Page 17 of Queen Of Diamonds
Walking inside with my closest comrades in tow, we headed straight for the hall that had the holding rooms located off it.
The sound of a man’s groans led me to one room specifically. Inside, two men were tied side by side with cloth bags over their heads.
Diablo and another hitman both stood waiting for my arrival dressed in their usual plastic gear that could be burned after this was over.
“These are the men who thought they’d try and find your ledger and use it against you,” Diablo explained.
I nodded and turned to my cousin. “Sergio set the camera up. I want this recorded and leaked––a message to anyone who gets the same idea these fucks did.”
I glanced around the room, my gaze landing on a lime green chainsaw.
“Trying something new?”
“Thought I’d switch it up,” Diablo replied with a big goofy grin.
“By all means.” I approved.
“You may want to move. This will be messy,” the other hitman advised.
“Yes , these are good shoes,” I mused, looking down at my Mantellasis. I heeded his advice and moved to the far side of the room with Elias.
Diablo grabbed his chainsaw and approached the hooded men. One was praying beneath his breath.
“Ready?”he asked Sergio.
My cousin gave a thumb up and then quickly scampered out of the line of fire.
Diablo pulled the cord, once, twice, and the room filled with the loud roar of the tools motor. He went for the man on the left first. The blade caught and churned its way through his flesh. Diablo’s arms tensed from the effort of keeping the chainsaw in place.
Blood from the man’s neck spurted everywhere as his arteries were savagely split apart. The man’s body convulsed so violently I thought he’d break through the restraints.
His chair took its tumble to the floor, taking his head with it, the chainsaw taking an errant sharp descent into the next man’s arm, slicing brutally through the shoulder and wholly removing the limb. He began screaming in agony, blood flowed like a river to the stone floor below.
Diablo stepped back and cut the chainsaw off. The next hitman took his place and finished the man off with a machete through his head.
The room seemed too silent after that. The bodies both convulsed and twitched making a slight slapping sound in the puddles of blood.
“Well, that was just fucking beautiful,” I clapped twice. “We must add that to your regime,” I told a bloody Diablo.
“Yes, boss.” He may have grinned. It was really hard to see his mouth beneath the bloodied facemask.
I looked at Sergio, “Don’t leak it. Have a DVD delivered to the mailbox of every person who may know anything about this ledger. Let their fear spread the news not to fuck with us.”
“And Joshua?”
“Bring me him and track down the man responsible for finding what I want, bring Joshua later on. I’m going to dinner tonight.”
With final instructions given, I made my way out of the room.
I checked the text from a close informant and smirked. I think I needed to go for a run.
Chapter Eight
It rained every night for a week straight.
My tennis shoes resounded off the damp pavement with soft, steady thuds.
Eminem and Ed Sheeran were my tune gods of choice as I jogged along the sequestered nature trail in an attempt to clear my head and relieve the restless energy that seemed to be mounting by the day.
