The man’s leg shook as a stream of piss ran out of his pant leg and across his shoe into a puddle on the floor.
“I take that as a yes, then?” I grinned. “You feel like having a nice long chat now?”
“Y-yes,” he stammered. “I didn’t know.”
“Know?”
“They didn’t say who you were. I don’t know who you are,” he repeated. “I’ve been taking odd jobs for years from him. I got the tattoo after the first job. He said I was part of the family, that this was the last test.”
Him. At first he said they, now he said him. Why? I stored that piece of information in my memory and asked, “How many years?”
“Six, maybe seven.”
“You a local?” I bared my teeth and leaned in.
He nodded his mouth trembling again. “I never met with the main guy. My orders always came from someone else.”
“Name?”
“I don’t know.”
I cocked the gun and pushed the point of it against his skull. “Name?”
“I don’t know!” William whimpered, his teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.
Rolling my eyes, I rose from my seat and slowly approached him. With a grunt, I pulled William’s arm out and twisted until I heard a pop. “Name?”
The man started screaming. I covered his mouth with my hand, muffling the sound.
“You can kill me.” He dry heaved. “You can threaten me… all I know is he goes by Angel Santiago, but I think it’s a made-up name.”
“No shit.” I dropped him to the floor and wiped my hands on my jeans.
“Hey.” Tex pointed to the clock in our room. “Our meeting’s in a few minutes. What’s your call?”
I shrugged. “We take him with us. If he works for Campisi, we’ll at least see some recognition on his face. If not, then we’ll set him up in a room, put a few men outside, and let him eat his last meal.”
William let out a low whimper from his spot on the floor. Whoever he was, clearly he hadn’t been broken before. The man was already dead and he didn’t even know it.
“I’m not killing you.” I rolled my eyes. “So stop being dramatic. Believe me, if I wanted you dead, your ass would be dead.”
“Uplifting.” Chase nodded in approval.
“Always.” I popped my knuckles and stretched my arms high above my head. Tex yawned from the corner.
“Should I call the girls?”
A soft knock sounded at the door. I whipped my head around. “Shit.” I held up my hand and motioned for the guys to be silent as I made my way toward the door and looked through the peep hole.
“Of course.” I rolled my eyes and opened it wide as the girls all shuffled in. Trace’s eyes bulged as she looked at William. I had to give it to her, she didn’t even flinch. The guy was an absolute mess. Dislocated arm. Two swollen eyes, blood still spewing from parts of his body, and of course he still smelled like piss. Really he was a sight. Trace sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples briefly before flashing me a confident smile. God, I loved her. I loved her for dealing with this, for not running away screaming, for trusting me. Most of all? For seeing the ugly, and loving me anyway.
Mo was used to that type of scene. She was examining her nails while Mil stepped around her and stared in curiously.
William’s face flinched just enough to give me pause, his eyes on Mil. “What? You recognize her?”
He shook his head violently.
Before anyone could say anything, I grabbed Mil by the elbow and thrust her into his face. “Think really hard.”
“Nixon!” Chase yelled frantically. “Let her go.”
“Think.” I squeezed her arm, causing a little yelp of pain to escape her lips. In the corner of my vision I spotted Chase’s lunge for me. As Tex tried to push him back, the man’s eyes watered, and then he closed them as a tear slid down his cheek. Hell doesn’t make him break, but an attractive girl makes him cry?
“I didn’t recognize you,” he muttered, almost like he was talking to himself.
Releasing Mil, I waited for the guy to talk more.
“She was so much younger in those days.”
Mil looked at William in confusion. “I’m sorry. I don’t know you.”
“That is probably for the best,” the man confessed. “Besides, we met in very… unusual circumstances.”
“Two minutes.” I nodded. “Give me the short version.”
“Do you not know who she is?” the man sputtered, looking from me to Mil.
“Of course I know who she is.” I felt a headache coming on. “But I want to know how you know.”
“The Cave,” he said simply. “Everyone knew of it.”
“The C-cave.” Mil’s lower lip trembled. “Why does that—” Her face went completely pale, and I thought she was going to pass out. Instead she lunged away from me and punched him in the jaw, knocking him out cold.
“Hot,” Tex muttered, pacing back and forth like a caged lion. Fights always left him on edge, like he’d just taken a shot of adrenaline and was ready for more.
“Mil…” Chase was at her side in an instant. “What was that about?”
Her lips were still trembling, but she forced a smile and shrugged. “Can’t let you guys have all the fun. Don’t we have a meeting?”