Marco was on the brink of collapse in the meaning of the word, his brain and body couldn't handle the pain no more, and the shot that Amun gave to him was wearing off slowly, and another torture would mean he would lock down, his brain would be fried and just faint, and after that he would just die, as his blood was coming out of his ear, nose, mouth, and from the cut on his thigh.
As James was watched it in silence, he knew too that he would die before even talking if they kept going with it. But man, it felt so good for him, seeing this motherfucker suffering, this motherfucker who just said he would fuck her mother, that he would kill those he loves. And the fact that Marco had his hand in the shootout… yeah, it was good to see him slowly dying and that light in his eye fading away. But still, they needed him to talk.
"Marco—" He said as he got up but couldn't finish it as the door opened and Linda herself stormed into the room, and with that motion she grabbed the water from the ground, poured it on Marco, slapped him once, twice, and sat down before him in the chair.
"Emmanuel from the Sinatra cartel, he died." He showed his phone to Marco. "Look at this." She said as she slapped him again. "LOOK!" She shouted, and it was true.
As Marco looked at the photo, he saw Emmanuel's body on the pavement, his legs broken, his arms too, but the most important thing in that picture was the single bullet hole in his head. The IF agents double-checked everybody, and at that time they didn't know who Emmanuel was, and the only thing they saw was that he was still alive… so they shot him. But they found the dossier that Marco sold to him, and they put together the puzzle that Emmanuel, that man they just shot, might be somebody other than Marco's man, because he was dressed in luxury clothes and had a ring on his finger, also, his skin color was different than theirs.
So they sent the photo to Linda who recognized him.
Emmanuel was the only top member of Sinatra who they knew about, and now he was dead, and well, Marco's reaction was cute.
He was totally speechless and just realized he ran with it without even thinking about Emmanuel or what the fuck was with him… and now that he is dead, which meant Marco couldn't even live a second even if they let him go, because not just James would be after him but the cartel too.
He fucked up so much that this no snitching mindset meant nothing anymore. Because he still thought the cartel would avenge him, that the cartel would remember him… but no, they'd rather erase him forever. Yeah, he just endured the torture for nothing.
"Who is that?" James asked as he stepped to Linda and grabbed the phone out of her hand, looking at the picture and immediately put it together. The cartel member that they killed at his house shared the same skin color as him. "Emmanuel, is he a cartel member?"
"Yeah…" She grabbed back the phone. "He is a high ranking one, one of the branch leaders of the cartel, and now he is dead, which means they will come to avenge him, I'm sure of it." She said and looked back up, and James was smiling.
"Ohh, how good is that." He said as he just looked at Marco. "I didn't even need to move… they will come to me."
"You… w-will die." Marco muttered as he looked.
"Yeah, someday for sure, but you got what you wanted… you will not die as a snitch." He said, and with that, he pulled out his pistol and pushed it to Marco's head. But as he pulled the trigger, Linda jumped up and pushed it to the side, which caused the bullet to strike the wall instead of Marco's head and also caused James to fall.
It happened so fast that Marco thought he was actually hit while, Benjamin, Thomas, and Stephen were just frozen, not even understanding what the fuck happened and moreover, what the fuck Linda did and what for.
On the ground, James too was questioning what the fuck had happened while Linda just literaly body slammed him to the ground.
"He said nothing!" She shouted at James while he got to his knees and slowly pushed himself up with his cane. "You can't kill him until he speaks—"
A slap. A big one. It was so loud the room echoed with it. Linda, however, didn't waver, even though her whole left side was lit up in red.
She still believed in the information that Marco's holding, the information that could help them to push back the cartel or moreover advance on them, especially now when a branch leader of the Sinatra was found dead in his house.
Yeah there needs to be some information that is treasure to them, that Marco has it and would help them, and letting James just bluntly kill him would be catastrophic even though Benjamin and Thomas themselves almost killed him in the process of torturing him, because their next step was popping out his eyes and cutting down his finger one by one…
"We need him to talk." She said again, her voice firm as she eyed James, who just fucking wanted this whole bullshit to be over and go fucking home, but this whole torturing thing seemed to go nowhere.
"I'm sorry, Linda. It just came out of nowhere." James said as he looked at Linda. "But okay I understand… he needs to talk, right?" He asked, and Linda nodded. "Then let him talk, okay." James said, and he stepped up to Marco. "Hey Marco, talk." He said to him and Marco had a smirk on his face even though the pain was still unbearable.
"...f-fuck you." He stuttered… but shit, it wasn't a good answer.
James pointed the gun at his left knee and pulled the trigger.