noirsealed part 9

"He didn't do anything!", Cirrin squarked, alarmed, as Cucali's fist impacted with the wall next to his head. "He's innocent!"

"Careful," Cucali said, casually drawing her fist back again. "Next one might not miss."

She swung his fist towards his face, only to pull it back when he screamed, "STOP!"

"You ready to sing?"

"He'll do it, he'll do it! They beat it out of him, he swears! He didn't just tell them!"

Cucali smiled a sickly smile. "Tell them /what/, Cirrin?"

"That the bar girl's been following you and you didn't beat her up for it!"

"And who," Cucali grabbed Cirrin by the throat, still smiling, "are 'they'?" She squeezed. "No pressure."

"Hgk- mercy- they called one of the guys Boxer! That's the only name he knows 'em by! They came in masked up!"

"Fucking useless piece of shit." Cucali dropped Cirrin, and he fell to the floor, gasping.

"Can - can he go now?"

"Whatever," Cucali gave Cirrin one final kick to the ribs, and then turned and walked out.


Paloma struggled against the bonds binding her to the chair, but it was no use.

"Listen to me," she tried to reason with the masked man keeping watch over her, "I've seen her work and you don't stand a chance! You should run while you can!"

"Are you seriously trying to give us advice?"

"She doesn't even like me! Why are you doing this?!"

"You're where the money is, honey," he grinned.

"Stop this!"

But he ignored her, going back to his magazine.