All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
Any spelling or grammar mistakes are my own.
This is my entry into the "
The 2023 "Hammered: an Ode to Mickey Spillane" Author Challenge
".
This is a quick short one, since my laptop crashed and I couldn't recover my original story.
STORY BEGINS HERE.
Detective Johnathan Ashcroft ripped the blindfold off the eyes of his victim. He blinked his eyes trying to quickly adjust to the light. He could see a shadow of a person standing in front of him. He squinted as it came into focus. He saw Detective Ashcroft smiling down at him.
"Hello T-Bone" John said, as he drew his hand back.
"Oh shit."
That was all T-Bone got out, before he felt the pain of his nose explode. His head snapping back, the base of his skull hitting the back of the chair. He could feel the blood pouring down into his mouth and dripping off his chin. His heading slumping forward now.
"Now T-Bone. I want to know, who ordered the hit?" Detective Ashcroft said, looking down at him.
He looked up at John.
"Fuck you pig." he said and spit blood on him.
John grabbed the back of his head in his left hand, stepped forward and landed two fast elbow strikes to his left eye. T-Bone felt blood dripping down the side of his now. His vision was blurry. He was feeling dizzy. He was in quite a bit of pain.
"Again. Who ordered the hit?"
T-Bone squinted his eyes to focus on John.
"I don't snitch, bacon boy." he replied.
He closed his eyes and prepared for the next hit. Nothing happened. He opened his eyes hoping that it was over. John smiled at him, then quickly slammed a rubber mallet down into T-Bones' right hand. He screamed out in pain, as he felt the bones break.
"You mother...."