Kidnapped by the Boss (III)

The man's eyes widen as saucers when he completely empties the rest of the syringe's content into the wound, the screams are heard throughout the room, they are desperate, torturous, and honestly, a normal person would be greatly affected by witnessing this, but no one here, including Mr. Hotchner, is a normal person. His body contorts and spasms every now and then, I can't imagine what he's feeling, but from his expression and from his body's reaction it's damn painful, I wouldn't want to be in his place. . Claus, unlike him, is enjoying this a lot. After a few minutes watching him, he takes his hair and pulls it to raise his face and thus detail his expression, the man's ragged breathing lets him know that he is still conscious but just barely, he blurts out annoyed

“Damn weakling ...” and without further ado he punches him in the face that knocks out a tooth, I see how he shakes his hand and curses under his breath even it hurt him, I shake my head and approach the man

“Hotchner, we can continue with this or stop, it's up to you...” the man raises his face towards me as he can and answers in just a whisper

“Go... to... fuck... Dark...” he smiled broadly and whispered back.

“Okay… Claus…” I call my best friend who this time comes with a tweezers in his hands.

“what do you need more? A tooth or a nail? ...” he asks the man, then he sees me amused and comments tousling his hair

“Dark, what is more important a nail or a tooth?...” I see the man who looks at me with contempt and I comment

“A tooth…” Claus smiles broadly and replies

“A tooth will be...” He gestures to the mirror in front and the door opens, entering two of my men, they position themselves next to their victim and take him by force, one of them presses the side of his face forcing him to open the door. mouth, Claus approaches him with a devilish smile on his face and a crazy gleam in his eyes

“The tooth fairy won't bring you anything for this...” he says in a childish tone, taking one of the man's fangs and pulling it hard, I see the man struggle and scream while Claus with one last pull removes the root tooth , the blood drains out of the mouth of the man who, when he lets go, his face falls on his chest, exhausted. Claus looks with amusement at the tooth he is holding and says 

“Do you think if I put it under my pillow it will bring me something?...” I roll my eyes and shake my head with a smile... “don't be boring Dark...” he comments looking at me seriously, then he approaches the table and He drops the tweezers into a bowl of water, sighs and turns to see the unconscious man leaning back from the table.

“Do you think he will talk?...” I ask, he shrugs and responds frustrated

“I may die even before I can really have fun with him...” I shake my head and answer him

“I need information Claus and a corpse will not give it to me...”  he lets out a snort and answers annoyed

“Okay I will be affectionate with him...” I approach and tell him

“If she doesn't speak in the next three hours, bring her daughter...” Claus sees me surprised and I snap at him... “you're not going to hurt her, we just need you to listen to her...” she nods smiling and comments

“I was saying…” I hit him on the back of the head and I walk towards the door, I stop and tell him

“Please do not cause such a ruckus, yes?...” He sees me with a sinister smile and answers me

“As calm as a 5-year-old with a new toy...” I shake my head and leave the room, once outside one of my men approaches me and tells me

“Sir, you have visitors…” I frown and ask

“who?...” the man hesitates a moment before answering and whispers

“Robertson…” I roll my eyes and I snap.

“Tell him I'm not in the mood to see him...”

“I'm sorry sir, he said he wouldn't leave until he talked to you...” I see my man badly and made him walk upstairs, once in the hall of the mansion on the way to the living room, Robertson is standing with a glass of my whiskey in his hand.

“What the hell are you doing here Robertson?...” I ask him as soon as he turns

"Ratko, I don't give a shit if you're the head of Darkness, you're there because we put you there, so when he demands to see you, you have to do it…" I start to laugh out loud and it echoes in the room as I approach him, I take out my gun and point it at the head

“listen to me very well you filthy rat, neither you nor any of the other sons of bitches put me where I am, I am the head of Darkness because I am the same darkness, I am the fucking god of death and nobody can tell me what to do, its you you they would have said no when it was put to a vote, I would have put a bullet in each one's head, I thought you had been smart enough to realize that all those rats around you were just looking out for their lives, that vote, it was a simple protocol... so if I were you I would immediately put down that glass and go away, only if you want to live...” I warn him with a cold voice, his eyes look at me with hatred, but there is not a hint of fear in them, I hate these old men who think I will hesitate to put a bullet in their heads

“Ratko we need to talk about the business with the Russians…” I take off the safety of my 9mm and look at him coldly, the mention of the Russians only worsens my already lost patience and my humor.

“One more word and you will leave here in a black bag…” I mutter, the man clenches his hands into fists and opens his mouth to answer me something but before he can say a word, I pull the trigger and a bullet goes through his head, I see how the body falls inert on the ground in a pool of blood, I put the safety on and put the gun away, take out the phone and dial the number.

“Robertson is dead…” I say to my interlocutor as soon as I hear that they answer.

“how did he die?...” he asks back

“I killed him…” I say simply as I walk towards the stairs that will take me upstairs to my room

"Dark, you're not supposed to eliminate any of the old ones…" I interrupt him before he can continue speaking.

“I gave him an order and he didn't follow it... come clean and please talk to Novikov...” I say without further ado

“Okay Dark…” and I ended the call, that business went wrong thanks to Robertson's son of a bitch. Forgive his life because he had promised to fix it but he didn't do shit, and now he comes to my house to demand something? Seriously sometimes I think these old men believe that because I'm quite young my pulse trembles when taking a life and making the right decisions for the organization, not only because I'm a murderous son of a bitch I'm the head of Darkness, that it's just one of the many reasons and the truth is that my pulse has never trembled to murder anyone, ever.