Who the fuck does he think he is? Coming into my business, taking my girl. I am going to hunt his ass down and kill him for touching what’s mine and that’s a fucking promise.
Chapter Ten
Cecilia
Well… today went to shit real fucking fast. I think to myself as I sit in the back of a town car with a gun pointed at me. Everything happened so fast back at G’s office. One minute, I was in line waiting for coffee and thinking about how fun it would be to have G take me on his big ass desk then next I felt something hard push against my back at the same time a thick New York accent told me if I didn’t act normal he would kill me. His voice was dead cold, and it sent shivers down my spine. I had no doubt he would do just what he said.
When we got out of the building, I was rudely shoved into a black town car. We have been driving for five hours and so far, all that I have gathered is that the greasy, balding fat man is the one and only Gino. The douche who tried to pay for me. He has been talking non fucking stop. To be honest, he doesn’t seem that scary. He’s more like a child that got his plaything taken away. He is starting to give me a headache. If not for the huge thug he brought with him, I would kick him in the balls and make a run for it in the LA traffic. If I need to worry about anyone it would be him, his eyes are cold and soulless. He would kill me the second I tried to escape, and he would take pleasure in doing so. I suppress a shudder. He is a scary mother fucker.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask.
“Well, my dear, since you decided to whore yourself out to one of the Caswell boys before your mother got you to me. I had Jaxon over there slit her throat from ear to ear,” he pauses like he is waiting for me to have a melodramatic break down because my mother is dead but if that’s what he is looking for he isn’t going to get it from me. She sold me like I was a fucking prized pig. He raises his brow and continues talking. “Never mind that though in a way you made it so much better for me, The Caswell’s have more money than God and I am sure you are worth a pretty penny to them.” We pull into an empty warehouse and the car turns off. “Now be a good girl and go with Jaxon while I make a call,” he says with a nod of his head towards Jaxon. Devil eyes roughly grabs my arm and pulls me out of the car.
“You don’t have to man handle me, it’s not like I can run away,” I huff at him. He sneers and leans so close to my face I can feel his hot breath as it washes over my face.
“I like hurting pretty things. They are the funnest to break,” he says before licking the side of my face. I instantly try to recoil and wipe my face off. Not only can’t he use proper English, he smells like garlic and something much worse. He pulls away from me as he gives off an evil laugh. He grabs my arm again, only this time a little harder. I try not to wince because I have a feeling that he is a sadist who loves to hear his victim scream. I will not give him that satisfaction. He pulls me over to a chair and pushes me roughly down. There is a rope laid out on the floor next to it. He grabs it and starts tying my legs and arms to the chair. As soon as he is done, Gino walks over to us with his phone out.
“Smile for the camera my dear. We want lover boy to know that you are alive… for now.” He roughly grabs my face as he takes my picture. After the click of it, I try to pull my face free from his grip. A minute later his phone is ringing when he sees the number, he gives me an evil grin and it’s the first time I am scared of him. “Ah looks like I was right about you,” he says right before he answers the phone.
“Where the fuck is she?” I hear G holler through the phone. Gino tsks and moves a few feet away.
“Uh-uh. Here is how this is going to go. You are going to get me ten million in cash.” My eyes go huge when I hear the amount. How the fuck does Gino expect to get that much money from G? Sure, I could tell he wasn’t hurting for money, but I didn’t think he had that much. I must make a sound because Gino stops mid-sentence and turns around giving me a wicked grin. “Ah, looks like your net worth shocks little miss whore, over here.” There is a long pause then he chuckles. “You’re not the one in charge here, I am. You’ll meet me in Vegas in the warehouse district in six hours. Call when you get here, and I will tell you which building. Come alone with the cash and I’ll let you go on your measly little way with your little whore and if you even think about calling the cops, I will have her sent to you in pieces. Remember six hours, no cops, and you just may make it out of here Mr. Caswell. The clock is ticking.” He hangs up the phone, chuckling, then he turns back to me.