Page 72 of Retribution
“You already have. Now get your fuckin’ naked ass over here.”
The moment Big Pat reached out his hand, Cobra struck. He yanked out his bowie knife, grabbed Big Pat by a hunk of his greasy hair, and shoved the blade against his throat. The pig gave a little squeal, his exhale like a giant puff of air with no sound. His fingers scrambled out in front of him. But there was nothing he could do and no one he could call when Jenny shifted back and threw her short black dress back on over her head.
“Thanks, babe.” Cobra nodded toward the door. “I’ll call you.”
Jenny nodded, grabbed her bag, and scurried out of the room. Cobra waited until he heard the solid thump of the front door closing and the sound of the car’s engine.
“I have money in my pockets,” Big Pat said.
“I don’t want your fuckin’ money,” Cobra said as he pressed the knife harder against the man’s skin.
“Who are you?”
“Your seven a.m. appointment. I always like getting to places early.” Cobra felt the asshole’s throat move as he swallowed. “Yeah, now you know who the fuck I am.”
“What do you want?” the perv whispered.
“You knowexactlywhat the fuck I want, you sick sonofabitch. You’re gonna tell me where you’re keeping my woman.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“Dying a fast death or a long, tortuous one. You know, we can keep a guy alive for a few weeks before his body can’t take it anymore. We’re good at that … but I’m the expert.” He nicked a piece of flesh on the man’s throat.
Big Pat yelped. “I’ll tell you where she is, and I’ll go away and set up shop somewhere else. Far away. You can have the money and all the drugs I have at my warehouse. You’re welcome to it all.”
“You fuckin’ used up your chances with us, motherfucker,” Breaker said as he walked into the room. “You were warned in Lolo to stop dealing in Steel Devils’ territory.”
“And now you’ve set up shop here, and you kidnapped my woman. Pretty fuckin’ stupid, asshole.” Cobra cut the sniveling jerk again.
Big Pat gurgled and twisted on the ottoman. Cobra pushed the knife deeper into the man’s flesh and he quickly went still, his large torso wrenching up and down with panicked breaths.
“You know, breaking in here is so fuckin’ boring,” Cobra said, and Breaker laughed. “This is a two-bit, sorry excuse for an operation you’re running, and I should fuckin’ gut you right now, but today’s your lucky day, asshole.”
Big Pat didn’t say a word. Cobra spun the big oaf around and shifted the knife from the man’s neck to right above his balls, the tip pointing down into the crotch of his pants.
“For the last time, tell me where you’re keeping my woman.”
“Oh fuck, man, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t fucking have her.” Big Pat’s voice went up and down, spewing out lies like a junkie trying to score his next hit. “It was all those fuckin’ frat boys’ idea. The ones who messed with her in the first place at Duffy’s. I never accepted that. They were fuckin’ pissed she got away, so they took her, and when I found out I reamed into ’em good, made ’em see the light. I don’t know what they did with her though. I told them to let her go, and if they didn’t, they’d have to answer to me. I’m just gettin’ my shit together. Gettin’ ready to get outta town, just like your club wanted me to. I swear, I fuckin’ swear to you.”
“Funny,” Cobra growled, digging the knife in even harder so that he felt it pierce the guy’s pants through the fabric. “I don’t see any fuckin’ moving boxes. Do you?”
“Uh, no, I …” Big Pat said, and Cobra could just picture the idiot’s little brain running out of oxygen in his panic.
“Second floor’s clear.” Brute walked into the living room then shrugged. “You need me to do anything else?”
“Check for Dakota and come right back as soon as you find her.” Cobra glanced over at Breaker. “I got this, dude. You can help Iron and Brute—we got two more assholes unaccounted for.”
“You got it.” Breaker followed Brute out of the room.
“You’re running out of time to talk, asshole. If they come back with my woman’s location, this isn’t going to end well for you.”
Big Pat made a noise in the back of his throat and Cobra saw his Adam’s apple bob.
“If you were going to do anything,” the man puffed, wheezing out the last few words. “You’d have done it.”
“I found her, brother.” Iron’s voice caught Cobra’s attention and his head jerked up toward the foyer. “She’s tied up in the basement. You want me to do the honors?”
“Fuck,” Cobra mumbled under his breath. “No, don’t touch her yet. She’s been through enough and I don’t want anyone who’s a stranger going near her until I finish with his fucker. Were the other two there?”
