7. Quit messing around



Didn’t matter what damage they did.  Getting his innards busted up by steel-clad fists.  The guy wasn’t coming out of this alive, anyway.  As long as he spilled the beans.

The sucker was built.  Muscular, strong.  Abs solid, defined.  Cobblestones.  And obstinate as hell.

That belly was just asking for it.  Inviting, a challenge to any interrogator.  Dealing with a pig-headed captive.

Thumped hard.  Pounded by steel.  Muscle hadn’t been invented that could fend off a good set of knuckle-rings.


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