The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(132)

“I have money.” Tears welled up in Angel’s dark eyes. “I’ll give you everything I have.”

“You think I’d sell my brother’s dignity for money?” Nova let out a bitter laugh and then turned back to Chuito and Tino. “Draw straws. He’s useless.”

Chuito didn’t want to debate with Tino on who got the chance to kill him. He kicked Angel in the face and knocked him to the floor. Angel screamed and tried to scramble to his feet, but Chuito kicked him again, catching him in the side, and growled in Spanish, “Try to run away, and I’ll make it worse. Go ahead. I dare you.”

Angel was never the smartest gangster. Chuito let him get to his feet and halfway to the door before he shot him, catching him in the back of his thigh.

Chuito wasn’t as good a shot as Tino, so he walked around and got to his knees as Angel screamed and writhed on the floor. He wanted to make sure he didn’t miss as he looked him dead in the face and held his gun to his crotch.

He didn’t even hesitate before pulling the trigger.

The sound out of Angel was earsplitting, making it obvious why the Italians favored this particular threat.

“Chu!” Tino shouted over the screaming. “Shut him up.”

Chuito sat down and pulled off one of his shoes, and in that time, Angel had the gall to try and scramble away again, so Chuito shot him in the balls once more.

Then he tugged off his sock and shoved it into Angel’s mouth, muffling his screams. Chuito just sat there, looking at his face contorted in agony. When Angel tried to pull the sock out, Chuito slapped his hand away and said, “Touch it again, and I’ll put another bullet in you, motherf*cker.”

“You’re not gonna end it?” Nova asked, and Chuito turned to see him looking at Angel trapped on the floor, Chuito’s sock shoved in his mouth, the crotch of his pants coated in blood that was pooling around him.

“Nope.” Chuito shook his head as he went back to staring at Angel. “I like to watch.”

“I don’t like to watch,” Nova argued. “I don’t forget shit, Chuito.”

“I learned this from you,” Chuito reminded him.

“I’ve never actually done it,” Nova choked. “And we’re on a time restraint.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” Chuito looked over to the Russians, who were staring at Angel with a look of horror. “Tell me when you’re done with them, ’cause I’m not drawing straws. I get to watch all of them suffer. I deserve it.”

They were all silent for a long time after that, while Chuito just sat there, his gun pointed at Angel’s crotch as he stared at his face, daring him to try and take the sock out.

“I should shoot you again for talking about raping my mother,” Chuito said as he raised his eyebrows at Angel, who choked on another scream and tried to scoot away from Chuito. “Nope.” Chuito shook his head. “Move and I will do it. Lie there and f*cking die for me while I watch.”

“Okay,” Tino cut in at that. “This is much more disturbing in person than I thought it was going to be. I mean, I knew you were vindictive, but Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Important note, never f*ck with a Puerto Rican’s woman. Holy shit. Oh, but wait,” Tino said thoughtfully. “You two are sorta guilty of that, aren’t you? I think you were going upstairs to rape her, weren’t you?”

“No.” The Russian Alaine shot suddenly found his voice. “I wasn’t.”

“I think you were,” Tino argued. “In fact, we have video of it. Shall we watch it together? Sorta a distraction against this motherf*cker dying a slow, painful death. I know I could use a distraction, and my brother hasn’t even seen the video yet. Would it upset you, Chu?” Tino asked lightly. “Watching that? We’d hate to upset you, ’cause we can all see that’s bad for any man’s sexual health.”

“What do you want to know?” the first Russian asked, his voice tight but quivering in a way it hadn’t before. “You’re going to kill us anyway.”

“Yes.” Tino’s voice became as cold and icy as his brother’s had earlier. “We’re definitely killing you, but we’re reasonable. So here’s my deal. Give my brother the information he needs, and I’ll make it quick. You won’t even feel yourself hit the ground.”

“Bullshit, Tino!” Chuito growled at him. “I get this. From all of them! I earned it! Fuck the heat. I’ll sit here and watch them all die like this, and I’ll spend the rest of my days rotting away in prison happy as f*ck about it.”

“Aldo,” the first Russian said without hesitating. “That’s his name.”

“What?” Nova sounded so shocked Chuito turned around to see that all color had drained from Nova’s face. “You’re f*cking with me.”

“Why would we f*ck with you? We have no loyalty to the Italians. Our boss, he made a deal with Aldo. We kill you; he gives him free rein of the arms trade in New York and Miami. It was a valuable deal for our organization. You dying must have been important to him.”

“Who’s your boss?”

“Nikolai Aristov.”

Tino looked to Nova. His eyes were also wide as he asked, “Is he in bed with Aristov right now?”

“Currently, yes.” Nova turned back to the Russians again. “Aldo Moretti. That’s who hired you to kill me?”