pride and joy - the massive fish tank so large it formed one wall of the club entrance. It had cost him thousands to have installed. There was a huge crack and the entire thing gave way. They leapt back into the coat check room as a mini tidal wave spilled out into reception, down the steps and out into the street, leaving dozens of exotic fish flopping about on the floor.
“Poor fish,” said Jules sadly. “It’s not their fault their owner’s a prick. You two,” she barked, pointing at the two busty coat check girls with the crowbar. “If you’re quick you can save them. Get some bowls of water.”
They both nodded and rushed to the bar to obey her order.
“Don’t step on them,” Jules told the men, indicating the fish as they rushed out the door, Mark and Hayden dragging one of the bouncers along with them. They threw him into the back of the van then jumped in after him. Once everyone was inside Declan, who was sat at the wheel, set off. They were gone before the police arrived. The entire operation had taken less than four minutes.
“What have we got here?” said Mikey as between them Grant and Hayden manoeuvred the bouncer down the steps to the cellar in the belly of the compound. Most people who were manoeuvred down here never came out because this was where those they required information from were brought to be tortured. The room was spotless and sterile, a large table lying in the centre of the room with drainage channels cut into the side for the blood to run away, leading directly to a drain in the floor. A metal cabinet stood off to one side full of a variety of torture implements and a vast chest freezer sat squat and sinister in the corner, waiting for its next occupant. This was where anyone who died down here ended up, the body frozen to make it easier and much less messy to cut up and dispose of.
“His name is Bear,” said Jules cheerfully. Given his huge hairy body and thick beard they all thought the nickname appropriate. “Nilsen was careless leaving one of his crew on the door.”
“I’m not one of his crew,” growled Bear. “I just work security at the club. That’s it.”
“We all know that’s bollocks Bear,” she countered. “Where is he or do you want us to torture it out of you?”
“Fuck off you biker slag. I know about you, you were Jasper White’s bitch.”
“Don’t you mean he was my bitch?” she said with a malicious grin.
“You were nothing but a petty little drug dealer and now your name’s changed to Maguire you suddenly think you’re the dog’s bollocks. Well you’re nothing and you always will be.” His bearded face split into a grin. “I know what your mummy and daddy did to you.”
Before anyone could stop her, Jules flew at Bear, kicked him to his knees and pressed her knives to his throat. “What the fuck do you know about that?”
“I know they sold you to the highest bidder,” he said before laughing in her face.
Pain lanced through Jules and she pressed the knives harder against his skin.
“Jules, we need him alive,” said Jez.
“I know,” she replied before stabbing Bear through his left cheek. He released a cry of horror as she twisted the blade, opening up a large hole in the side of his face.
“Look, I can see his tongue,” she said, peering through the hole. She leaned in to mutter in Bear’s ear, “when we’re done with you I’m going to cut that nasty tongue out of your head.” She kicked him and he slumped sideways.
“Damn,” said Hayden quietly. The woman was a psychopath but if what Bear had said about her parents was true then no wonder.
Jules turned her back to the room while she got a grip of herself, still clutching her knives.
“You okay?” said Mikey quietly, coming up behind her.
“How did he know?” she whispered.
“Let’s find out.”
She looked over her shoulder at Mikey, gave him a nod and slid the knives back into their sheaths so quickly he almost missed it. They turned back to
“Poor fish,” said Jules sadly. “It’s not their fault their owner’s a prick. You two,” she barked, pointing at the two busty coat check girls with the crowbar. “If you’re quick you can save them. Get some bowls of water.”
They both nodded and rushed to the bar to obey her order.
“Don’t step on them,” Jules told the men, indicating the fish as they rushed out the door, Mark and Hayden dragging one of the bouncers along with them. They threw him into the back of the van then jumped in after him. Once everyone was inside Declan, who was sat at the wheel, set off. They were gone before the police arrived. The entire operation had taken less than four minutes.
“What have we got here?” said Mikey as between them Grant and Hayden manoeuvred the bouncer down the steps to the cellar in the belly of the compound. Most people who were manoeuvred down here never came out because this was where those they required information from were brought to be tortured. The room was spotless and sterile, a large table lying in the centre of the room with drainage channels cut into the side for the blood to run away, leading directly to a drain in the floor. A metal cabinet stood off to one side full of a variety of torture implements and a vast chest freezer sat squat and sinister in the corner, waiting for its next occupant. This was where anyone who died down here ended up, the body frozen to make it easier and much less messy to cut up and dispose of.
“His name is Bear,” said Jules cheerfully. Given his huge hairy body and thick beard they all thought the nickname appropriate. “Nilsen was careless leaving one of his crew on the door.”
“I’m not one of his crew,” growled Bear. “I just work security at the club. That’s it.”
“We all know that’s bollocks Bear,” she countered. “Where is he or do you want us to torture it out of you?”
“Fuck off you biker slag. I know about you, you were Jasper White’s bitch.”
“Don’t you mean he was my bitch?” she said with a malicious grin.
“You were nothing but a petty little drug dealer and now your name’s changed to Maguire you suddenly think you’re the dog’s bollocks. Well you’re nothing and you always will be.” His bearded face split into a grin. “I know what your mummy and daddy did to you.”
Before anyone could stop her, Jules flew at Bear, kicked him to his knees and pressed her knives to his throat. “What the fuck do you know about that?”
“I know they sold you to the highest bidder,” he said before laughing in her face.
Pain lanced through Jules and she pressed the knives harder against his skin.
“Jules, we need him alive,” said Jez.
“I know,” she replied before stabbing Bear through his left cheek. He released a cry of horror as she twisted the blade, opening up a large hole in the side of his face.
“Look, I can see his tongue,” she said, peering through the hole. She leaned in to mutter in Bear’s ear, “when we’re done with you I’m going to cut that nasty tongue out of your head.” She kicked him and he slumped sideways.
“Damn,” said Hayden quietly. The woman was a psychopath but if what Bear had said about her parents was true then no wonder.
Jules turned her back to the room while she got a grip of herself, still clutching her knives.
“You okay?” said Mikey quietly, coming up behind her.
“How did he know?” she whispered.
“Let’s find out.”
She looked over her shoulder at Mikey, gave him a nod and slid the knives back into their sheaths so quickly he almost missed it. They turned back to
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