“This sweet thing knows which one of you is the mole. You corrupted this sweet girl and brought her into this dirty world. Now her sweet little blond hair is going to be covered in your blood.”
Gino looked at the crowd and walked toward them. He moved one by one through the group and looked into each of their eyes. Some of the men looked back at Gino and some of them quickly looked toward the ground. It was clear that all of them feared him though.
“If you confess, I will not kill the girl. But if I have to torture her to get you to confess, she will wish for death.” My hands started to shake and more tears fell down my face. It took everything I had not to look at Gunner or the other man I knew. I didn’t even want to search the crowd for Chris anymore out of fear that I would make eye contact with him and Gino would know who he was.
“So I will give you until the morning to come to me and confess. If you have not, I will start instilling horrible pain on this sweet girl right in front of you all until the mole confesses.”
My thoughts raced as I imagined all the horrible things he had planned to hurt me in order to get the mole to confess. The problem was, Chris wasn’t even in the room. Had I been brought to this warehouse to get one of the other two men to confess? I didn’t know exactly what was going on, but I did know that I needed rescuing right at that moment.
I felt a small sense of relief when he gave the time frame of the next morning. Surely Chris and his guys would be able to rescue me by that time. I didn’t know to what extent they had trained for situations like that, but surely they would be skilled to get me out. I felt a sense of confidence that they would get me out of the situation. I scanned the crowd and locked on to Gunner. He looked at me with such compassion as I cried; it was hard for me to look away.
“Kyle, you seem to have quite the eye for the girl,” Gino said as he walked over to Gunner.
“No sir,” Gunner said.
Kyle must have been the name Gunner used while he was undercover. I made sure not to look at either of them as they had the conversation. Instead, I looked at the ground and hoped that Gino wasn’t about to kill Gunner.
“Skinner, untie the girl and bring her here,” Gino said to one of his two main guys who had moved behind me now. The Skinner guy got on his knees and untied the ropes around my ankles and then stood up and untied the ones on my wrists. Then he looked at me. My heart fluttered and I tried not to react.
It was the first time I had been able to clearly see either of Gino’s two main guys. It was Chris!
He only looked for a second and then roughly grabbed me and brought me over to Gino. As roughly as he had grabbed me, I thought for a second I had been mistaken that it was Chris. I had just been drugged; perhaps I hadn’t seen him right? Maybe it was just a guy that looked a lot like Chris.
“Don’t look at me and don’t respond,” Chris whispered in my ear as we walked over toward Gino and Gunner. Yep, it was Chris for sure. I could tell by his voice. I felt better knowing he was there, but still scared to death that I was in the situation. At any moment Gino could turn his gun on me and it all could be over.
“Young lady, do you know this man?” Gino asked me. I looked at Gino and shook my head no. I tried not to look at Gunner and instead looked toward the ground as the situation unfolded.
“Kyle seems to like you at the very least. Perhaps I should let him have his way with you right here, just to prove that he’s not the mole.” I tried not to respond, but my eyes darted at Gunner and something in the way I looked at him must have given Gino some concern.
“On your knees!” Gino screamed as he put a handgun to Gunner’s head. Gunner instantly went to his knees. He responded like any of the other employees would have responded, by doing exactly as he was told. I looked up at Chris, in the hopes that he would do something to stop the situation. But he didn’t even look at me, instead he intently watched the situation between Gino and Gunner.
“Do you know this girl?” Gino asked Gunner.
“No sir, but she is fine as hell. That’s why I looked at her like that. I’m sorry sir.”
Gino looked at me. He took some extra time to look up and down my body. Our eyes made contact with each other and then his gazed moved down to my breasts.
“Mmmm baby girl is fine,” Gino said. “Stand up then,” he yelled at Gunner. Gunner stood up and didn’t look at me. Only straight at Gino, who had now moved down the line to some other guy in the group.
“You want to fuck her?” Gino said to the next guy.
“Not my type. I like girls with some ass,” the guy joked.
All the people laughed awkwardly. It was the best they could do with such a dangerous man. None of them were free to say much and Gino continued to move down the line of people and see if he could notice a reaction that would warn him that someone was the mole.
What Gino didn’t know was that he had at least three moles within his group. I didn’t know everyone that Chris worked with and it was highly possible there were even more men who had infiltrated this group. I thought back to what Chris had said about his work and how long he had been on this case. He certainly must have been working with Gino for many years for Gino to trust him as one of his right hand guys. I was a little in awe of how dedicated to his work that Chris was.
When I first met him as my shirtless neighbor, I felt like he was probably a meathead. My instinct was that he was one of those
police officers who spent all their time working out and picking up women, but not very much of their time taking their work seriously. I certainly had been wrong about Chris.
Chapter 53
Gino continued on for what seemed like hours. He went from person to person throughout the crowd and asked them questions to try and find his mole. His determination was somewhat admirable, although I felt like there were a lot of shady characters in the room and any number of them could be the mole. Although, I clearly knew who the real mole was. Chris held onto me tightly and pushed me around behind Gino just as he was commanded to. At one point, Gino wanted me on my knees.
“Get on your knees bitch,” Chris yelled as his hand pressed my shoulder firmly and forced me to the ground. It surprised me and I fell hard to the ground. Chris certainly was very good at his job and appeared to be the man that Gino thought he was.
“No need to call the sweet thing names, Skinner,” Gino said. “She deserves to be treated nicely. Until I have to torture her.”