Ace
But death was too easy for a man like Theo Harper.
"I-I-I'm s-sorry..." Diego whimpered, bottom lip trembling and snot trickling down from his nose. His blotchy, puffy eyes blurred with another round of tears.
I growled, "Pathetic," I moved to the tray of tools, dropping the switchblade for a hammer, "own up to what the fuck you did like a man," I reared my hand back and brought the hammer down, full swing, on his knee cap.