Mischief

Chapter Twenty

Blaine

"Trae a Catalina. Vamos a darle un espectáculo." The swinging door opens and in comes a tall, tanned Spanish woman. Her hair is thick and dark and bounces with every step she takes. Her lips are painted an illuminating red, and her eyes were a deep brown but with golden specks in the middle. She was wearing a short black dress and high heels that make her legs look even longer.

"Hola guapa." Her voice was strong and authoritative. "I'm Catalina. And you are?" I don't answer her. "Oh, cariño. Don't be rude, I'm not the bad guy here." Her Spanish accent was overpowering. "So we're doing this my way, then." She advances on me and wraps a leg over my thigh and straddles me.

I make no movements, not even looking at her. Catalina starts grinding on top of me, clearly trying to make me feel something, but I don't. I don't care for her theatrics or her attention seeking. I don't give a shit about Catalina or Martinez or any other fucker in this place. I care about Luella, I know she's okay, thank god. I need to see her. Catalina sighs heavily and lifts herself off of me. Walking back through the swinging door, she starts speaking Spanish to the guy on the other side.

"Nothing padre! What good to us is he anyways?" The fact that she isn't speaking Spanish is obvious I'm supposed to be listening to their conversation. Or at least what she is saying as the other man continues to speak his language.

"Oh cariño, está bien. Ya no lo necesitamos. Ahora tenemos a su novia."

"Alright. As long as I can have my way with his girlfriend though?" She's speaking about Luella but I swear to god if a hair on her head is out of place I'm going to be fucking feral.

"Of course." A door behind me is opened but before my eyes can focus on the incomer, a hard hit to my head causes me to loose consciousness, my eyesight going blurry and then black.

*

My head is pounding and I'm drifting in and out of consciousness, unfocused vision corrupting my sense of sight. Low mumbles belonging to men sound out from somewhere around me, in this new place I've been taken to.

"You can't tell me they're gone and not elaborate!"

"Yes I can. I can because I have no fucking clue as to where or why they're gone." Who the fuck is gone? "The girl and my son are gone, okay? Fucking find them." Luella? I've never believed in god or spirits or any sort of religious belief but right now I'm praying to the heavens that Luella is and will be okay.

The voices reduce to whispers until they stop completely when Martinez joins me in this room. A second later, 2 men kneel down, one behind me, one in front and they undo my tied wrists and ankles.

"Get up."

"Why?"

"Just get up Mr Dolivo, before I lose my last bit of patience." For fucks sake. I stand, still a little weak from the hit to my head. "My car is outside. Get in it. Julio, escort him to my car. I won't be long." A smaller and weaker looking man- no boy, walks into the room and starts leading me out of the door in front of me.

As soon as we step outside, I notice we were in a warehouse. It's secluded and quiet, a perfect place for doing things like this.

"You really shouldn't lead someone you're taking hostage with your back to them you know." He can't even turn around before I punch him with all the strength I have left. I'm lucky he was as small and frail as he was because if it was a bigger guy, I wouldn't have been able to do any damage to him with such little energy.

A quick glance behind me, to make sure nobody heard or saw anything, and I'm getting inside of Martinez's car. It's a sleek black McLaren F1, proving just how rich this guy is.