172: Altercation

"Answer the question."

The man before him opens his mouth and blood gushes right out of it and down his chin in torrents. Damien feels no sympathy for him. This is the man who burned his nightclub down. He shouldn't have lit that fucking match. What's worse? He refuses to cooperate; he won't tell him who sent him.

That just won't do.

"Please," he says. This is all he says. He can't understand why these men would rather beg than tell him who sent them. It's a simple question. His knuckles hurt. He's spent far too much time on this idiot and he isn't even getting anywhere. Every minute he wastes could lead to his undoing and this only serves to fuel his fury. He doesn't like this one bit. He gestures at Howie to pick the bucket of ice up. He pours it all over the man, who hisses in pain. His fingertips are blue, but this doesn't faze him. It's either he talks or he ends up dead.

"I have a family," he says through chattering teeth. "Please."

"We all do," Damien replies coldly. "We're fam