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I have to say, prison hasn't been kind to former special agent Ford Baker...and it's downright hysterical seeing him in his orange jumpsuit.
He lifts his head and glares at me. Looks like there's still some fight in those rat blue eyes of his after all.
“Well I'll be damned,” he scoffs. “If it isn't junior DeLuca.”
He snorts. “Right down to the damn suit.”
I snicker, look around the small room, and take a step forward until I'm standing directly in front of him.
And then I jam my knee into his nose so fucking quick he doesn't know what hit him.
He screams out in agony as I hear the satisfying crunch of the bones in his nose breaking.
“Jesus Christ,” he wails.
“No, not Jesus,” I say as I fish my knife out of my pocket.
“But then again...the devil's son doesn't have a name—does he?”
His eyes open wide and that's when I see the unmistakable look of pure fear in them. And I relish in it.
I hold the knife up to his face. “What's my name, bitch?”
Tears are forming in his eyes and it's fucking beautiful. “R-Ricardo,” he chokes out.
That's when I drag the knife down the side of his face—slicing him from his ear to his jaw, purposely resembling the jagged scar DeLuca had. “Wow, would you look at that,” I sneer. “Now you look just like him too.”
“What do you want?” he cries out. “I'm already in jail—haven't I been punished enough?”
“Not even close,” I bark. “But I may have mercy on you...if you give me some information.”
“What kind of information?”
“Who else was behind the shit that went down in the warehouse?”
His eyes turn hard and he smiles. “I plead the 5th.” He holds the side of his face and he starts cackling. “Because knowing what I know...is worth rotting in a prison cell.” He bares his teeth. “And watching you all suffer...will be worth dying for.”
In one singular moment, my hand wraps around his throat and he's gasping for air.
I knew Ford wasn't going to play nice, but the fact that I now have confirmation that there's someone else behind this—but I don't know who the fuck it could be, makes my stomach fill with lead.
But it also means I can't kill Ford because he's the only shot I have at finding any answers. However, despite his cowardly nature, he's a tough nut to crack.
Which means I have to break him to the point he'll spill...and that might take a few days.
I dig the knife back into the gash I've made on his face and twist it, loving the feeling of his muscles and tissues separating—combined with the sounds of his screams.
After a minute or two, I pull the knife out and he lets out a small sob.
And that's when I start laughing. “Not so pretty now are you?”
I lean in close and whisper, “But don't worry, Special Agent. I promise Bubba's go
Panic flashes across his face as the door opens and in walks one of the biggest motherfuckers I've ever seen.
Hell, he's even bigger than me.
I regard him with a nod. “Hey, Dwayne. Have you met Special Agent Ford Baker, yet?”
Dwayne rubs his hands together and Ford cowers. “Special Agent,” he coos. “I don't believe I've had the pleasure. But rumor has it he's been saving that tight little virgin ass just for me.”
Damn right—I put out specific orders that no one was allowed to touch Ford until I gave the go-ahead.
And that go-ahead is right fucking now.
I pat him on the shoulder and my eyes cut to Ford's. “He sure is, Dwayne.”
I walk toward the door. “Heard he likes it rough, too.”
“You motherfucker,” Ford shouts as Dwayne advances toward him. “God, I can't fucking wait,” he screams. “I can't wait until that pretty head of hers is torn right off her hot little body after her cunt’s been fucked so hard she's the one screaming and begging for mercy.”
Ice crawls up my spine as a sound unlike any I've ever heard before rips from my throat and I lunge for him. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Go to hell you—”
Ford doesn't get a chance to finish that sentence.
“Oh, fuck,” some deep voice says behind me as I plunge my knife deep into Ford's eyeball and he screams like the little bitch he is.
“Do it, Dwayne,” I growl.
He looks hesitant for a moment before he begins removing Ford's jumpsuit.
However, that's not good enough for me anymore.
I shake my head and dig the knife in deeper. “That's not where I want you to stick it.”
Dwayne understandably looks confused—until I pull my knife back...and with it comes Ford's blood soaked, crystal blue eyeball. “I've made a new hole for you, Dwayne.”
I watch as Dwayne drops his pants and positions himself in front of Ford and he screams so loud his voice gives out.
“You have 48 hours to tell me what I need to know, Ford. Or I'll take your ear next and Dwayne here will fuck that hole until he rattles your brain enough and you come clean.”
I slam the door behind me as my phone begins ringing.
My stomach recoils and I mutter a curse when I see an Italian phone number flash across the screen.
I have no idea why someone from the DeLuca Council is calling me right now...but I do know that I can't ignore them.