"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 James.
"Finn Orvich..." A voice came from behind him with a heavy accent and he immediately 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 meet you."
"Yeah, nice to meet you... mister?"
"Oh, my name is not important, Finn." He said, as he crossed his legs and shit, he was truly a fucking cartel member, a high ranking one, and Finn could tell it.
The alligator leather shoes with metal 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 James Bellini." He said as he sniffed and swiped his nose for a moment.
"I thought the ’sell and not use’ rule is important at the cartel." Finn said, as he immediately realized he was not just sitting in front of a cartel member, 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 some product up.
"Rules are meant to be broken, Finn, but please don’t try to buy time 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 time to do anything. He got out of the car to have some 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 time to react, no time 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 someone 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 moment 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 time.
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 someone’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 James?" He smiled. "You lied because you have an attachment 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 come here to play little mind games, or kill me... because well, you’re very bad at it." Finn answered, but now for the first time, he felt it... to kill him even if he dies in the process.
Because that was true, he had feelings and attachment for one single person in the world, James... but it couldn’t be called feeling or attachment when you live for only that one person... for him it was like his being. And if James 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." Content originally comes from novèlfire.net
"Hmm, fair enough." Finn answered, though he already knew what he was going to do... and it was something he had seen work in situations . Though it was professionally performed, but he didn’t give a fuck, he was going to die anyway.
"Good, then the first one is, name 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 dismembered 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 meant nothing, as Finn already had his plans and waited for the next and last question to do it.
"Does James have any connection to any cartels in Dennus, the Losentes, or the Cabron?"
"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 something very unprofessional." Finn said and his plan was in motion.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
Finn smiled now, but it was different this time, 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 aimed 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 me that only one fucker stands behind me, and one sits in front of me... that’s you," he said, not even blinking once. "And one thing you should know about me... 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?"