Chapter 34 - A
Giant Lead
It's been one month since
Maddie's safe house was burnt to the ground, but we've haven't let Madam slide
with that shit. Every night, we're actually doing shit to fuck up her business.
It seems when you piss off a CIA agent, they don't wait for the red tape to
clear. They gather a small militia, and start clearing house. I don't know why
I agreed to help The DEA first since all they did was read paperwork, and try
to betray each other. In other words, I'm fucking happy something is being done
instead of sitting around with our thumbs up our asses.
I think about how we've been
interrupting Madam's supply lines as I sit in the dark corner of a small
windowless room as I stare at Riese in the middle of the room under a single
bulb. He's chained down to a steel chair that's bolted to the concrete floor.
As I watch him like a stalking lion watches a zebra, all I can think about is
Donnie's final seconds on this planet. I debate doing the same to this giant
piece of shit, but I want this bastard to suffer. Besides, being Blue's right
hand man, we need to extract as much information as we can from this asshole
before we end his fucking life.
"I can smell your fear,
Ronnie," Riese says as I remind in the dark. "Still remembering what
I did to Donnie?"
"Don't worry, I promise
you it your fucking death won't be as quick, but just as painful."
"I fear no man," he
retorts. "Besides, you won't break me."
I stay quiet as I think about
how we managed to capture this asshole. I always thought trying to bring down
Riese would be a battle considering the fucker is over seven feet tall, but all
it took was to be at the right place at the right time. He was pulled over by a
local cop because of a busted headlight as we were following him. A few flash
of badges later, some chloroform, and a moving truck was all it took for the
asshole to end up back here. I so wanted to put a slug into his head the
instant he was in the truck, but that will destroy valuable intel about the
real internal workings of Madam's hierarchy. So, I will let him live for now.
I hear the door open. I look up
and see Maddie standing there holder a hammer. She looks at me, and motions to
leave. I nod my head and walk towards the door.
"Sending a woman to do a
man's job?" says Riese.
"No. I'm sending him out
so he won't be a witness for what I'm about to do," retorts Maddie.
I close the door, and head back
to my bunk. As much as I want to watch Maddie work over Riese, I know why she
didn't want me there. The methods she will most likely use will violate so many
laws that if no one else is there, we all can deny seeing anything. I can only
smile as I hear that giant piece of shit howl in pain over the next few hours.
When the pain stops, I begin to wonder if she killed him. I get my answer as I
hear Riese beg for her to stop, and a few minutes later, the door slams open
and shut.
Maddie walks into the room
where our bunks are at, and sits down on the bunk across me from.
"Is he dead?"
"No, but a car battery to
his balls did make his beg to end his life," she cackles.
"Seriously? You kept
shocking his junk? That's fucking twisted," I wince as I cover my own junk
with my hand.
"No matter how big a man
is their balls are their weakest spot."
"So, get any information
out of him?" I ask I try to stop thinking about being electrocuted through
my nuts.
"He gave up an address for
a supposed stash house, but to divulge that kind of information so quickly
makes me think it's a trap."
"I agree. I would die
before giving that up," I reply. I begin to wonder if his capture was a
trap. It was almost too easy to get him back here. We did strip search him
before moving him out of the city, and broke his phone. I can't help shake the
feeling that Madam's troops will be here shortly to launch an assault on this
place. This entire thing smells like a used fucking diaper, but then again,
working in the underworld isn't a field of roses and fucking unicorns. It's a
life where it's either be the shit, or end up face down in shit.
"So, up for some recon
tonight?" she asks.
"As long as I can bring Mr.
Smith and Mr. Wesson?"
"No, but we are bringing
Mr. Lapua," she replies.
"Reach out and touch
someone at 800 yards?" I chuckle.
"If it's a trap, I want to
be far enough back we can get the fuck out of there before shit happens."
"What time are we
leaving?"
"Now. The vehicle is
ready."
I get off my bunk, toss on some
clothes, and follow her down the hallway. In the garage, there's a red minivan
by the main garage door. I glance inside and see two plastic cases, and a
duffel bag in the rear of the van. Maddie hops into the driver's seat as I
crawl into the passenger's seat. As we leave the garage, all I can think is
this better not be a setup. I glance back at the cases and realize if it is, we
at least are armed. As we pull onto the county road that heads to Curva, I pray
that we won't be greeted by a small army like the last time I entered Curva.
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