Dead blood

Chapter 1

Harlow's pov

Blood

A familiar scent to me to me now.  Most 22 year old's smell vodka, not that i'm not drinking 24/7, but that's beside the point. I'm here waiting for Layla hurry the fuck up and bring me the dude i need to get answers from.

The best part about being in a gang is getting to do this torture shit to people. I dont need to know about their sticky kids or ugly wife i just wanna hurry up and get answers so i can go and get blackout drunk.

As i was about to pour myself a shot of vodka, i heard the heels of Layla walking through the cold garage on the security cameras. i groan as i open the heavy doors to greet her and whatever low life i need to beat the shit out of.

I walked to the  garage and realised she wasn't there so i began walking to the entrance of the basement. I walked until i heard her giggling at the mans muffled squeals.

"Great" I huffed, looking own at the train of blood under my feet.

"Hey bestie!" Layla cheerfully greeted me, walking out of the small room she was in.

"Hi, did you really need to get blood everywhere, now i need to clean in case anyone notices." i groaned following her back into the small room with the man tied to a chair in the middle.

"I'm sorry but if he wasn't being such a bitch, I would have gotten him here easier." she scoffed turning around to look at me.

"Whatever, just pass me those pliers on that table." I said to her as she walked over to grab them.

I walked over to the man and ripped the tape off of the mans mouth listening  to his loud wines from the burn around his lips.

"Quit whining pussy!" I spit at the man as he squirms in the wooden chair.

"Now are you going tell me what I need to know or are we gonna have to do this the hard way?" I ask the man as i take the pliers from Layla's hands. I see the man trying to gather salivia to spit at me but before he does, i grab a blood bucket and put it up against  his moth before he can even try to aim at me.

"I'm guessing he likes to do things the hard way." I chuckle looking at Layla before taking the sharp end of the pliers and jabbing them into his thigh. The mans screams echo the small,cold room.

"Now, I'm hoping that made you want to speak up?" I ask the man who's still crying in pain.

"Fuck you!"

"So he really does like doing it the hard way. I'm going to ask you one thing, don't answer and I'll stab you way worse than your leg and with something way sharper than these. Got it?"

I watched the man hesitate before nodding his head.

"Good, that's what i thought." I say before walking back to the wood washed table and grabbed the butterfly knife and flipped it open in front of the mans face and held it to his cheek before applying a little pressure.

"First question, why did Jones start trying to fight us now, he's had 6 years to try something, why now?" I asked the man as he looked down at the knife against his face and back up at me

"Well? I'm waiting."

"He knows something." he tells me. I look at him with a puzzled look on my face. I press the knife harder against his face allowing blood to trickle down to his chin.

"Your lying."I say to the man as i drag the knife along his cheekbone to his chin. He whimpered.

"Why would i lie to someone that has a knife to my face." he cried. I sighed taking the knife away from his face and trowing it onto the floor. The man, who's name i still did not know, let out a relived breath.

"Whats your name?" I asked a question that I usually didn't care about the answer to but I made an exception to today. He looked at me with a confused look on his face

"I-it's F-f-freddie."He stutterers.

"Well then f-f-freddie."I say mocking him "I don't really need you anymore so i should just let you go." I say to him. Freddie's face lit up as he heard me.

"wait,really?" he asks as his voice pipes up.

"Well I could..but where's the fun in that."i laugh as his face drops instantly. "So instead of letting you go, I'm going to kill you. Not straight away because wheres the fun there, so i'm gonna make it slow and painful." I laugh as he starts trying to get the knots on his wrists un-done as i turn to walk away.

"I have a wife and kids,I'm only 30 and i still have a long life to live things to do before i die, i don't want to die like this,please don't!" He pleads. I chuckle at his little story.

"That's a touching story.  It really is.  Not my problem."I say to him laughing still as i grab the knife with a butterfly on

"omg i love this knife, where did you get it?" I ask Layla as she looks up from her phone she had been scrolling through this whole time.

"uh It was my Mom's in the 80's" She tells me with a smile on her face.

"oooh vintage, so adorable."I say turning back around on my heel to face Freddie again, tears streaming down his bloody face.

"Where was I? oh yeah i was about to give you a long painful death." I say to myself before stabbing him in his shoulder and twisting the knife.He screamed and cried as I twisted it more.

"This is practically just a prick compared to what else i'm going to do to you." I tell him as he cries  near my ear. I pull out the knife and place it on the table. I hear him say something as im walking away and i decide to listen.

"Who are you?" He whimpers in pain.

"Who am i?" I chuckle and pause

"I'm the baddest bitch you'll ever fucking meet." I say before taking the knife again and plunging it into his chest