"Ahh... common sense, Sira. Don’t trust the cartel." Finn whispered, as before him Sira fell to the ground as a bullet went into his head... though Finn himself was relatively calm about it.
Yeah, calm, even though he knew the next one to get a bullet was going to be him.
But he was right... a common sense, do not trust the cartel, especially the one that is pretty angry about the fact that they got fucked by Jas.
"Finn Orvich..." A voice ca from behind him with a heavy accent and he imdiately knew it was truly the Sinatra cartel from Dennus... and yeah, it was, as the man sat down before him on the chair while Sira’s dead body lay between them."... nice to et you."
"Yeah, nice to et you... mister?"
"Oh, my na is not important, Finn." He said, as he crossed his legs and shit, he was truly a fucking cartel mber, a high ranking one, and Finn could tell it.
The alligator leather shoes with tal plating on the heel, and black silk shirt buttoned down to show his golden necklace with a cross... and, of course, the pistol in his waistband. A full-gold one with engravings and even gemstones... like straight out of a movie.
"Then what is important?" Finn asked, but he still didn’t stress, didn’t even show a bit of fear or anything. He was sitting idly while the gun was still pressed to the back of his head.
"It is important that you are working for Jas Bellini." He said as he sniffed and swiped his nose for a mont.
"I thought the ’sell and not use’ rule is important at the cartel." Finn said, as he imdiately realized he was not just sitting in front of a cartel mber, but a drug addict too.
Moreover, it just told him more that he is truly a high ranking one because they are the only ones allowed to sniff so product up.
"Rules are ant to be broken, Finn, but please don’t try to buy ti for yourself. Nobody is coming to save you." He looked deep into his eyes. "And that guy outside is already dead. He didn’t even try to save himself. Died like a dog. How does it feel?"
Yeah, Dirsan. He didn’t try because he didn’t have the ti to do anything. He got out of the car to have so fresh air and it was his death as the first shot went into his heart, and then two more hit his head.
He had no ti to react, no ti to even realize what had just happened. He died quickly, died without a word.
Still, Finn didn’t have any reaction to it. Not even a twitch, a shake, nothing. He just looked at the man in front of him, who, on the other hand, was enjoying it. Enjoying slowly breaking soone in front of him, watching how they are going to crumble... and then beg for their life.
Begging well, that would not happen and he knew the mont Finn started laughing. "It’s cute that you think I care about it." He laughed even more, a genuinely amused laugh, even tearing at the left side of his eye... he found it funny, very funny. He hadn’t had a good laugh in a long ti.
And maybe that is why he laughed. Because death... death is already his companion. Pain, loss, cruelty... they are nothing new. They cannot touch him anymore. They cannot make him bend, cannot make him beg.
Finn had nothing left. Nothing at all... and soone’s death to him is just part of life.
"It’s hard to find people like you, Finn... a man who has nothing left... but what if I kill Jas?" He smiled. "You lied because you have an attachnt to him, the one man you live for... just imagine dying knowing that I will cut his throat, then that child’s throat..." He leaned closer. "Then I would rape her mother and that woman called Bella... how would you feel?"
"Huh... do you co here to play little mind gas, or kill ... because well, you’re very bad at it." Finn answered, but now for the first ti, he felt it... to kill him even if he dies in the process.
Because that was true, he had feelings and attachnt for one single person in the world, Jas... but it couldn’t be called feeling or attachnt when you live for only that one person... for him it was like his being. And if Jas was mocked, threatened, or his family hurt... then his whole being too.
"Yeah, that’s true, sorry for that." The man said, putting his leg on Sira’s head. "I have three simple questions. If you answer them right, I won’t torture you."
"Hmm, fair enough." Finn answered, though he already knew what he was going to do... and it was sothing he had seen work in situations like this. Though it was professionally perford, but he didn’t give a fuck, he was going to die anyway.
"Good, then the first one is, na these people." He shoved his phone at Finn.
"Ramizer." He said, and the man swiped. "That’s Sophia, that’s Dani, Mike, Linda, that Benjamin." He looked up at him. "So y’all targeting even the politicians, huh?"
"Of course." The man laughed. "Next question, where is Emmanuel’s body?"
Finn saw that faint but visible flicker in his eyes, that he cared about it and the question itself was almost personal..
"I would love to say he was dismbered and put in acid or thrown into a lake... but sadly, no." Finn smiled. "His body is in the hands of the police and will be shown to the whole country as a fucking little bitch who died a long and painful death."
Yeah as he said it he saw it again, but now it was more visible, the fury, the anger inside him as Finn joked about Emmanuel. A weak point... but it ant nothing, as Finn already had his plans and waited for the next and last question to do it.
"Does Jas have any connection to any cartels in Dennus, the Losentes, or the Cabron?"
"He doesn’t."
"Good, then that’s it... any last words?" The man spoke, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to kill Finn quickly... no, he was going to torture him.
"Yeah, I would love to say or more like point out sothing very unprofessional." Finn said and his plan was in motion.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
Finn smiled now, but it was different this ti, his signature, fucking demonic smile. "The shadows on the right side."
"Shadows?" The man asked, looking to the right side, and sure enough, there was the shadow of the man who aid the gun at Finn’s head. "What about it?" He asked as looked back at Finn still with that smile on his face.
"It tells that only one fucker stands behind , and one sits in front of ... that’s you," he said, not even blinking once. "And one thing you should know about ... I always have one in the chamber with the safety off... and second..." His smile faded away. "I am ready..."
"Oh..." The man leaned forward. "Ready for what?"
"To die."
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