Chapter Fourteen
Gorilla rolled up his shirt sleeves to just above his elbows and went to collect his prisoner from the hall where he lay semi-conscious. The floor was a mass of blood and teeth. Gorilla ripped off the balaclava to reveal the damaged face of a heavyset man with a drooping moustache, covered in blood. The man's eyes were bulging wide in terror and his face was a mask of sweat.
Gorilla knelt down in front of him, the ASP hanging loosely in his hand. When he spoke, his tone was matter-of-fact.
“Now, you listen to me, sunshine. I don't have time to f**k about here. So here's what's going to happen. I want to know who you are, who hired you and what you've been told. I'm not going to count to three, or any of that bullshit – you understand me? This isn't the movies and I'm no
