I nod my head, "I forgot to ask. What happened to your hand?"
"Fell off a train in the mountains. HYDRA found me and gave me this metal one."
"Leaving me there and going really did nothing for you huh."
"Thea-," he walks towards me.
I yawn, stretchi...
"Let's go," I get out of the car and Bucky follows me into the raging club, "Don't forget that the gang members have a tattoo of a skull with a snake."
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Bucky nods and we walk in. The stench of sweat, cigars and alcohol fill the air along with loud music and the presence of hundreds of people.
A guy with a shaved head approaches me, "Hey beautiful. Do you want to dance?"
His leather jacket cuff raises slightly, revealing a skull tattoo. Bucky doesn't notice and his arm snakes around me protectively, "She's with me."
The guy leaves and I glare at Bucky, "I can't believe you're really that dumb, Bucky."
"Wha-?"
"You idiot, he had a skull snake tattoo. I have to go," I move his hand from my waist.
He nods, "Be careful."
I walk over to the bar and purposely brush my hip against the mafia dude's. I look at the bartender, "One vodka martini please."
I turn to the dude, who was looking at me, "I'll have that dance now."
He grins, "Cristian."
I giggle flirtatiously, "Maria."
I look over to Bucky who was glaring daggers at the guy. I tap my earring and mutter, "Stop staring like an idiot Barnes. You're gonna ruin this mission."
"Where are you from?" Cristian asks me.
"Right here. Staten Island," I lie once again.
"Hey what do you say we get out of here?" he asks me.
Perfect. I smile, "Of course."
"What about your boyfriend?" he takes a step closer to me, the stench of cheap cologne and alcohol invading my senses.
"I like you better," I wink.
He places a hand on the small of my back. God I wanted to puke. He walks me towards the back of the club and out of Bucky's view.
He pushes me into a large room with 20 other women, all gagged and tied, crying. There were at least 10 guys with the same tattoo also, armed with guns.
I tap my earring again, "Bucky. 20 women. 11 men, armed."
"Hey who are you talking to?" Cristian walks towards me and slaps me.
I chuckle, blood slightly filming my mouth, "Do that shit again I dare you."
He grabs my face in his hand, "Oh so we got a feisty one. Boss will love you."
"Get your fingers off my face or you won't have fingers."
He trails his fingers on my face, his thumb rubbing my lip.
