XXI
Dylan tapped the side of Andrew's face until he stirred. He and Samuel spent the hour he had been knocked out, hanging him from the rafters by the ankles of an abandoned building. Andrew attempted to move his arms and legs, and looked like a fish on a hook. Dylan snickered as he moved.
"You let me down this instant!" Andrew said.
Dylan knelt. "Your little brother tried to kill Haruna Wu."
"That bitch deserved it!"
"Who ordered the hit?"
"We don't take names." Andrew stopped.
"Who ordered the hit?"
Andrew spat and swore in Russian. Dylan stood and took a step back. He wiped his face and took out his knife. "I'm not asking you again."
"Kill me, see if I care. My father..." Dylan didn't let him finish.
"Your father isn't here, and I'm not killing you."
"You don't have the guts to do it. Fine, then let me go."
"Dylan, we don't have time for this attitude. I got other business to attend," Samuel said.
Dylan shrugged his shoulders. "He's right." Dylan took Andrew's belt off.
"What are you doing?" Andrew's nose and forehead scrunched up.
"I don't feel like torturing you for information. Either tell me, or this will get uncomfortable for everyone, but most of all you." Dylan unbuttoned Andrew's pants and pulled out his cock.
Samuel laughed. "Coming up short in this department, are we?"
Andrew's face turned red. He thrashed and pushed toward Samuel. "I am going to skin your family alive."
Samuel's laugh was replaced with a scowl. "What did you say?" He lifted Andrew's head and drove his fist into his face several times. "Don't you ever talk about my family." A stream of blood fell from Andrew's mouth and nose.
Dylan grabbed Samuel and pulled him off Andrew. Dylan leaned in close to Samuel. "You're going to kill him. I need him alive."
Andrew's eyes were already swelling, and his nose was broken. "Sure you don't want to talk?"
"Go... to... hell."
Dylan took his knife and placed it under Andrew's balls. He pulled only enough for a stream of blood to fall down the blade.
"Wait... wait..."
"Yes?" Dylan leaned down.
"Timothy Vanco. He paid us to kill Haruna Wu and the woman testifying against his wife."
Samuel leaned over to Dylan. He whispered, "Madam Vanco's husband."
"Oh, that makes sense." Dylan put the knife away.
"So, we are done here? You can cut me down."
"No." Dylan bent back down and grabbed Andrew by the back of his head. "Here's what you're going to do. You are confessing to every crime you ever committed."
"Why?"
"Because otherwise, you will be released," Samuel said.
"And if you're released while I'm still in town, I'll find you and cut your testicles off," Dylan said. "The police will be coming. You will confess on camera to Haruna Wu. No bail. No plea. You're going to jail. You don't get out."
Dylan stood and walked away. They got to Dylan's Mustang when Samuel turned towards Dylan. "That was fun. I thought you were going to cut his testicles off."
"I still might." Dylan got into the Mustang. The two drove away. Samuel called the police after a few miles, and the cops took Andrew Vasiliev into custody.
