Chapter 2 Never Make Promises

Vincent.

"You mad fucker! You can't get any information out of me!"

I smirked watching the man I held captive. He was tied to a chair, missing several limbs from the interrogation, but he still didn't budge.

I played with the gun in my hands, twirling it here and there.

"You're a stubborn one huh?" I stood up from my seat crossing over to the chair the captive was tied.

"I admire loyalty, it's the one thing I seek in all the people around me. So before I send you to hell, know that your loyalty has my infinite admiration."

The man's eyes quivered, blood dripping from the side of his face into his mouth. I could hear his teeth chattering from cold, he'd been dunked in ice, burned, lost several fingers but he still refused to budge.

I placed the tip of the gun to his forehead, chuckling at the stubbornness in his eyes before I lowered the gun to his chest at his heart, his eyes were still hard. I lowered it towards his stomach and he glared at me.

"I'll have you know that I love eyes that stare at me with hate. Do you know what hatred does to me?" I taunted, "It gives me power." I said in a sick tone that made the man curl.

I lowered the tip of the gun to the spot between his legs right at his manhood, his eyes went wide this time.

"How do you think it would feel to send a bullet into this little friend of yours down there? I heard the pain is gut wrenching. You'll suffer immensely but it won't kill you. Of course you won't have to worry about your reproductive ability anymore because you'll suffer pain beyond imagination, lose blood and go straight to Lucifer. Say hi to him when you get there huh."

My hand unhesitatingly made to press the trigger when he suddenly howled.

"No, don't!!!" He was trembling, staring at me like the lord of hell himself.

"Have something to say?" I queried.

Turns out a man wasn't afraid to lose his limbs, but the little friend below was a fatal one, it generates both pleasure and pain.

"I'll... I'll talk!"

With a satisfied grin I slapped his face softly, "Good dog. Now speak."

"Before I say anything I need your word first. If you swear that you won't kill me I'll tell you everything."

I cocked my head to the side.

"Such a simple request. Alright I agree, tell me everything I want to know."

"Donatello's right hand man will be bringing the item to a club tonight. They're meeting someone from the Russian mob. The club they'll be meeting at is an unsuspicious shingles club in uptown LA."

I'd gotten my information.

"You should have said this earlier before you lost half your body parts." I tutted, "Nevertheless, you've been very helpful."

"Boom!"

With his eyes wide in disbelief I shot the man in the head.

Rocco walked up to me bringing over a handkerchief to wipe the blood that splashed on my face.

"I thought you promised not to kill him."

"Promised?" I laughed, "I never make promises."

Leaving the rest of my men to clean up the mess I turned around to leave the torture chamber.

"Call Simon to ready the jet, we're flying to LA."

Hours later Rocco and I arrived at the bustling singles club.

"Vince, I just asked around. Donatello's man is a frequent guest of this club, they use this to perform transactions as it is the most unsuspecting place. The bouncer seems loyal, he looked at me suspiciously when I asked. Even after slipping him a hundred he won't say anything."

I hummed.

"Do you know what the man looks like?"

"Donatello's people are very secretive but we should stay low and watch, I think after the last encounter, I'll recognize him if I see him."

"Stay alert." I instructed and we walked up to a VIP booth at the higher floor in the club.

"Natalia called earlier, she wanted to know where you are." Rocco informed.

"And what did you tell her?"

"That she should stop stalking you."

Natalia was my ex girlfriend, broke up with her merely a few days ago and she was constantly on my tail.

It wasn't my fault I got sick of women easily. Natalia had been no different.

I watched every new arrival at the club keenly, waiting for my enemy's man to walk in but even after half an hour of watching, he still didn't show up.

Bored, my eyes lazily fell to the dance floor.

Women of different shapes and sizes swayed to music. But one stood out like a sore thumb.

With slight interest I kept my eyes on her.

She moved like no one was watching. Slightly goofy yet unbelievable alluring at the same time.

My interest grew and I watched her keenly.

Her body was captivating, nice rounded curves beautifully tucked into a short black dress. I enjoyed watching her sway on the dance floor.

She suddenly stopped as if feeling my gaze on her. I waited for her to turn and look up in my direction before I sent her a smug smirk.

Lovely brows furrowed in slight confusion as she cocked her head curiously.

Most girls who caught me staring would walk up to me to try to initiate a conversation.

I was fully confident in my looks to be able to pull any girl without making too much effort, but this one merely stared at me for a few seconds before she turned away seeming uncomfortable as if I were some creep.

"Unbelievable." I scoffed.

She whispered something to another girl dancing beside her then I saw her walk away from the dance floor however some guy stopped her half way.

The guy talked to her for a few minutes and I could tell he was hitting on her.

It appeared she rejected him and made to walk away but he was persistent, he followed her everywhere apparently trying to convince her before she relented going with him to the bar as her friends urged her on.

I didn't take my eyes off her.

Her appearance had certainly distracted me from my agenda here tonight.

The guy ordered a drink for her and I watched them conversing for sometime.

Something about the guy didn't seem right. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled something out when she was unaware.

With a knowing smile on my face I leaned towards the railing to watch closely.

I saw him slip a tiny white drug into her drink without the girl knowing.

"That fucker." I suddenly found myself standing up.

I wasn't one to intervene in situations that didn't concern me, but this one caught my interest.

The girl with sparkling blue eyes.

I definitely wouldn't watch this slide.

"Where are you going?" Rocco asked as I suddenly stood up.

"Stay here and watch for our target, I'm going to butt into something that doesn't concern me." I flashed him a grin and walked down the steps but before I could reach the bar, the girl had tipped the glass up downing the entire glass of wine.

That little idiot! Couldn't she tell the guy beside her must have bad intentions?