Ryder looks pissed. “I suspect if they want a war, they are going to get one.” “So-so I can go?” the guy whimpers. I smirk, and Ryder grins. “No, you’re going to be a message, like I said. Now, please hold still and try to breathe. This will hurt.” We all sit back and watch Ryder’s handiwork. I did learn from the best, after all. I might be cruel and crazy, but Ryder…he knows exactly where to cut, where to hit, where to slice to inflict the most pain.
And i thought diesel was unhinged
