“He’s alive,” fuck-face one declared, bending down to check Blackie’s pulse.
“Christ, it stinks in here,” Jimmy said.
That made me smile. Shameless.
Satan kneeled before me, lifting my chin with his finger and forced me to look into his eyes. If I had any saliva left in my mouth, I’d spit right in his face. Ghost Reina would haunt this fuck too.
“How you doing pretty girl, ready to give Jimmy some answers?” He asked, referring to himself in the first person. Weird.
“What do you want?” I hissed.
“I want you to tell me what you’re doing with Satan’s Knights. Are you like that pussy Danny and don’t know which side of the fence to play?” He demanded.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.
“They think I don’t know what they’re planning. They tried to pull the wool over my eyes but I know everything. I know that Danny was a lying cocksucker, using his last name to get in with G-Man, but I didn’t know he was an informant for the Satan’s Knights,” he said, as he paced in front of me. “I thought you were just some broad he was fucking when I saw your pictures, but I didn’t calculate you would run back to Jack and give him everything I worked so hard to destroy. It takes a lot of work to make a federal agent disappear. It takes even more work for his cases to vanish along with him,” he rambled.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I didn’t even know that Danny was a Fed, you moron. I thought he was some big shot investment banker. And I didn’t know he had a brother” I shrieked, sweat dripping from my eyelashes. The bastard must’ve turned the heat up again.
“A brother?” He asked, perplexed. “What does him having a brother have anything to do with this? Are you trying to fuck with my head, girl?”
“Jack and Danny are brothers,” I said, through clenched teeth. I watched as his eyes narrowed and his fists clench at his sides.
Shit, I said the wrong thing. Fuck! But in my own defense I’m pretty sure I was becoming delirious.
“Brothers,” he repeated.
I swallowed hard, eyes wide as I watched him carefully. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head.
“And as far as whatever cases he had, I sure as hell wasn’t privy to that shit since I didn’t even know his real occupation. But even if I had been, I wouldn’t have grabbed whatever proof he was collecting against you because I was in the house when you set it on fire.” Yeah, even in the state I was in, I could read between the lines. Jack had confirmed that the fire wasn’t an accident and that he would make the man responsible pay. “You made sure nothing was left, nothing left of Danny or his business and nearly nothing left of me,” I seethed, as I stared him in the eye. “I hope the flames bite you in the ass when you’re in Hell. I hope they torment you like they did me, and I pray to God that you suffer slowly.”
“Shut up,” he shouted. “Shut your fucking mouth!” He turned to his sidekick and demanded, “In fact, gag the bitch.”
“Wait” I forced out. “Can I please have a glass of water?”
Jimmy snarled as he looked at me. “Get her a glass of water.”
“Boss, we’re going to be late for our meet with Sanchez,” fuck-face two replied.
“Just get her the damn water,” Jimmy yelled. Moments later he was handed a glass, extended it to my lips and aided me in sipping the water since my hands were tied. I gulped it all down except for the last sip. When he removed the glass from my lips I let the water swish around in my mouth before I spat it in his face.
“Fucking bitch,” he screeched, pulling a handkerchief from his pants and wiping his face. “Blindfold her too, it’s time to teach the naughty girl a lesson,” he crooned, balling up the handkerchief and throwing it at me. “One by one I will strip you of all your senses.”
I didn’t have a chance to reply, the handkerchief was picked up by one of the men and rolled into a ball before he shoved it into my mouth and sealed it with a strip of duct tape.
I gagged and then everything went black as he took my sense of sight away.
“Well? How much is there?” I asked Pipe, as he loaded the suitcase with the heroine.
“More than enough,” he stated, turning to Riggs. “You really came through, kid.”
My phone rang before I could agree with Pipe and thank Riggs. I glanced down at the number and realized it was Bianci calling from the pre-paid phone.
“Talk to me,” I answered.
“He’s agreed to meet Sanchez in one hour at Pier 33. I’m bringing Sanchez with me, just in case but we should have the place surrounded. I don’t know if he’s coming or one of his men. Sanchez says Jimmy trusts no one and usually does the deal himself,” Anthony said with frustration.