Nails In A Coffin (Demi Reynolds Book 1) by Luis Samways Read Free Book Online

later, her hood was ripped off her head. The first thing she saw was a golden watch. It belonged to the man who’d ripped her hood off. And that was Donny. She blinked a few times and noticed him smiling. Her vision was a little off center, but she focused some more, and his smile became brighter. The creases around his eyes were deep, and his teeth were gleaming with happiness.
    She had never seen him like this.
    “It’s good to see you, kid,” he managed through his smile.
    He always referred to her as “kid” for some reason. It wasn’t like she was that young or he was that much older. She guessed it was more to do with respect. It was a “respect your elders” thing. Maybe even a “respect your don” thing.
    “Hi, Donny,” she managed to say, to her boss’s delight.
    “Oh, it speaks,” he said, moving closer to her and caressing her hair. “You know, if I’d known you were such a cold-blooded cunt, then I wouldn’t have slept with you all those years ago,” he said, taking a few steps back and turning on his heels. He then seemed to disappear into the darkness and seconds later reappear with some bolt cutters. He stepped back up to her and waved the cutters around, trying to intimidate her, which wasn’t hard, seeing that she was in what seemed to be some sort of abandoned building, in the dark, surrounded by three men who could easily snap her neck. Bolt cutters or not, she knew she wasn’t getting out of there.
    “I use the word ‘cunt’ a lot, don’t you think, Demi?” he said, running his left hand across the cold surface of the bolt cutters.
    “I wouldn’t know, Donny. I guess everyone uses it a little,” she replied. She was at a loss as to what to say.
    What do you exactly say to somebody who’s about to use bolt cutters for something other than chains?
    “You can be honest, Demi. If you think I use the word ‘cunt’ a lot, then just tell me. I’m a big boy. I wouldn’t want to offend a woman in my presence.”
    She stood there and blinked. The two guys stood beside her, still holding her arms on either side. One of them jabbed her in the rib with his elbow, as if to make her reply to her boss.
    “I’m not offended,” she gasped, trying to suck up some air, but it was futile. Air wasn’t going into her lungs. It was as if air didn’t exist, and she had to dig deep to find some other way to stay alive. But she was still there, still breathing, if not struggling.
    “Well, I suppose a woman like you wouldn’t be offended by such language. I mean, you kill men for money,” he said, still stroking the bolt cutters.
    “I kill people for money,” she reiterated.
    “Ah, I see,” Donny said abruptly, waving her off with his free hand. “You don’t like it when I say that you kill men for money.”
    “I have no problem with that — it’s just not true,” she said.
    “Oh, but it is,” Donny replied. “You’ve only ever killed men for money. All the other victims, the women, have been for other reasons. I’ve never hired you to kill a woman, have I?”
    “No, but I don’t just work for you,” she said.
    “I thought you did, Demi. I was under the impression that you were loyal. But I guess I was wrong about you. I guess I was wrong about women like you.”
    He began to pace. The two men beside her gripped her tighter, as if they were aware that something was going to happen. They could tell when their boss was seething. They’d seen this routine many times before, so they were acclimated to his mannerisms, and they knew when he was about ready to crush whoever was in front of him.
    “Women like you,” he continued, still pacing, still stroking. “Women like you are the reason men like me go bald at twenty-something. It’s women like you, Demi, who make men fat. It’s women like you who drive a man to drink. Drive a man to abusing you. Beating you.” He took a deep breath. “Killing you.”
    Demi stood there and closed her eyes. She thought her time was