Luca

Freddie stepped forward, his hackles raised, but he wouldn’t stand a chance going toe to toe with a snake like Sanchez

“She was never yours.”

I leant further forward now, fighting the urge to punch his scarred ugly face and teach him a lesson in manners when addressing my family.

“She worked for me, she was mine…and now I’ve sold her.”

He laced his fingers together and rested his chin on them, false bravado oozing from him as he attempted to rile me up.

“I’m not gonna waste another minute arguing with you Sanchez, give me a name and an address and we’ll be on our way.”

Obviously I’d have annihilated him, his men and his whole damn set up before leaving but that was by the by.

“Sorry no can do…anyway it’d be pointless, she’s already halfway over the ocean as we speak. By the time you get airborne she’ll be in transit on the way to meet her new and dare I say extremely excited owner.”

He shook his head and tutted over at Freddie before turning back to me.

“Your brother nearly cost me a hell of a lot of money not to mention my impeccable reputation for supplying the best girls in the business; and I don’t mean for stripping.”

He chuckled at his own weak attempt at humour.

“I sold her months ago Marquez, she wasn’t mine or yours she belonged to someone else all along.”

“You better start talking Sanchez I’m losing my patience and I don’t take kindly to being fucked around.”

I was losing my shit fast.

“You’ll get nothing from me.”

He smirked and I lost it completely.

I tapped my left foot down hard to release the knife that I had specially made and stowed into the back heel of my shoe; made especially for situations like this. Within seconds I had his wrist in my hand and I slammed the blade through his hand sticking it firmly into the wood of his desk as he screamed in agony. His men drew their guns forward and pointed them all at me as I shouted in his goddamn face.

“You. Will. Tell. Me. Now…..where the fuck is she?”

I pushed away from the desk leaving the blade in his hand and enjoying the weak whimpers he was making at the pain.

“Try it I fucking dare you.” I said to the guy standing to his right and bumped him out of the way as I stood behind Sanchez and lent down to talk into his ear.

“I hear you like doing things the easy way not the hard way, so I suggest you use your free hand to write down a name and address and anything else I need to know right now before I try the hard way and destroy every one of your fucking men in this room.”

I reached forward and twisted the knife making him squeal like the dirty pig he was. His men moved forward but he held his hand up to stop them.

“I’ll give you a name and an address but you won’t see her again. This guy is a fucking maniac and that’s coming from me.”

He turned to look at me and I could have sworn I saw a hint of some remorse in his eyes. Jesus who was this guy?

“I’ve done a lot of business with him over the years and he never keeps a girl longer than a few weeks. He has very specific tastes…he practises the more…extreme pleasures of BDSM you might say. I hear he has a real lust for knife play.”

I wanted to throw up. I dealt with some mean mother fuckers myself but the thought of her; my innocent little Chloe being subjected to someone like that filled me with pure vengeance. She liked to think she was bad ass and could handle herself but she didn’t really know how fucked up the world could be. I needed to go after her now.

I grabbed a pen and paper and slammed it down in front of him holding it still so he could get on with it.

“Get writing now!”

He began to write the details down as he shook his head, moaned in pain and muttered about it being a pointless rescue mission.

‘Alfredo Gomez Diaz’.