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"I'm so sorry, boss," he whimpered under me. "I'm really sorry. It won't happen again."

"You won't be alive to do it again," I maliciously smiled down at him. "I just got a few questions first."

I threw him on the chair behind me and shot his right leg. He screamed out in agony as pain rippled up his leg. Tears began to slide down his face mixed with sweat.

"Shush," I quiet him down, putting the gun to his lips. "Quiet down now. I don't want you to scare away the others," I warned him. "I'll cut your tongue out if you scream again. But I need you to talk so don't test me right now. Not in the mood for games."

He nodded with his lips sewed together looking at his wounded leg. "So start talking," I demanded. "Why did you do it?"

"Because I needed money," he managed to say between his whimpers.

"Bullshit!" I roared. "I've showered all of you with wealth. You have no lack of money. You could basically dress your balls with hundred dollar bills. Forgive me if I don't but that bullshit. Tell me the fucking truth. Who ordered you to do it?"

I could see he wasn't telling me the truth. He was trying to protect someone and I was going to get to the bottom of this. "Talk," I demanded once again, but this stubborn stronzo (asshole) did not say a word.

"Well, I guess this is it then. We are done here since you don't want to bark," I said nonchalantly, sliding the gun on the table behind Liam. "Knife."

Mike took out a knife from his back pocket and placed it in my palm. "Grab him," I ordered the other two men in the room. With the knife in my right hand, I grab Liam's jaw with my other. "Open your mouth," I hissed at him.

Liam began to struggle and wouldn't stay still. He was a strong lad I must admit, but I was stronger. "Stay still or the knife might accidentally hit your eyeball."

He stopped moving, but continued to shed rivers of tears whilst shaking violently from fear. "Please don't do this," he pleaded. He should've thought about that before he crossed me. No one crossed me and got away with it. No one.

"Open your mouth now," I commanded again.

He opened his mouth slowly. I saw my chance and grabbed his tongue, cutting it off completely with blood spewing on my face and his. He screeched in pain. "Let him go," I ordered the two men. As soon as they released him, he shot up his hands to his bleeding mouth, covering it instantly.

"It'll be worse for you guys if you ever cross me," I threaten the two men, pointing the knife at them. They nodded and looked down. I pulled out a handkerchief from the inside of my coat pocket to wipe the filthy blood off my face. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Liam trying to crawl away without getting noticed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mike said while yanking him by his blonde hair and throwing him at my feet. I kicked him in his stomach and heard him groan in pain, spitting blood onto the floor.

"Not so fast," I spat. Picking up the gun from the table, I pointed it at him. "You should know better than to escape. You know my men are everywhere, so I admire you for even thinking about it," I let out a sadistic laugh.

I fired three shots. One on each shoulder and one on his left leg. His voice bellowed in pain. "You don't get an easy death. You'll die with excruciating pain. Bleed to death." I sneered before looking at my scared men. "Stay here with him till his last breath and when he dies, feed him to the tigers," I ordered.

Wiping my hands on the handkerchief, I threw it in the bin and began walking out with Mike beside me.

"That was cruel," he commented, forcing my gaze to him. "And I love it," he added with a laugh. He was pretty scary at times, of truth be told. Some of the things he had done to men in his life were horrendous. But he was my man. He was basically a brother to me. His loyalty was unmatchable. I wouldn't exchange him for anyone in the world.

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