you wanna do?”
“Let’s go talk to the boys down at the storage shed, but I doubt they’ve got anything to do with this. Actually, I think they may have not agreed with Antonio about what was happening.”
“I’ll meet you at the car, I wanna do a quick check on the merchandise downstairs.”
“Sure.” G disappears and I walk out towards the car. All the guys are gathered around in the makeshift lounge room. Marko’s beside me when I stop to address the men.
“Your gun ready?” I ask Marko, he gives me one small nod.
“Antonio’s dead, and I’m after answers. If you know and don’t talk, then expect your family to die when I find out you’re involved. If you talk now, Marko will put one bullet in your head and that’ll be the end of it. The choice is yours and no one else’s. You run, I’ll find you, I’ll torture your family as you watch, then I’ll kill them and maim you but leave you alive to know that I fucked with your life; I’ll make sure you’re broken and I’ll make sure that you don’t take your own life because I’ll have you suffer for the rest of your natural born existence. One chance is all I’m giving. Step forward to meet your death if you’re involved.” I stand back and watch as some of the men stare around the room, some are shuffling on the spot and a couple are looking nervous. “Can you sit there and watch as I give the order to have your wife sodomised? Or remove the eyes of your sister? Because if you can, then remain silent and get ready for the show.” I look around once more and two men step forward. With a look to Marko, he’s instantly drawn and fired his weapon. Both men are dead, the others standing in close proximity have blood and brain matter splattered on them. But I don’t move, I wait to see if I have any other takers. No one says a word, no one makes eye contact, and no one even breathes wrongly.
“Clean them up. Next time I’m here I don’t want a stain or a stench in the house.”
A few move around and start lifting the bodies, I leave them to it. I don’t need to be here to watch the clean-up.
Marko opens the front door for me and once I’m through, he jogs ahead of me to open the car door. I slide in and wait for G. G gets in next to me after only a few moments.
“We good down there, G?”
“Everything looks fine, I’ll come back tomorrow and check it all out properly.”
I nod but remain quiet. My mind starts thinking about the situation at hand.
Antonio was working for or with someone else to take me down.
Two men stepped forward who were working for the unknown.
The unknown has Jeremy.
The unknown could still be one of my men. A smarter one who’s been plotting to take me down, using the others as puppets by hiding behind them.
Then there’s Betsy, Jeremy’s mother who doesn’t give a shit about him and just wants to line her pockets.
I’ve not heard nor have I listened to any conversation that’s been happening in the car, if there’s been any talk. But when I look out the window, Marko’s brought us to the Brent Street storage shed we own.
The storage shed is essentially an old factory unit, surrounded by the same old factory units. The DeLuca family owns the entire block but only one’s been sound proofed, has steel walls and floors with drainage pipes, making blood and broken bodies easier to dispense of. It’s a little different to the chamber I’ve got back at the house, this one’s used more for slow painful extractions of admissions and information.
Jason, Rocky and Lance are already here and waiting inside, but before I get to go through the door that G’s holding open for me my phone pings with a text message. It’s Jeremy’s number, as I open the text it’s another picture of Jeremy looking worse than he was in the first message and video. I can tell by the way he’s slumped and his head’s hanging to the side that he’s not going to withstand much more of whatever they’re doing to
“Let’s go talk to the boys down at the storage shed, but I doubt they’ve got anything to do with this. Actually, I think they may have not agreed with Antonio about what was happening.”
“I’ll meet you at the car, I wanna do a quick check on the merchandise downstairs.”
“Sure.” G disappears and I walk out towards the car. All the guys are gathered around in the makeshift lounge room. Marko’s beside me when I stop to address the men.
“Your gun ready?” I ask Marko, he gives me one small nod.
“Antonio’s dead, and I’m after answers. If you know and don’t talk, then expect your family to die when I find out you’re involved. If you talk now, Marko will put one bullet in your head and that’ll be the end of it. The choice is yours and no one else’s. You run, I’ll find you, I’ll torture your family as you watch, then I’ll kill them and maim you but leave you alive to know that I fucked with your life; I’ll make sure you’re broken and I’ll make sure that you don’t take your own life because I’ll have you suffer for the rest of your natural born existence. One chance is all I’m giving. Step forward to meet your death if you’re involved.” I stand back and watch as some of the men stare around the room, some are shuffling on the spot and a couple are looking nervous. “Can you sit there and watch as I give the order to have your wife sodomised? Or remove the eyes of your sister? Because if you can, then remain silent and get ready for the show.” I look around once more and two men step forward. With a look to Marko, he’s instantly drawn and fired his weapon. Both men are dead, the others standing in close proximity have blood and brain matter splattered on them. But I don’t move, I wait to see if I have any other takers. No one says a word, no one makes eye contact, and no one even breathes wrongly.
“Clean them up. Next time I’m here I don’t want a stain or a stench in the house.”
A few move around and start lifting the bodies, I leave them to it. I don’t need to be here to watch the clean-up.
Marko opens the front door for me and once I’m through, he jogs ahead of me to open the car door. I slide in and wait for G. G gets in next to me after only a few moments.
“We good down there, G?”
“Everything looks fine, I’ll come back tomorrow and check it all out properly.”
I nod but remain quiet. My mind starts thinking about the situation at hand.
Antonio was working for or with someone else to take me down.
Two men stepped forward who were working for the unknown.
The unknown has Jeremy.
The unknown could still be one of my men. A smarter one who’s been plotting to take me down, using the others as puppets by hiding behind them.
Then there’s Betsy, Jeremy’s mother who doesn’t give a shit about him and just wants to line her pockets.
I’ve not heard nor have I listened to any conversation that’s been happening in the car, if there’s been any talk. But when I look out the window, Marko’s brought us to the Brent Street storage shed we own.
The storage shed is essentially an old factory unit, surrounded by the same old factory units. The DeLuca family owns the entire block but only one’s been sound proofed, has steel walls and floors with drainage pipes, making blood and broken bodies easier to dispense of. It’s a little different to the chamber I’ve got back at the house, this one’s used more for slow painful extractions of admissions and information.
Jason, Rocky and Lance are already here and waiting inside, but before I get to go through the door that G’s holding open for me my phone pings with a text message. It’s Jeremy’s number, as I open the text it’s another picture of Jeremy looking worse than he was in the first message and video. I can tell by the way he’s slumped and his head’s hanging to the side that he’s not going to withstand much more of whatever they’re doing to