Page 32 of Lord of Vice
“Do you really think I’m that stupid, my friend?”
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing over at Dima, who stood next to me with his arms crossed. My brigadier enjoying playing the part of bully every so often. After the earlier attempt, we were all in cranky moods. That’s why when he made a comment in Russian, I wasn’t surprised.
“Otrezat’ yemu palets.”
Cut off his finger.
The idea had already entered my mind. I took another puff of my cigar, enjoying the smoke billowing in my lungs. I doubted the few cigars were going to be the death of me. My enemies would ultimately find a way. That was the way of our kind.
Breck was already sweating, obviously realizing he’d found himself in a lion’s den.
“The pills are called Gray Death. Do you know why?”
“No.”
“Because an overdose is quick and quite painful. It includes vomiting and loss of the ability to breathe, even seizures. The lovely women you brought here will feel the effects for a verylong time. Where did you get the drugs? I do not want to waste time, Breck, as I am a very busy man.”
He swallowed hard, glancing from Dima back to me. “I don’t remember.”
Sighing, I closed my eyes, slowly lowering my head while my three men chuckled. I rubbed my eyes, trying my best to keep my anger to a minimum. “We’re going to try this one more time, only I’ll ask the question differently. Maybe that will help.”
The kid didn’t say anything, just continued to sweat.
“Someone told you to enter my club with drugs in cute little baggies to offer your friends. Yes?”
“No, I just…”
I was already weary of the game. The kid was hiding something, the information vital for me to learn. I pulled out the cutter, handing it to Dima. I’d had enough excitement for the evening at this point.
Maybe I was getting soft. Or perhaps needed time away from Sin City. Maybe Cuba. It was beautiful this time of year. I could take Red Penny with me. We’d stay at my favorite little resort, the location right on the water. I was getting ahead of myself. I had to handle business first.
It took Breck a few seconds longer than what I would consider normal before he realized I didn’t need to snip the end of my cigar once again.
The two soldiers also knew how I worked, one of them grabbing the man’s hand, the second holding the man’s other arm against the chair.
As Dima walked closer, I was surprised how strong Breck was for being slight in size. He bucked and whimpered, almost managing to pull free from his predicament.
Why was it my thoughts drifted back to Penny and how she almost found enough strength to get off my lap? My hand was itching to spank her all over again.
Dima wasted no time, glancing at me only once to see which finger I would prefer.
“Nachni s mizintsa.” I also used Russian in a case like this, which often proved scary enough I was told what was required without having the need to go through whatever method of encouraging answers I’d determined.
“What? What did you say? What are you doing? No. No! My father won’t like it.”
“Ah, your father. Did you know he and I are good buddies?” Which was a fucking lie. I couldn’t stand the pompous bastard who’d tried to bring the letter of the law down on me.
“Not possible. Not possible.” The kid was shaking violently, ready to sob like a baby when Dima shoved his little finger through the cutting mechanism.
“And why is that?”
“My father hates you. He wants you gone.” He was ready to blubber, the fear in his eyes tremendous.
Did Breck really think he was telling me something I didn’t know? “Breck, I don’t feel the need to rid you of a digit, but I will if you don’t tell me what I need to hear. Who provided you with the drugs?”
“I can’t. He’ll kill me.”
I lifted an eyebrow, giving Dima a slight nod. At least we were getting somewhere. When Dima pressed the blade just to Breck’s finger, the kid let off a tremendous scream, better than any woman could do.