SIXTY-EIGHT.

ACE.

“Tell me who sent you, or I will see to it that everyone you love and care about becomes fish food, buried at the bottom of the ocean with rocks bound to their feet.” Nathanial roars, driving his fist into the face of our captive.

Leaning against the wall, I suck on the brown filter of my cigarette, giving my hands something else to do rather than taking the life of the bastard who already looks like death.

“Fuck you.” The man hisses, his head dangles to the side.

“Fuck me?” Nathanial snarls, unbuckling his belt and the top button of his slacks. “With pleasure.” He scoffs. “Untie him and hold him face down.” He orders.

Three of my men rush forward, they untie the poor guy, who is now desperately putting up a fight and screaming in protest.

“No, No…” He yells at the top of his lungs, his voice raspy and strained.

Raising the cigarette to my lips, I take another long drag from it, chuckling as I exhale and call Nathanials’ bluff.

“Don’t forget to lube, my friend.” I couldn’t help m