THIRTY ONE

DANTE

“I’ll ask you one last time, who sent you?”

“I don’t know, I was….” I slammed my fist into his face, feeling the satisfaction course through my veins at the familiar sound of bones crunching beneath my fist.

His agonizing scream only pissed me off. I hate it when men cried like bitches.. If you have enough balls to mess with me, I expect you have the resilience to withstand a few blows.

“I don’t know! I swear on my mama!” He cried, spitting out the second tooth I was knocking off him today. Blood dripped from his lips to his chin and down to his chest.

I watched the trail in fascination, wondering if I should make a permanent trail with my knife.

“No! Please no, I’ve told you everything I know. I opened my door and found a package, inside it was a check and a burner. The phone went off immediately the call was over and it wouldn’t come on again.” He pleaded, watching my hand skim over my extensive display of knives.

“Hmmmm” I replied, my eyes not leaving my knives.

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