Act like my wife

27. Kidnapped

"Boss! We caught the men who shot at you!" Doyle announced over the phone.

I lowered my voice so that Veronica wouldn't hear me. "Where are you?"

"The warehouse".

"I'll be there"  I hung up and stared at the screen for a moment. It was already midnight. Just down the hallway were Vera and Tessy, waiting patiently for Bella's surgery to be over.

Vera looked up at me and our eyes connected. She got up from the bench and walked up to me, leaving Tessy behind.  "Who was that on the phone?"

She doesn't have to know. "Um, mia madre."

"Oh, Is Gio doing okay?"

"Uh-huh". I nodded. She snaked her arms around me and I kissed her forehead.  "I need to go somewhere, cara"

She pulled away from our embrace. "Where are you going?"

"Just trust me, baby. I'll be back soon". I pecked her on the cheek. Before she could change my mind, I turned around and headed for the exit.

I got in the car provided by my men, and drove straight to the warehouse. I got there in less than an hour and entered the large building. Doyle and another man greeted me at the entrance and led me down the empty corridor. The warehouse belongs to my father but he hasn't used it in years.

We got to a room where two other men were waiting. At the center of the room was a guy with a bag covering his head, his arms were tied to the back of the metal chair he was made to sit on.

I picked up a wooden chair from the corner and placed it opposite him—and took a seat. Doyle pulled off the bag from over his head and his face became clear. He was bald, had a dusty red mustache and a pair of green eyes that were adjusting to the light.

"Who sent you?!" I asked.

"..." He gave no response.

"Quintus Cicero sent you, didn't he?" I was running out of patience for this man.  "Tell me!!!"

"No" His calmness aggravated me.

"Then who sent you?"

"..." Silence.

Doyle handed me a photograph. This is the part I hate the most, but sometimes, it is the best way to get them to talk.

I showed him the photograph and he went pale.  "This is your family, isn't it? Your parents, your wife, and six children. Did you think I wouldn't find them, Tenny?"

Buds of sweat and tears ran down his face. "Please don't hurt them, please..."

"Then tell me everything I need to know."

He sniffled. "I was sent by Chris"

"Chris? The loan shark?"

"Yes."  He bowed his head.

"Isn't Chris in Spain?"

He shook his head in the negative. "No, boss. Chris is here in Santa Fe"

"That bastard!". I got up from the seat after getting the address from him. I ordered my men to keep him there so he doesn't warn Chris of my 'visit'.

***

  I stepped into the club where many naked ladies were dancing at their respective poles, while men stared at them with lust in their eyes. The strip club was packed up but I knew Chris will always stick out like sore, ugly thumb. I looked across the room and saw him getting a lap dance from one of the girls, he didn't notice me.