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BRIAN BROKE INTO THE drug dealer’s house with complete ease. He shook his head at how much of an imbecile this man must be. Not only did the man believe he could short change his Boss, but he also thought he had free access to as much dope as he wanted instead of selling it all and bringing the Boss the dough.
He found the dealer passed out in bed with a beautiful woman. He wondered if the Boss’s dough paid for her. With both passed out, more than likely from a heavy dose of free drugs, he quickly restrained them in a chair without either waking up. He went into the kitchen, poured two glasses of ice water and doused each with a cup.
They woke up sputtering. The man let out a string of obscenities that would make even some men blush. The beauty sat there looking dazed and soon tears pooled in her eyes.
Brian looked at the drug dealer, “You owe the Mafia Prince some dough. I want to know where the rest is!”
Instead of answering Brian, the hostage glared at him in frustration and tried to free himself from the restraints. He soon realized it was futile. Brian had the duct tape so tight that it cut off the circulation to his hands.
Brian grabbed the drug dealer’s hair, forcing him to look up at him. “I am not going to keep asking you this, where is the dough?”
As Brian held his head back, the man spat in his face. Using his free hand, Brian took his pistol and struck him across the temple. The sharp contact with the gun split open the man’s face. Blood trickled down his face as the man glared at him with pure hatred. Brian wasn’t going to get anywhere with the man and walked over to the beauty.
He looked at the man and informed him, “I guess since you can take the pain; I need to see how well she likes pain.” He took the barrel of the gun and let it glide down her body. She cringed in fear.
The hostage shouted out, “You leave her alone. She has nothing do with this.”
Brian looked at him with a sinister smile. Now, he knew how to get this man to talk. Brian would be careful on how he roughed this beauty up though. He would get a nice finder’s fee from the Mafia Prince with her, but only if she wasn’t covered in bruises. Their customers were the ones that liked to leave the bruises and had no desire to purchase a girl already roughed up.
He looked at the woman, “Tell me where your boyfriend over there keeps the dough?”
She looked over at the drug dealer in fear. Brian knew that the dough or drugs had to be somewhere around here. This man wouldn’t be stupid enough to use all of the drugs for himself. He’d received his delivery three days ago. Besides, he watched him make several sales last night and then came here to crash. It had to be here somewhere.
Instead of answering Brian, she just cried more. This frustrated him to no end. Why must women cry all the time?
Out of frustration, he grabbed a hold of the woman’s pinky and snapped it back. He heard the bones in her finger break. She howled in pain.
He looked at the drug dealer, “You better tell me where the drugs and dough are stashed, or it will only get worse for your comare.”
Without waiting for a response, he took another finger and snapped it easily in two. The fingers could be mended in no time without taking away from her overall beauty. Besides, if Brian didn’t come back with something, then he would have some explaining to do. Both hostages remained silent, and he took this as a sign of disrespect for not only him but the Mafia Prince as well.
If he fired his gun, it would draw unwanted attention. He walked over to the drug dealer and took the butt of his gun and slammed it down on the man’s balls. With him being tightly restrained, he could merely writhe and howl in pain. This was payback for trying to undermine his authority.
He looked down at the man, “Now, do you want me to do something similar to your girl?”
The man stuttered from the intense pain he suffered from, “Dude that was uncalled for. What I have collected and have left is under the bed. Just check it out.”
Brian walked into the bedroom and only counted three hundred dollars and a few baggies of drugs, “This is no where near enough dough. What happened to the rest of the drugs?”
The drug dealer shrugged his shoulders, “I didn’t think the Boss would mind if I tried out some of his stuff. That way I can advertise how primo the stuff is.”
Brian looked down at the man with complete disdain, “Well, mon ami, that is where you are wrong.” In one swift movement, he broke the man’s neck. The woman saw the lifeless body of her boyfriend and let out a blood curdling scream. Without thinking, he picked up the butt of the gun and hit the young woman over the top of her head knocking her unconscious. He had to move quickly in case someone called the police after hearing the scream.
He hit the button on his car remote to open the trunk. Rushing, he dumped the unconscious girl in the trunk and left.
As Brian drove to the warehouse, he yawned. He still had the package in the trunk of his car to drop off before heading home. By the time he could crawl into bed and get some much needed sleep, the sun would be coming up. Thankfully, he only had one person who refused to cooperate with him tonight. Even though he did not get all the dough owed to his Boss, he did retrieve something that would bring in more money than what the drug dealer owed the Mafia Prince.