Page 12 of Falcon

The night we took out Artemio, along with the cartel’s assassin, and two of his bodyguards, someone set fire to the warehouse and almost burned us alive. Which clearly indicates there are a handful of fuckers still out there coming for us because we took out their boss.

I killed the one who tried to put a bullet in Kenz, and I caught this one this morning. Why the hell they keep targeting Kenz is beyond me. The thought makes me turn to my phone to type another question in the app that turns text into voice.

“Why the woman?” the monotone voice states and I glare at the man’s bloody face.

The fucker coughs and lifts his head my way. “Your fault.”

My fault? I frown while the fucker laughs. Well, he tries to with the pain he’s enduring.

“First your woman will die, then you, and the rest of those biker idiots.” His smile is missing some teeth and saliva with blood is dripping down his chin.

Unimpressed by his statement, I type out a single word. “Why?”

The fucker spits out blood. “Eye for an eye, a loved one for a loved one. They die, you die, everyone dies.”

“Ah, you got him to talk,” my brother states as he stalks into the room. “The eye for an eye is for me I assume?”

Fuck, that’s right…Thorsten killed Artemio with a bullet between the eyes. So, why the fuck is it my fault?

I shake my head and point at my chest.

Thorsten frowns. “Why the fuck is he to blame? I’m the one who killed Artemio.”

The man tied to the chair curses and spits once more on the floor at my feet, fucking llama. “You will die just like your whore. First his whore will die, and then the moron who killed Silas. The order of everyone else’s death is irrelevant.”

Thorsten and I share a look. If Kenz is the target due to the eye for an eye, meaning I should suffer before they kill me? Then this is about Silas, with the order of everyone else being irrelevant.

I stalk to the wooden panel where the jagged knife is still lodged and pull it free. Walking back to the man in the chair, I fist his hair and place the knife at his throat. Letting my gaze hit Thorsten, I give him the slightest nod.

“All right, fucker, let’s speed things up.” Thorsten is wearing a pissed-off look. “Calling our old ladies whores will get you tortured, putting a hit on them will make you experience days of torture until we finally get bored enough to bring you to the brink of death, maybe revive you a few times…then we’ll chop you up until you stop breathing.”

In a swift move I cut off the tip of the fucker’s nose. His screams are a satisfying noise.

“Who the fuck is in charge?” Thorsten snarls and pulls back his fist to hit the asshole in the mutilated nose.

“Answer me, motherfucker, or there won’t be anything left to identify you.” Thorsten’s gaze hits mine. “Cut off his ears next. The holes in his head will be enough for him to hear my voice. Besides, it’s not like he gives me any answers, so he won’t need his fucking ears anyway.”

I place the cold steel flat against his head and put pressure on his ear. This is exactly what I did with my father. I did the torturing part while he demanded answers…Thorsten took his place. Though, the way my brother treats me is completely different.

Thorsten shoves a finger in the gaping hole of his nose. “Fucking tell me who put the hit on my brother’s old lady.”

The man howls in pain and grunts, “Amadeo Feliza and his girl, Renata Tadeo.”

Tadeo…the one I killed with a knife to the throat, after he shot Atteo, is Silas Tadeo. She must be his daughter while Amadeo is Artemio’s son. It makes perfect sense for those two to seek revenge.

Meaning I’m the one responsible for the hit on Kenz.

“Now tell me where they are staying,” Thorsten snarls, and I make sure to drag the knife over the fucker’s skin to motivate him.

His screams are now annoying me, and I need to lift my hand before I carve too deep and hit an artery. His sounds are incoherent.

Thorsten grabs him by the throat. “Use words, motherfucker.”

“House on Stonewall Road, it’s the white one. Doubt they are still there.”

My brother lets go of the fucker’s throat. He steps back and gives me a slight inclination with his head. We squeezed all the information out of this asshole we needed. Even if we signed a contract with the government to solve crime cases, Thorsten is still giving me the okay to kill this man.

Stepping around to his front, I pull my arm back and swing it forward with force. The knife hits him in the abdomen. I twist and pull back, repeating the move over and over until his guts are spilling out while the man’s head hangs unnaturally to the side, staring at nothing.

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