Chapter 223. Do You Crave Death?

The next hour consisted of Carlos being beaten repeatedly with bats. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been in so much pain. Pain that he wanted to end so badly but kept going on. He wondered at some point if McCarthy had wanted to have him beaten to death. It was likely to happen very soon if that was the plan. But then Clyde McCarthy raised his hand and the men who were beating him stopped.

Carlos pulled together every bit of strength he had in him and forced his lips into a smile. He got one final bat to the stomach for his trouble. He pulled himself together and looked back up at McCarthy who had come closer. He put the smile right back where it was.

“You think you’re clever don’t you? You little shit.” McCarthy said. “You’ve been all up in my business for so long that I figured I’d get into yours.” The man walked around the chair that he was tied to slowly. “You never seem to learn your lesson do? The first time you crossed my path, you stole from me. And pe