“It’s okay. Don’t come down here—” She shrieked in pain.
“Stop!” Sienna screamed. “Hector, stop hurting her. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“You’ve got two minutes. Come down to the parking garage, and someone will be there to greet you. Don’t stop to talk to anyone. If you’re followed, she dies.”
“All right, I’m coming. Just don’t hurt her.”
Sienna raced to the elevator. A hundred different thoughts went through her head. How could she get a note to Kane or Travis? She grabbed a pen out of her purse, jumped on the elevator, and quickly wrote a note.
Tell Kane Nia and I have been kidnapped by Hector. She told me they were down in the garage. Please come.
She dropped the pen and shoved it against the wall. There was no time to write anything else. She wanted to be off the elevator before the person waiting for her saw her writing.
Before the doors were all the way open, Sienna was pulled out of the elevator, and her arm was yanked behind her back, making her cry out in pain. The person started walking toward a gray door on the other side of the garage.
“Ah, puta, you got the boss angry.”
Oh, fuck, it was Rat, one of Hector’s enforcers, and he enjoyed the pain he inflicted on people. She’d always thought he was a psychopath.
“I didn’t know he was looking for me. What the hell are you guys doing? You could have just left a note or called the building.”
He laughed. “You think you’re so smart.”
“No, Rat. I don’t.” She screamed when he wrenched her arm farther back.
“Fuck, I wish the boss would give me an hour with you. The things I’d do to you.”
Her teeth snapped together. The thought of his hands on her made bile crawl up her throat. She swallowed several times to keep it down because she knew it would piss him off if she puked on him.
Rat opened the gray metal door and pushed her in. She grabbed onto one of the pipes to keep from falling.
He gripped her hair and pulled her up. “Let’s go.”
She cried out again and tried to pull her hair from his grip, lashing out with her foot to hit his shin. “You fucking bastard, let me the fuck go.”
She knew she didn’t get him hard, but it pissed him off enough that he slammed his fist into her face.
Oh, damn, that fucking hurt. It felt like her eye socket was broken.
“You fucking bitch. Try that again. I dare you.”
“Uncle Hector is going to be so pissed at you.”
“He’s not your fucking uncle.”
She had to play along to keep them calm. “He is, too. I’ve always called him that. My mom told me he was my father’s brother.”
“You’re so fucking stupid. He’ll get to be the one to tell you.”
“Stop pulling on me. I’m walking.”
They walked down a long hallway and turned a corner, and there sat Nia on the floor with her arms tied behind her back and a gag in her mouth. Hector stood over her while Joey stayed off to the side.
Sienna’s eyes teared up at the distress on the woman’s face. She had to keep it together for both their sakes.
Jesus, give me strength, she prayed.