Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 123153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
“Hey, can I hook this up to your screen before I go so I can delete it?”
“Sure.”
“It’s the Harley Twins’ work, so step out now if you can’t stomach it. You never know what they’re going to do.”
“Oh, I never miss a chance to watch Psycho Vision.” She takes the seat on the sofa beside me.
I connect to her TV and log into the encrypted app. The trap house I sent them to comes up on-screen. Silvio comes into view, slumped in the corner of the room.
At first, I think he’s dead already until he lifts his head and looks at the drone through heavily lidded eyes. He’s high off his ass. It’s too damn early for this shit. Asia and Nadine come into view.
They’re talking and pointing up at the ceiling. The shot turns to home in on what they’re pointing at. The crumbling ceiling comes into view, revealing exposed pipes and beams.
“I thought Ming fitted these with sound,” Holly murmurs.
“I think you’re right, hold on.”
“Give me that,” she says as she laughs and takes my phone.
I continue to watch as Asia leaps up and holds on to the beam, swinging as if to test its strength. Her muscled arms flex as she rocks. Releasing it, she drops back to her feet and dusts her hands together as Nadine squats to pull something from her backpack.
“That should hold,” Asia says as the sound comes in.
“Here, I’ll go back for that chair we saw,” Nadine says as she hands over the roll of wire.
“What’s that, fishing wire?” Holly asks as she leans in to squint at the TV screen.
“Looks like it. Ming packed the bag according to whatever Gio asked them for.”
“What the hell are they up to? And would you look at this guy? He’s so damn high, I don’t think he knows anyone else is there and he’s looking right at them.”
I snicker because it’s the truth. He’s looking at them setting up while nodding off. If he could tell me his name, I’d give him a hundred bucks for his next high. Not that that’s ever going to happen.
While Asia finishes up fastening the wire around the beam, Nadine returns with a chair. Silvio jerks his head up and points at them as if just noticing he’s not alone.
“You come to party?” he says before nodding off again while slumping to the side.
“Fuck him, I’ll get the hooks done,” Nadine says.
“Hooks? Oh, this is going to be interesting,” Holly says.
“You have no idea,” I murmur.
I believe I know where this is going. Asia pulls out a banana bag. I grin, I’m right. This is why I can’t promote them. We said messy. Any of the others would have gone in and lit his ass up and walked out. Not these two.
Asia goes for Silvio and drags his high ass over to the chair. She places him in it as he groans. He drops his head back, rolling it on his shoulders and Nadine ties his arm off to find a vein and hook him up to the banana bag.
“What is that?”
“IV hydration and vitamin drip,” I reply, knowing the former nurse will understand the goal here.
“Oh, that’s cruel. He’s going to feel everything,” Holly breathes but doesn’t look away.
I can’t look away either as I watch them set up. Silvio starts to become alert and looks between the two. Asia straddles his lap and grabs his face between her palms.
Nadine grabs a hook before pulling his head back by his hair. She pinches the skin right beneath his eye and a good part of his cheek, pushing the hook through. Silvio bucks against Asia and his scream fills the air.
“Shh, shhh, shhh,” Asia coos as Nadine repeats the process on the other side.
He screams again. Asia stands and pats his cheek. It’s the smiles on their faces for me. Nadine soaks a rag in gasoline and shoves it into Silvio’s mouth.
Meanwhile, Asia is holding him in place by pulling his arms behind his back. I realize I’m holding my breath to see what happens next.
“Ready?” Asia asks Nadine.
She nods, then swiftly grabs the wire and starts to hoist him up. His screams can be heard around the rag.
“Holy shit,” Holly breathes next to me. “They’re hanging him by his cheeks?”
Asia grabs him around the waist and steadies his legs on the chair, relieving some of the tension and pull of the hooks. Nadine works at tying the wire off. Asia holds her hand out as Nadine pours the contents of a small jar into her palm.
“What’s that?” Holly asks.
“Salt.”
“Remind me not to piss these two off. Damn.”
Asia lifts her palm and blows the salt into Silvio’s face like it’s fairy dust. He thrashes his head from side to side until the hooks start to tug.
His muffled screams continue as he pants. Fucking rat, this is the least he deserves. The guys are good to everyone. It didn’t have to be this way.