Thanks for the reviews! Vermontgirl61, Dani-9900, Lily Jayne, Anna, krystknght, MentalistLover and Sabsi13, you are all so kind.
The Boss
Jane shook his head showering the men with icy water. Dizzy from his efforts he lowered his head, taking in gulps of air. His mind reeled from his body's distress. Ignore it; you have to think this through. The mafia is highly structured. They follow a strict code of ethics. The boss, is he underboss or capo, doesn't matter, the personalities are close enough. If I can…
The boss nodded and the big man slapped Jane across the face nearly knocking him out of the chair.
Jane spit out,"What's with all this violence? Are we not civilized people in this country? Really, I'm sure this is just a simple misunderstanding." He pulled off the condescending voice beautifully. Now, boss man needs to come a little bit closer.
The big man frowned at his boss, giving him the "see what I've gotta put up with" face.
The boss walked up to Jane pulling out a knife.
Jane heard the steps and caught a whiff of stale cigarettes, bourbon and Armani cologne. Uh oh, I really pulled a number on him. I was a little over the top when I embarrassed him in front of the clubhouse. Mob rule number one- Don't kill a cop. I just need to make him angry enough to walk away but not angry enough to speak.
Jane felt a tug at the bottom of his shirt. The cold tip of a blade lightly dipped into his skin just above the navel hesitating.
"This isn't very sporting. Are you afraid to take me on?" The boss has to remain cool in front of his men.
The reply was the sound of his skin and shirt tearing. The shirt flew open leaving a thin bloody trail from waist to chest. Jane slowed his rapid breathing.
Someone pulled his shirt back exposing his shoulders. Jane wiggled and tried to pull away. Several pairs of hands shoved him back down into the chair. Warm fingers probed the bruised shoulder finding the intended placement. The knife sliced through the skin tearing into cartilage hitting the intended ganglia of nerves.
A high-pitched scream followed. You can do this. Push back the pain, nice girly screams.
Turning his blindfold face toward his attacker, his voice cracking, "you're just an over grown bully."
His head slumped forward, desperately seeking the appearance of unconsciousness. He felt the hand move to the other shoulder probing. The cold blade bit into the skin. The boss's warm smoky breath fell across his jaw. Jane's tiny flinch was obvious to the experienced elder. The knife plunged into the ganglia and cartilage. Jane's body jerked. Uncontrollable sobs racked his chest while small streams of blood and sweat soaked into his pants. The boss's presence moved away.
Jane swayed building agitation in his demeanor. "Thirsty! Could someone get me some water?"
The boss retreated in disgust handing the blade to his insubordinate. Screams followed him to the limo.
Jane's body slumped with his head resting on his chest.
"He's a real piece of work."
"I don't know how the boss managed to keep his cool."
"Throw more water on him and see if a loser like yourself can make him scream again".
They did their best "to teach him a lesson". The physical pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Nothing compared to what Red John did to his wife and child. I deserve this and so much more.
Pat, Pat?
It's my fault you died. I'm sorry… so… sorry. You asked me to stop. I didn't… I couldn't stop. I should have stopped. You're gone. Both gone. Why couldn't I stop? Why? I miss you so much!
No Pat! He did this… not you. We were happy… Yes, you can be an ass and I got mad at you sometimes, but I know you and love you. You hid your heart from others… not from me… not from our daughter. We knew you loved us. We know deep down inside you're a strong and good man. Stop being a selfish ass and live your life. Why can't you understand, we want you to be happy. Be strong for us. Don't give up. Fight… Fight for the man we love!
He wanted to reached out and touch her, to feel her warmth. He started humming his daughter's favorite song.
"He's awake. What's he trying do?"
"The jackass is delirious."
"We dump him at the golf course tomorrow before sun up."
"Boss must've liked your plan."
"Yea, he liked the idea of getting a kid to suggest the scenic route."
"What's not to like, kids are cheap and no one suspects them. Besides he was just hanging out around the store."
"Hey, I'm hungry! What does a man have to do around here to get some food?"
That's it baby, survive.
TBC