Page 111 of Angelic Vengeance

Before I could attempt to take the bag off my head, another man ran into me to tackle me down. I threw him off my back. When he fell, he grabbed onto the black material covering my face and took it off with him.

During the struggle, the rope tying my hands loosened, allowing me to break my hands free. Still, the bind cut into my skin; blood dripping from my wrists.

More soldiers stepped forward, circling me, and I rolled my shoulders ready to fight.

As soon as one stepped forward, I landed a punch on his jaw – he dropped to the floor like a fly. Blood began pooling on the cement under his head.

Another one advanced towards me, machete in hand. When he swung the blade in my direction, I dipped and took out his legs. A gurgle sounded behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see he’d fallen on the razor, cutting his own neck.

My head turned to the side as a punch attempt landed on my cheek. I glanced to the side to see an agent. I grabbed his jaw and snapped his neck.

Something hit my foot. I looked down to see a small compact.Beep. Beep.

It exploded; gas surrounded the space around me within a split second. My eyes burned and my head swarmed.

My body fell, but I was out before I hit the ground.

I groaned, struggling to open my eyes, or remember where I was and why. Something dug into my wrists and I glanced down to see I was tied to a chair. My muscles felt like jelly and despite my best efforts, I couldn’t break loose.

There was a buzzing in my ear that wouldn’t stop, and it felt like I had smoke in my head clouding my thinking.

“What the fuck… What the fuck is this?!”

I looked up towards the shrieks.

Ruiz had opened multiple of the wood boxes which had been prepared for the shipment. She spun around, glancing in my direction and lifting one of the products in the boxes. “Feel-good Gummies? Are you fucking kidding me?”

I knew she’d be too ignorant and stupid to understand it was in plain sight.

“Where’s the fucking cocaine?”

That’s the cocaine,dumbass.

“What cocaine?”

“Don’t play fucking dumb with me! Where is it?!”

“Where’s what?”

“The cocaine!”

“What cocaine?”

Ruiz’s chest heaved up and down as she walked towards me. She leaned down in front of me, raising a knife in her hand. “Listen up, Zachary, and listen well. For every minute you waste of my time, I will inflict pain. Understood?”

I spit in her face.

Ruiz closed her eyes and I watched the blood spill down her mouth and chin. That must’ve been worth around ten cuts. Worth it.

“I’m going to ask you one more time.Where. Is. It.”

Ruiz punched me again. The pain was really starting to wear off. It seemed like she was more exhausted than me.

“Let’s get moving! I want all of the narcotics gone by the time the feds get here!” Her words faded as she left the warehouse, taking the others with her to search outside. They’d already searched the rest of the island, and found nothing.

The shipment was already late by hours. The clients must’ve notified Matteo, who was probably on his way and not far. I just had to hold off a little longer.

The black bag had made a reappearance. Ruiz had put it over my head to stop me from spitting in her face again. Not sure why she didn’t like it; girls back in New York asked me to do it all the time.