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“Of course, you wouldn’t,” Lukas concurred, “Which is why I’m currently seating here because my men are unable to get the job done,”
“You’re just wasting your time. You can torture me all you want, but you’re not getting a thing out of my mouth. That’s a promise,” He was resolute.
For a moment, Lukas didn’t say a word and simply read out from the report, “Peter Ivanov, thirty-five years old. No father, mother, grandmother, nearest relatives, and most of all, no girlfriend or wife…” Lukas lifted his face, “Which means you have nothing to lose because you’re not afraid of death nor do you have something that can be used against you,”
Peter smirked, as if saying, “I told you so, ”
But Lukas was not distressed, instead, a smile curved his mouth when he announced, “All except one,”
Peter’s face furrowed, confused by his comment.
There was a playful yet dangerous glint in Lukas’s s eyes as he snapped his fingers and a woman stepped into the basement, her heels click-clacking against the floor, and in her grasp was a rare snow-white Chihuahua pressed to her chest.
The once confident look vanished from Peter’s face, replaced by a trace of panic. He shifted uneasily on his seat as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Lukas smirked, he was right. Everyone had a weakness. He reached out to his assistant who handed the dog over to him and took her leave.
“Aww, you cute little thing,” He cooed to the dog who didn’t protest rather leaned into his touch.
However, Peter was not deceived by that harmless gesture. Lukas was already making a statement by having his dog over here, it was pure blackmail.
“They said a dog is man’s best friend but to some, it’s family,” Lukas held his gaze, seeing through Peter’s brave front.
“No, don’t touch him!” He hollered with abject terror when Lukas’s hands tightened around the dog’s neck. He struggled against the restraints but it was bound really tight. There was no escaping this or Lukas’s wrath.
Lukas loosened his grip on the dog but his tone was taunt and his gaze dark,
“Where are my guns?”
“Where are my guns, Peter?” All joviality had left Lukas’s tone. Right now, his eyes were dark and emotionless, his tone so cold it could freeze over a river.
However, Peter didn’t read the signs or he was simply prepared to die.
“You should just kill me, bastard!” He said, yet eyed the chihuahua in Lukas’s hands. Once he was dead, the bastard would have no use for the dog and would let it go. Even if he doesn’t, he wouldn’t be alive to watch Lukas end the poor creature.
However Lukas laughed, pointing at him,” Oh, I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to provoke me into finishing you off …” he glanced down at the Chihuahua,” Little doggy, daddy wants to leave you. But unfortunately, you might have to say goodbye first, ”
At once, Lukas pressed the muzzle of the gun against the dogs head,
“Where should I start? The head and give you a quick death? Or the limb? Give you a slow painful death – that one would be on your papa,”
“W-what are you doing?” Peter choked as Lukas’s hand curled around the trigger.
…..
However, the man didn’t even glance at him, he continued his communion with the dog who seemed to have taken a liking to him, “You’re a good doggy…” he stroked his furs, “But my guns are more important!”
“No, wait -!” Peter bellowed seconds away from Lukas pulling the trigger.
Lukas’s brow raised.
“I’ll tell you the truth,” Peter quickly added, “But first, you have to promise me not to hurt him, he’s the only family I have left,”
Lukas pulled down the gun, “I don’t do promises,”
“Then what’s the assurance you won’t hurt him?!” Peter yelled, he was so tired of his games.
“That’s the problem, you don’t. So you can either choose to trust me blindly and tell me where my guns are or you can keep your mouth shut and I’ll end the doggy painfully and slowly right in front of you. It’s your choice,” Lukas gave him the condition with a smiling face.
Psychopath.
“Fine,” Peter agreed.
Lukas simply gave a sign and the lady from earlier came over and took the dog from him, vanishing from sight.
“Now, talk turkey,” Lukas crossed his leg over the other, assuming his get down to business demeanor.
Peter licked his bloody lips, “I don’t have your guns, Lukas,” He confessed.
“Don’t play me!” Lukas growled at him.
Who was he fooling with that? A whole armory was gone! Although the money loss from it was nothing to him, it had a negative effect in the long run.
If his guns become rampant in the streets, not only would his goods lose market value, but the crime rate would increase, and the authorities would come snooping in – which he wasn’t ready to deal with at the moment. In one word, he had to get his weapons before it gets sold or control them after its circulation-both option was hard work right now.
“I only gave him the location of the armory,”
Lukas shot up to his feet, “Yeah, you gave him the address to steal my weapons and who is this he?”
“Elijah,” Peter disclosed, “He’s a known mercenary, all I had to do was give him the location and I get my money -”
“But then we caught you,” Lukas completed smugly. Then, he focused the gun on him, “Thanks for the info,”
Peters eyes widened, “No, you can’t kill me,”
“But you were asking for it less than….” Lukas checked his watch, ” Three minutes ago,” Yeah, he was that observant and smart.