminded him, shoving him on the seat horizontally while Luisa quickly tied the belts around his legs and waist, keeping him in place. “You better not go into shock on me.”
I looked to Luisa. “Do you have the vial or did we lose it in the blast?”
She reached down and patted her soaking cargo pant pockets. She undid the button on one and brought out a small wet box that contained a syringe full of adrenaline. I didn’t want to give it to him yet, not until he was on the verge of unconsciousness, but I was glad we had it.
“How are you?” I asked her while Esteban moaned and thrashed on the seats.
“I feel like I drank a pool full of shit and my head won’t stop pounding and everything sounds like it’s coming from underwater. But other than that, I’m great.” She smiled brightly. Well, as brightly as one could for being about to torture the living hell out of someone.
She looked fucking fantastic.
I wrapped the last of the belts across Este’s chest, buckling them, then I straightened up, bearing over him.
“Este, Este, Este,” I said to him.
“Fuck you!” he screamed. He sniffed deep then spit forcefully at my face. “You fucking shit!”
I rolled my eyes and wiped it away.
“Well, that’s just rude,” I chided him. I looked at Luisa. “Get your knife out. Cut out his tongue.”
“No!” he screamed but I quickly drove my elbow into his mouth, shattering his teeth and jaw. It would help.
His head rolled to the side, his moaning never stopping, and spit out his teeth in a pile of blood. “That’s for being a traitor,” I told him. “For killing my sister. For hurting my wife. There’s plenty more where that came from.”