Page 82 of Paco
Chapter Twenty-Four
The overpowering stenchof mildew permeated the windowless room, and the dank coldness of the floor sent chills through Bobby’s crumpled body. He could feel his abdomen distending rapidly, and his eyes were swollen shut. Every inch of his body ached, even his scalp. Bloody spit drooled from his slack jaws, and icy fear crept into his veins.How the fuck did Victor find out the cunt was back home? Someone tipped him off. When I find out who did, I’m gonna kill—His mind snapped shut. The irony of the situation stabbed at him: he’d never be able to exact revenge.Victor’s gonna kill me.From the way his body felt, he knew there were internal injuries.
A rush of fresh air swirled around him, cooling his inflamed skin. A door shut. Footsteps approaching. A hard kick to his ribs. He grunted and groaned, and then a deep chuckle invaded his ears.
“I told you back in Silverado when you sold the cunt to me that the worst thing you could ever do is deceive me. And you fucking did it.Cabrón!” Another hard kick from Victor.
Bobby tried to speak but his throat was sandpaper, his tongue thick, and blood pooled in his mouth.
A hard laugh. “Not very talkative, are you?” The kick was harder than the last two; pain ripped through him, and he let out a choking gasp. “You underestimated me, and you forgot how powerful the lure of money is. Your contact here reached out to me. I put the feelers out and now you’re a bloody mess. That’s the way life works. You let the bitch throw you. You should’ve been straight with me.”
I should’ve killed you first.
Another crashing kick. “No one.”Bam!“Fucks.”Whack!“Me.”Whack!“Over.”Bam, bam, whack!
Bobby’s groans turned into high-pitched nasally whines.Just fuckin’ kill me, you sonofabitch.
But Victor didn’t. His footfalls grew dimmer as he left the room.
Come back! Kill me, you fucker! Kill me!
Bobby Fenton—sex trafficker, pimp, cold-hearted bastard—was left to bleed out. It could be by the end of the day or after several days, but one thing was certain: he would die an agonizing death.
Darkness descended in the room, and he heard Victor laughing as he closed the door and turned the lock.
