Donnie POV
I twirl the switchblade between my fingers, scraping my knuckles with the cold metal. The scared woman in front of me squirms and pulls at her restraints trying to get away. I stop playing with my knife, squat down in front of her and point it at her throat.
“Who is talking to the detective harassing my baby sister?” I apply more pressure and the tip of the knife digs into Ginger's tit, not enough to damage her silicone implants but enough to draw a tiny stream of blood that awakens her fear. “I bet you know.” I taunt her in a singing tone.
I know it’s her who’s the rat. I have pictures of her eating lunch with detective Johnson and him passing her an envelope of cash. Records from the club show that he has been purchasing private dances from Ginger for over a year now. To
