Page 55 of The Sicilian Bastard
"If you don't say anything, I'm going to kill you slowly. What's it going to be? Me or the cartel? Either way, you're dying."
I heated the bowl more and his screams intensified. The smell of burning flesh started permeating the air. The bowl was fusing to his skin from the heat.
"You! You! I choose you." That was surprising. Normally, my victims would choose who they're loyal to. The devil they know and all that. Also, they had no proof that I would keep my word. The cartel must be even scarier than we thought.
"How many men are in the inner circle?" Once we got started, it went pretty quickly back and forth.
"Seven."
"Where are they?"
"They normally all hang out at the estate. Tonight, they should be there because el jefe is having an important meeting or something like that." He was a sweaty mess. Torture would do that to a person.
"What's the meeting about?"
"I don't know, man. I don't know." The rat in the bowl was still making squeaking noises. I guessed he didn't get the memo to calm down. I asked more questions and he spilled his guts. I still wasn't satisfied, though. I heated the bowl despite Mario's cries. I relished the pain, my cock growing hard as he screamed from being eaten. I knew the moment the rat reached his insides and burrowed into his body. He danced on my table like he could dislodge the rat back out. I cackled. The screams were so loud, I didn't hear the pop until it was too late.
Vincenzo hit the floor. I whirled around with the blowtorch to see blood streaming out of Vincenzo's arm. He'd been shot. I had adrenaline through my veins as I stalked out of the warehouse looking for the shooter. What I hadn't been expecting was being surrounded. The cartel had found me, which meant their reach was larger here than I knew. Well, I wasn't going to go down easy. The first soldier ran up on me and I blew the torch in his direction. He screamed as he fell into the dirt. The man in charge of this run pointed at me and yelled orders in Spanish. I wasn't sure what he said, but I knew it was along the lines of kill him, get him, something. I started throwing knives. I always kept a few on my person, in case. I took out two more soldiers before I got a gunshot to my left shoulder. I went down on one knee and pulled my gun out of the back of my jeans. I started shooting, but my focus was a little hazy. I was losing blood pretty quickly. I popped off two more shots before my hand dropped the gun I was holding. I bent down to grab another weapon, feeling woozy. I heard a crunch behind me and spun around, but it was too late. The blow to the head was sudden and I hit the dirt face first. My eyes closed from the concussion I was bound to have.
