Russo
“Please! Please don't hurt me! I'll tell you everything that I need to know!”
“I would have let him handle it.” I pointed to Rocco. “But you've wasted our time. So start talking or your slagging balls go next.”
The dirtbag shivered with fright. His head bobbed back and his eyes begged for forgiveness with my blade at his neck.
“Israel..”
“Okay okay. He has people that do that line of work. I only pick up the dead bodies and transport them to the private hospital. I swear—that's all I do!”
“I don't believe you,” I said and Rocco laughed.
“It's the truth, I swear! Please don't hurt me!”
I pressed the blade a little further to his neck and suddenly I perceived a foul smell. Looked down at the dickhead and he pissed himself!
Seriously!
“Great. We were having fun and no
