Chapter 2 Open your mouth

test. He puts his finger on the earpiece. "We have another one." snake pit, Mr. I smile. The snake pit is another trap I set for these bastards. A hole three meters deep that I made my men dig last night and put in five snakes. None of them poisonous. I wanted them captured and scared, not dead. -Tell them to take him back to the hut. “Then I go back to the man. -We let's wrap this up. Diaz hands me a pair of Lineman pliers and a razor blade. —Nite, you can do the honors. ’ I hand him the razor blade. He looks down, her eyes glazed over with excitement. And I see the vein in your neck throb with anticipation. Revenge is sweet. And bloody. Walking over to Bernard, I grab his arms and pull him to me. Him he screams as the bear trap's chain tightens, straining his body. Dropping to my knees between his head, I command, “Open your mouth.” He closes it, brown eyes staring at me. They promise retribution. He knows that his hours are numbered, but he also knows that his men they will retaliate. It's just a matter of when, so I'll make it count. “Nite,” I call. He steps on Bernard's trapped leg and the man screams in agony. I take the opportunity to reach her mouth and grab her tongue tightly. the pliers. He mutters a few well-chosen words and tries to shake his head. head. Your tongue instantly starts to bleed when I squeeze it, ensuring tightness. His arms fail out, trying to push me away, but he is not successful. I look at Nite as he crouches down next to me. And without thinking twice times, he takes the razor blade and plunges it across Bernard's tongue, cutting her. I stand up, the pliers still in my hand and his tongue dangling from the tip. Bernard thrashes to the foor as blood spurts from his mouth. Gurgling and vomiting sounds follow. I hand the pliers to Nite, and he regards them as his own. frst-born. The most valuable possession he will ever own. “We could make him swallow,” I offer. Nite shakes his head and hands it to Diaz to hold. -Good idea. Keep it as a souvenir. - I pick up the knife from the foor. "You had your chance at freedom." You should have taken it. — I put her back in my boot. Bernard is lying there. Where is he facing? hands, mouth wide open as the blood continues to fow. run down your chin and cover your shirt with the foor. Your body shakes, his leg pulling the bear trap and making the chain jingle. THE his skin is so torn you can see tendon and muscle. — Diaz? I snap my fngers and he hands me the ice chest. I bend over, opening the small red cooler. most of the ice melted, leaving it flled with water and a white towel. make sure to dive into the icy water and turn to Bernard. I kick him in the shoulder, pushing him onto his back and straddling his chest. He fights me but, again he is unsuccessful when I stick the towel in his mouth bloodied. “We need to apply pressure,” I tell him as he tries to breathe. Blood spurts from the corners of his mouth as he coughs and chokes on the Water. Her body convulses as she tries to breathe. —to do the bleeding stop. His hands hit my body aimlessly. I get up and walk away from him. His shaking hands pull the towel off and throw it to the foor before he grabs it. his chest and neck covered in blood. Snort, watching her sad ass bob like a fsh out of water. Water. I turn around, giving him my back, because I'm done playing with him. I get bored easily. "Boys, shall we?" We left, leaving the man behind us with his leg in the trap. and bleeding from the mouth. An animal will smell blood and it will be eaten alive or will eventually die from blood loss or dehydration. In either way it will be painful. Nite slaps me on the back. -Are you okay? I ask, giving him a quick look. This week has been tough for him and I hate that. I always admired him as a older brother. And he's the reason we're five hundred miles away home to begin with. He shakes his head because, well, that's all he can do. That bastard we just dumped cut out Nite Seven's tongue days ago because he didn't give up information about my family. We are the Bianchini, the Italian-American mafa that runs most of from Las Vegas. We all have bounties on our heads and always we are a target. If you don't defeat your enemies, they will defeat you. first. The Mafa is the most exclusive men's club in the world, and as soon as you join, you are committed for life. Nite and I use the ring on right hand. It's gold and big. Heavy. The thing is corny, but represents power. Nite is the only Bianchi who wears the ring that was not born in family. My parents adopted him right after my dad found him, making him Oliver Nite Bianchi for life. So, like me, death is your only way out. I didn't have a choice. Twenty-two years ago I was born into this and have proved my worth and loyalty to my father and his men ever since. That trip will be no different. I made this trip to show my loyalty to Nite, as he demonstrated to me and my family. Heads will roll. Literally. And it will be by my bloodstained hands.Haven I walk down the hall, my books in one hand and my cell phone in the other. other. Luca hasn't texted me in days. I hate when he does that, it goes off the grid and he's been doing that more and more lately. And not I mean just me. He avoided his classes as well. It's his father. I know that. Your family is… different. They are the shadowy fgures that hide in the alleys, just waiting for you to pass. If you have something they want it, they take it, no questions asked. He is treating his last college year just like anything else, like a inconvenient. And all the staff and teachers turn a blind eye. They they do not care. They get paid to teach our ungrateful asses and spoiled. Why should they care who shows up and who do not come? "Hey, do you girls want to help me with something tonight?" — Jasmine question. Jumping up beside me, she runs her hand along the blue wall. dark where Wildcats is painted white. She is in a good mood today because of a girl who got dumped last night via text. -No, thank you. Emilee laughs from my other side. — I'm not withI want to spend the night in jail. I have plans for this weekend with my parents. Jasmine rolls her eyes. “It's harmless. “I'll help,” I say. It's not like there's anything else to do. I would normally spend my night with Luca, but of course I will be available tonight. And the next two nights until he decides to take it your goddamn phone and text me. “See…” She throws her arm around my shoulders and looks at Emilee. — That was the correct answer when a friend asks her a question of these. We should run or die bitches. I watch your back and you mine. Emilee snorts. "The last time I took care of you, we all ended up in the back of a vehicle. Jasmine pulls away from me. “I told you we wouldn't be arrested. - Is it over there nods to her. “No, your father did it because he's a friend of the mayor,” he retorts. Emilee. “You have to admit those handcuffs turned you on. — Jasmine wiggles his dark eyebrows. “You have big problems. Emily sighs. I check my phone again. Nothing yet. hold him tighter strength, my annoyance growing with each passing second. Because he Didn't reply to my messages? It doesn't take more than a second to send a fucking message. I need something to take my mind off from that. "What do you have planned?" — I put the conversation with Jasmine on turn attention. Emilee is right, she has problems and we don't have time. to analyze them. “I'm going to slash Trenton's tires,” she replies, twirling her hair bleached blonde around the index fnger. "Maybe break some." windows. Depends on how much I drink before we go. snort. "Why waste your time?" You know he'll fx it all whatever you do with your precious car tomorrow. She raises her index fnger. "Doubtful." The pretty boy doesn't have job and is already in trouble with his father for being expelled from the soccer. She presses her thumb against her nose and sniffs. —because they have found that stash of coke in his locker. "And who alerted the trainer to your stash?" Emily asks, raising an eyebrow. Jasmine gives her an innocent smile, showing off her white teeth. pearly. “It was anonymous. -Of course it was. - She snorts. -I'm in. — The bastard deserves to spend a few days cooped up at home. for the way he treated her. Dirty. I'm willing to distribute one little karma, and since I can't give the boy what he deserves, Trenton is a good second choice. We both look at Emilee. She sighs, giving in. -Yes yes. -Great. — Jasmine starts to walk backwards, but when she passes through the men's room, the door opens, throwing her forward. Cross, a member of the Dark Kings, walks out with his hands in in the pockets of ripped jeans. He wears a backwards black cap and a Wildcats sweatshirt. All baseball team players Wildcats have one. “Excuse me,” Jasmine calls out. He ignores us and continues down the hall towards the guest door. funds that leads to baseball fields. Training starts at thirty minutes. His chiseled face was a mingled mask of annoyance and rage. “Motherfucker,” she screams, jabbing her finger at his back. Emilee sighs. "Are you just trying to get yourself into trouble today?" -What? That idiot slammed the door on me. - She rubs her ass. “He's a member of the Dark Kings,” Emilee whispers, her eyes walking down the now empty hall. Jasmine scoffs. “I bow to no one. And just because you suck