TORTURE ME_ The Bandits MC(101)

“You’re wondering why I came back in here alone, aren’t you?”



He just stared and blinked.



I walked around to his side of the table and wrapped a hand around one of his wrists, pulling out my pocket knife and holding it where he could see it. “Well, I’m here to get more information from you, of course. You know what I need to know, but if you continue to refuse to talk, I’m going to have to hurt you. If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’m going to have to cut off your fingers.”



I held the small, sharp blade over his knuckles.



“Where is Ivan?” I asked slowly and loudly, speaking as clearly as I could.



Dimitri just looked at my blade over his fingers and moved frantically in the chair, as if he were trying to scoot back and away from me. He panted something over and over, begging me not to do it. In Russian, of course, but I could still understand the sentiment in his tone.



I shook my head and laughed in his face. “I can’t understand you, you sorry sack of shit. You’re going to have to try harder.”



I pressed the blade against the middle finger on his right hand and slowly drew it across his skin, slicing open the knuckle. Dimitri strained against the straps and ropes holding him in the chair and groaned against the pain, letting out a string of expletives, all in Russian.



I knew it was pointless to try to talk to him or get anything out of him. I knew I wouldn’t be able to understand what he was telling me, no matter what it was. But it felt good to see him writhe in pain, especially since he was just as unable to express himself to me as I was to understand it.



“You know, Dimitri, I’m starting to like our little arrangement,” I told him. “You can’t understand me. I can’t understand you. You can say whatever you want, and it doesn’t make a difference, and I can just treat you the way you deserve to be treated without feeling bad. For all I know, you could literally be begging me to do it again.”



But no matter what I did, I wasn’t really getting anywhere with him, and that was frustrating. He had the info I needed, but Julia was my only hope of getting any of it out of him.



Dimitri worked for Ivan, the most powerful and ruthless mob boss in the city. We’d been gunning for each other since day one. Ivan had the whole Russian mob thing going for him. He had connections back home supplying him with funds and muscle whenever he needed it. There were even rumors that he was involved in human trafficking, bringing Russian women over with the promise of a better life only to sell them off to American men like pieces of property.



Dimitri was his right hand man. If there was anything to know about Ivan, Dimitri knew it, but the language barrier made him invaluable. He was like a walking safe. The information he protected was only accessible for a select few. The rest of us who didn’t speak Russian were out of luck.



Dimitri had been sent by Ivan to assassinate me. One of my brothers had intercepted the information on the street and alerted me to the threat posed by Dimitri. When he made his attempt on my life, we were waiting for him.



“I haven’t forgotten how you tried to kill me,” I taunted him, leaning down so that I spoke directly into his ear. Though he couldn’t understand what I was saying, I hoped my voice was still unnerving.



We’d gone out for a ride to draw him out and force his hand. What he hadn’t realized, of course, was that when he’d set up shop in one of the old abandoned buildings nearby, he’d been spotted by a couple of my guys. By the time we hit the road, we had people in place to take him down and bring him in.



Juarez and Chase barged in on him as he was aiming his sniper rifle at me. They’d claimed he hadn’t put up a fight, but the bruises he came in with told a different story. The boys had roughed him up a little before bringing him to me, and I couldn’t blame them for that. He’d earned it.



We had expected some sort of retaliation from Ivan. We’d just undercut him on a drug deal, effectively stealing one of his long-term clients, a local bigshot dealer we’d been trying to score a deal with for the last couple of years. He’d dealt exclusively with Ivan for as long as he’d been on the street, but we knew we had a better deal for him, so we made it happen. I couldn’t understand why he was so upset with us. After all, it was just business. Just like killing Dimitri after getting what we needed out of him was going to be business.



It was satisfying to have Ivan’s top man and number one assassin tied down to a chair in the MC’s basement, even if I couldn’t understand a single word he said. I got endless hours of enjoyment out of going downstairs and taunting him with things he couldn’t understand either, as ridiculous as I knew it was.