Page 59 of Ma Belle Marguerite
We walk in silence to his office downstairs. When I follow him into the room, I see Josh in the corner with a bunch of computers set up, typing away furiously. D is nowhere to be seen. I can’t believe Rex is sharing his office space, our fathers would never do that.
“Got anything for me about what just happened outside, Josh?” Rex using his angry boss voice on someone other than me is even sexier. Down girl, focus.
“D has the guy who shot Bella in the basement. I’m looking him up now.” He types away on his computer and is doing things so fast I can’t keep up. “So it seems he’s someone that your brother had contact with from that job out of town.” Josh doesn’t even look away from his computer while he talks.
“Fucking Cole!” Out of the corner of my eye I see Rex throw something at the wall and break the photo hanging there.
“Boss…” Josh hesitates. “You’re going to want to see this.” He has stopped typing and sounds nervous.
I go over to see what it is, I’m not being left out of this. My kids are here and that could have easily been one of them shot instead of me.
“Cole is at the bar with at least thirty people. All of which are associated with the guy in the basement.”
He has a security camera feed up on one screen. I see so many things I don’t understand until I see a hospital report opened on another screen. It feels like my blood is leaving my body, a shiver runs down my spine.
“Bella, go to your room. I need to take care of something in the basement.” Rex turns and leaves before I can even answer him.I know what happens in the basement. He can just kiss my ass.
Chapter 26
Alexander
Istorm my way into the basement.I’m going to kill my brother if it is the last thing that I do.But first, this man will die; he hurtMa Belleand needs to pay. There will be no taking it easy.
I open the door to see the guy Josh mentioned strapped to a chair. His arms are bound to the side. D is punching the guy in his stomach while classical opera music plays loudly along with pained groans. He looks up as he hears the door slam shut. He walks over to the radio and turns the volume down so we canspeak. “Come to have a turn, boss? He isn’t giving up anything yet.”
“I don’t need him to tell me anything. I already know who he is, where he came from, and who he works for.” I remove my shirt and place it on the table in the corner. I’d rather not get blood on it, it’s my favorite.
“Oh, you’re in trouble now, buddy.” D is just playing with the guy like he is a toy. He used to be in the army, and his specialty was interrogation. But he also enjoys watching me have fun, he’s a real team player. It’s part of why we get along so well. He really likes my innovative ideas as well.
As I turn back to look at the asshole who is about to be crying like a little bitch I see D has all my favorite toys out and ready for me. Such a great right-hand man.
“I do have a couple of questions for you, though, before you go for a swim.” I grab my pliers and stand before the guy strapped to the chair. Might as well start simple and predictable.
The asshole tries to spit at me but misses. “I won’t tell you anything stupid mother fucker.” His words are slurred; D did a real number on his face before I got here.
“Why did Cole send you here?” He tries to hide the shock on his face by looking at the ground like it is the most interesting thing he has ever seen. “Yes, I wasn’t lying when I said I knew things. If you want this to go easier for you then you could just confirm what I know and we could be done here.”
He keeps his mouth shut. It's time to do some nail trimming, I guess. Not that I am complaining. It has been awhile since I have had someone to play with.
I start with his left hand, slowly pulling his thumbnail off first. His groans turn into screams, and the tension builds as I pull harder and harder, until his nail is severed from the digit with a pop. I take my time pulling each fingernail off his hand while he screams and cries in pain. It is music to my ears.
I hold my hand out to D and he already has my next toy ready for me. It is a bit unconventional, but it works.
“I will ask you again: Why did Cole send you here?” He remains stoic. This guy is tough, minus his cries of pain, I’ll give him that.
“I don’t know who that is.” He tries to be brave and lie to me.
“You’re willing to die for my piece of shit brother? He is currently at the bar with all your buddies. They’re drinking and laughing. Not one of them cares that you aren’t there, and they aren’t looking for you. Cole knew whoever he sent was going on a suicide mission and you were the expendable one.” I see a look of anger pass through his eyes quickly, but he schools it.
“Suit yourself.” Shrugging my shoulders I take the large fish hook from D and use the pliers to get a good grip on it. He reaches out and holds the guy's thumb still for me, because even with his arm strapped down he can still move his fingers and this will hurt. I need precision and control to get the hook in the right place.
Holding the hook I push it through his thumb, where his nail used to be. Stopping part way through his thumb giving him a ‘last chance’ look. He still says nothing, well aside from some screamed out swear words, so I push the hook the rest of the way through.
“Still nothing to say? That’s fine. This is my favorite hook, so I will be needing it back.” I rip it out by pulling it back through the way it went in.
He passes out from the pain.Maybe he isn’t as tough as I thought. Little fucking bitch.
We give him a moment while I update D on what Josh told me about Cole being at the bar with the rest of the men from the job out of town he did recently.
