THE BLACK WIDOW RANCH Sin City Novels

As he pushed by me, I moved quickly, grabbed his left arm from behind with my left hand, and brought it up viciously behind his back in an arm lock. At the same time, my right arm encircled his throat and I brought his stinking body back into mine. He howled in anguish until I tightened my grip on his throat, cutting off his air.
"You're not going anywhere, not until I get some answers."
I threw him to the floor in the middle of the debris and stood over him. I reached down with both hands and brought him up by his tank top. I held him with my left hand and slapped him hard across his cheek. He screamed in agony as tears welled up in his eyes. I threw him back to the trailer floor among the dirty underwear and the dirty paper plates and the beer cans and stood over him as he sobbed in pain and fear.
"Lady, please, I can't tell you anything about Nell. You have to understand she's crazy. And vicious. You don't know what you're dealing with."
"And you don't know what you're dealing with. Number one, Nell's not going to find out what you tell me. I mean, I'm not going to tell her. That leaves you. I know you're not too smart, Les, but I think you're smart enough not to slit your own throat. We can do this the easy way or I can slap it out of you line by line. But believe me, I'm going to get my answers."
I grabbed him again by his shirt and raised my open right palm. His beady eyes showed fright.
"Oh, don't hit me again, lady! Please don't hit me again! I can't stand it," he screamed in terror. "I'll tell you anything, anything you want to know. Please don't hit me!"
I pushed him back onto his back on the floor. "Okay, dude, where's Nell?"
"I don't know." I moved toward him. "Honest, lady, I don't know. Please believe me."
I grabbed him up by his shirt again, picked him up and spun him around, and reapplied my arm lock and choke hold. He tried to scream.
"Listen to me, maggot breath. I'm going to say this one time. I want the truth out of you. You are to answer my questions. If I suspect you're lying to me or not telling me something that's relevant, I'm going to break both your motherfucking arms." I put pressure on his arm. He moaned. "And after I do that I'm going to pound your face to a pulp. Let's start over. Where in the fuck is Nell?" I put pressure on his arm again.
"Ohhh! Pleeease, lady! I don't know. Honest to God, I don't know. She might be in Vegas." I relaxed my pressure but still held Les's arm firm.

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