Page 46 of Trapping His Angel
I would find out later what sparked this reaction.
For now, my focus was on the threat to us.
My office door was open, and Makari was grinning at his computer.
“What is it?” I swept into the room, hoping for an update.
“I’ve narrowed it down to two phones, and I think we can confront these men before they give anything else away.”
My mind whirled. “I have a better idea. We torture as much information as we can out of him, and then keep the Yakuza girl.”
Makari’s eyes gleamed. “Yes. Let’s give her to one of the men. Once her virtue is gone, she’ll be ruined, and her father won’t have leverage any longer.”
“Play stupid fucking games,” I growled.
“Win stupid fucking prizes,” Makari declared. “I’ll pick the man who will deflower her. That way you have one less thing on your plate.”
“Thank you. I can admit, I want to steal Isadora away from here.”
He nodded in understanding, a recluse himself. “In due time. You won’t have much longer to wait.”
I knew he was trying to help me, but his response frustrated me more than anything else. Isadora was my wife. Must we suffer in this vast mansion? My home was perfect for the two of us. With a few extra bedrooms in case we had visitors.
They could also be converted to a child’s room.
“Let’s get them.” Makari picked up his phone and we headed out.
I wouldn’t bother the Pakhan with this. He asked me to take care of the rat problem, and that was all I needed to do. He didn’t need an hourly update. We would get the answers he sought and tell him afterward.
I sent out a message to the men to fall back into the compound. I wanted them all lined up outside on the front lawn. It was time to catch a rat.
Not too long after,all the men were lined up in single rows all over the front lawn. Makari and I walked down the line until we were in front of our two suspects.
“Show us your phones, gentlemen,” I commanded.
One sweated, while the other held his phone out to us, readily blubbering about how he would never betray the Brotherhood. I didn’t need to see any more. I nodded to two of the guards, and had them arrest the sweaty rat before me.
We marched him to the outer warehouse on the outskirts of the property. Viktor had this built for our dirty work. It kept the mayhem away from his wife. Tiffany would join in, not run away screaming, and that was what bothered him.
Sometimes it seemed as if Viktor’s wife was more unhinged than he was.
The men strung the rat up, and I walked to the wall of tools. I grabbed the pliers and a wrench, with a grin at the whimpering man.
“Let us begin.”
I walked toward him and dropped into a squat. I placed the wrench on the ground next to me as I ripped off one nail at a time with the pliers. The sound of his screams was a satisfying symphony. I picked up the wrench, pausing to chuck him under the chin, and force him to look at me as I asked.
“Why did your boss send you?” I hit him in the face with the wrench, holding back a cackle from the crunch of bone.
“Fuck you,” the man spat, before he started speaking in another language. Surprised, I swore loudly.
“Fucker isn’t Russian, he’s a Jap.” I wished I knew what he was saying, but we didn’t have a translator on hand.
The man blubbered with a smile, babbling in his language, which I ignored, irritated we didn’t see it before. Fucking ninjas always trying to infiltrate our ranks.
Cursing, I ripped off another nail. “Why did he send you?”
He babbled in his language, no longer even attemptingEnglish. On and on it went, with me asking the same question. When the man was a bloody mess in front of me, I let out a long sigh.