?Running With Scissors ?

?c h a p t e r 44?

"I-I am sorry boss. He hit me and I-" The guy known as Nacho was silenced by a gunshot.

His lifeless body hit the floor by my feet. DeLeon tisked a few times while, from what I could see, looking at his shoes. "It never fails that I finally get a good pair of shoes only to bloody them. It's so hard to find quality white leather these days."

I don't say anything. What can I say? This is the man that was paramount in ruining my life. Between him and Handle, I have nothing left.

"Oh God, Dion! Do you always have to make a mess wherever you go?" Speak of the Devil, Handle speaks.

"I prefer the shade of blood over any color." He laughs.

There was a pause while the two guys look me over. My eye is swollen, I think my eyebrow has opened up too but overall I feel dandy.

"Miguel!" DeLeon calls and my other guard rushes in. "Fix him up so he can see and clean all this blood off him. I don't want to mess my suit up."

Without a word, Miguel runs out and not a minute later, comes in and begins to clean my face. He uses a razor blade to cut my eyelid and drain the blood so I can see. It's painful but effective. Once I'm as clean as a beaten and shot kidnapped man can be, he leaves me alone with Satan and his Minion.

"You look like crap." Handle says while pulling up a crate to sit on.

"Hey," DeLeon puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes. "Be nice Don, he's been through a lot the past year. A dead mom. Losing your home. Being framed by your only friend. Living on the streets and being chased by your own government. He has a right to look this bad."

Handle chuckles, fully enjoying my helpless state. "Don't forget his sweet little girlfriend. You should have been there, Dion. From what I heard, she was a tun of fun."

I snap my head up and glare at him. He noticeably freezes but quickly adjusts under my piercing stare.

"Oh, a sore spot." DeLeon gasps dramatically. "Maybe when we're done here I can pay her a visit. What was her name again? Savannah?"

"Samantha."

"That's right. I like them feisty." He nods and looks over at my arm. "But first, you and I have business."

DeLeon grabs a chair and, after setting a handkerchief on the seat, he sits down facing me. All I can think is how prissy DeLeon is for a cartel leader.

"It is not easy to catch my attention Luca but you did and with flair. If I didn't hate you, I might actually like you. For a while I had even considered letting you go but then you just had to mess up my good mood. I know what my men did to Samantha was hurtful, but seeing my sisters' husband in pieces was hurtful too." He crosses his leg over, getting comfortable.

"Your brother in law was a cheating rapist. You should thank me." I smile at him playfully.

I know I'm stoking the fire or whatever but I don't care anymore. He threatened Constance so at this point he had better kill me before I get free and kill him first.

"Maybe so but she loved him nonetheless. Regardless you are going to die but Don here has some concerns."

"Luca, I need to know if you have heard of a mercenary called Scissors." Handle prods.