Massive Attack (A Guy Niava Thriller Book 1) by Dana Arama (e reader for manga .txt) 📗

“What are you implying?”

“I suggest taking the battery out. So no one can find its location.”

I nodded my head with a single movement, “Do it.” I said to Aldo, “Check his bag properly to make sure there is no cell phone there.”

He picked up the bag once again and looked in all the compartments. “No telephone, boss.”

“How come you don’t have a phone?” I asked the kid, “Who goes around without a phone?”

“I was in a hurry to leave my place,” he answered, quickly. He was a quick learner. It was better this way. He elaborated, “I must have forgotten it there.”

We parked the car in the underground parking lot of the apartment block. Aldo returned all the contents to the bag and gave it to me. If he wasn’t more obedient than stupid, I would shoot him. “What are you giving me the bag for? Give it to the kid, so that his hands are kept busy.”

“Where are you taking me?” the boy asked once again. I marveled. The kid had spunk. We had beaten him a little already. Not enough to break any bones, but his eye was swollen, and a handprint was clearly ingrained on his cheek. Usually by this stage, the kidnapped don’t dare open their mouths.

We didn’t answer him. Both my aides held him on either side, and I stood before them. We didn’t even look at him. We had quite a bit of experience in causing fear on whoever needed it. The silence was just the beginning. He would ride waves of pleasure and suffering, of attention and disregard, of being high on drugs and desperate from their withdrawal.

All this. Until he collapsed.

We went up to the apartment. Each month, as part of my precautionary rules, I rented myself a new apartment. The authorities hadn’t picked up on it yet. Nor had my annoying uncle. This was another one of my side actions he didn’t know of. In the apartment lived four Eastern European women who worked for me entertaining men. I am sure that when they had dreamt about starting a new life in America this is not what they had in mind. But to make a dream come true one has to work, and this work suited them. Besides the fact of the matter was that life in America was expensive and they had to pay.

The apartment was magnificently big. Persian carpets dulled the noise of anything that might fall suddenly. Things like that happened when a customer preferred rough sex. The girls were pretty and available, and the drinks were already poured out into glasses. The kid was given a glass of whiskey and, with a little encouragement, drank it down to the last drop. I chose two of my favorite girls and went into the bedroom with them for a couple of hours of pleasure. I knew that outside my guys would keep on investigating and would get every detail I needed out of the boy.

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“Jonathan Niava, because you managed to get into my files and told others about it, you have ruined my transaction and now you will have to pay dearly for my losses.” I sat opposite him in a comfortable lounge chair. We had sat him on a simple wooden chair.

“To pay?”

His clouded drunkenness had dissipated and now he looked shocked. Still not scared, like those who have never encountered violence and are not aware of what is about to happen to them. I smiled at him, “It is your lucky day and you can make amends for the damages you have caused me. You have one advantage that the others don’t have.”

“What is the advantage?”

“You are Jewish. You are Israeli and my clients especially like Israelis.”

“Clients?” he repeated after me, not quite comprehending the trouble he was in. He really didn’t understand. This is how it is with law-abiding citizens that find themselves involved in things that don’t concern them. The truth of the matter was that I preferred to deal with those who understood when to be afraid, rather than those whose fear paralyzed them. I felt a lack of cooperation on Jonathan’s part, as well as betrayal. He was supposed to beg for his life now. He was supposed to do anything besides sit there, frozen. That was no fun. I decided to shorten the procedure.

“You told Alex here that you saw the names of the weapons and the sites. You are a smart boy. You must understand that my clients are a Muslim terrorist group. I think an ISIS cell. You will be handed over to them and they will use you as they see fit.”

At long last, a reaction. His face took on a frightening pallor. I was afraid he would have a heart attack before I managed to finish the deal.

Just as I was starting to enjoy myself, to dominate his brain, I received a telephone call.

Aldo answered and handed the phone over to me. “Boss, it’s Dubroshin...I am here on the trail of the blonde bitch who is sniffing after you. She is sitting with a man we don’t recognize. I took a picture of him and passed it on to our security center and they say he was seen at the casino this morning.”

“Did you check who served him?”

“Yes. I questioned her as well. He asked about drugs and she told him to come back this evening.” He hesitated before he asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“Finish off whoever you need to.”

“I think you need to finish off the three of them, but not now. I want to know what their interest is in you.”

“Just make sure that the waitress who talked won’t talk again and don’t take your eyes off them. I want to know where they go and with whom they are meeting up.” With that, I disconnected the call and handed the phone back to Aldo.

My nerves were on edge and with them