The Sweetest Thing (Book 1) ✓

31 - Time for some answers

          Emily

"Let's get you out of here, miss Wilson. I have some questions that needs to be answered from you."

"Well, I have some questions, too." This new man staying at the open doors of the van looked different. This one was a little shorter than the others, but still taller than me. With slim figure, he was dressed in dark jeans, black shirt with rolled sleeves up to his elbows. On his forearms there were some colorful tattoos that I couldn't figure out what they were...only that there was a lot of red in them. His jaw was free of a beard, his nose long and straight and his eyes were as dark as his shirt. He doesn't look a lot older than me, maybe around 35 years old and he had that aura around him that screamed "danger" in my head.

"Then let's get with the answers."

"Are you really going to answers mine? Cause the other guys refused to do it." I little smirk showed on his lips.

"They didn't answer you, because I told them so. And I'm the one that have all the answers. So, come on. Let's go to a more...suitable place than here." One of the men that drove the van came to me and cut the rope that was holding me to the van. Then without trying to be kind in any way he just shoved me out of the cramped space and made me follow the man in black.

The new place was different than the previous one. There was more light coming from the windows, it was a lot cleaner, honestly it looked like someone's home. The nameless man in black was walking with such a confidence in his steps that I was getting more and more worried in what I got myself. After a while we ended up in a room that looks like an office. There was a big desk in the middle of the room with a couple of chairs in front of it. To the right there was a sofa under the windows and that's where the bodyguard (I could only suspect that he was a bodyguard) made me sit. The man in black took one of the chairs from around the desk and situated it in front of me and sat.

"So, miss Wilson, like you know I have some questions, you have some questions and I think it'll be fare if we just trade answer for answer, what do you think?"

"Do I even have a choice?"

"No, not really, but let me get this straight. I could easily make you tell me everything I want to know without giving you a thing. But I decided to try and play nice...well, at least for now. So, it all depends from you if we'll be having just a normal civilized conversation or I'll need to ask one of the guys to make you talk. Honestly, I don't care how I get the information I want, just thought that you'll prefer one of the ways more than the other." Well, he was right. I for sure didn't want to be tortured for answers that I wasn't even sure that I know in the first place. "So, what do you say, will you talk with me or I need to ask Tommy here for a little help?"

"Fine. What is your first question?" It's not like I had another choice, I needed to buy myself some time to find a way out...or for Dax to find me, whichever came first.

"Are you a cop?" That was I strange first question, but hey, at least I knew the answer.

"No. Why am I here?"

"To answer my questions."

"But why...?"

"That's not our deal, miss Wilson. I need to ask something first." I let a frustrated breath but kept my mouth shut. His vague answer wasn't helping me at all. "Do you know someone with a surname Roth?"

"I don't think so. I mean, it's not like I ask people to tell me all their names when we meet. It's not very polite, plus it's absolutely unnecessary. So, no, I don't know anyone with that name." I was getting nervous and I was talking more that I needed. I was honest, I didn't know anyone with that name...but I have had heard about that family, from Dax...and they weren't very nice people.

"Are you sure..."

"Like you said – doesn't work like that."

"Fine. You are right, my bad. What's your next question?"

"Are you going to kill me?" It was a question that I needed an answer more that the others in my head.

"Depends on how honestly you answer me and what I find." Great. Another vague answer.

"So, my turn. Have you heard about that family name?" I wasn't sure how much I needed to share, but when I know that my life was on the line – I knew that I needed to tell him something.

"Yes." I saw that he was ready to ask for more clarification, but when he opened his mouth, I asked my question.

"What are you hoping to find from me?"

"Hmm. I guess how much information you have and whether or not you are a treat for me and mine." Great, now I was a suspected treat for some random dangerously looking man.

"What do you know about the Roths?"

"That it's an old family name, that it's powerful, have a lot of money and make a lot of enemies withing the rich people." I wasn't adding that I knew that the family was connected with drugs trafficking, because that was information that I knew from Dax and I'll do anything I can to share things that he told me as less as possible. "What's your name?"

"Hmm, good one, miss Wilson. My name is Chris Roth." SHIT! That was unexpected to say the least. Why on Earth would one of them interrogate me?!? "I guess after you know who I am, it'll be more productive to start with little more serious questions. Do you know that your boyfriend's sister has a relationship with a man?"

"No, I didn't know that she has a boyfriend. But...it's not like we talk a lot with each other, so, I won't be surprised if she does." It was a little strange that this Chris is asking me about Caitie, but, hey, one more question that I don't need to lie, so I'll take it. "Do you know Caitie?"

"Yes." Shit! That was not what I expected and he knew it. His lips formed a smirk like he was pleased with the shock written on my face. "And I'm saying that I know her in a more...biblical way, so to speak." What the fuck?!? Did Caitie sleep with this man? Why would she do that? "Anyway, did you know how much money you cost me?"

"Ummm, what?" I wasn't sure what he was talking about and I guess he saw my sincere confusion, so he let my question slide.

"That SWAT hit on your neighbors. It was quite a big one and it cost me a lot of money. Well, it was kind of a mistake on my boys' part who let so much drugs to stay on one unsecured place, but at the same time, it was like that for a long time. Until you decided to hook up with a cop, and not just an ordinary cop, but a K-9 one. You managed to ruin a lot of things for me." Well, fuck. That wasn't very good news for me. If he thought that I was responsible for his big loss, I don't think I had a big chance of surviving today.

Just when I was thinking what to say, there was some kind of commotion outside of our room. In the next moment one heavily armored man walked in and said something to Chris. He just nod, like he wasn't affected at all by the news. The newcomer was ready to leave the room when there was some kind of explosion near us. After that he change his mind and talked with Chris again. This time with more persistence, I guess, because Chris decided to leave his seat and walk out with the newcomer. But not before he turned around an looked at me.

"Well, I guess our time has come to an end. How sad. I was hoping to get something more from our conversation, but I guess someone managed to find you quicker than I thought." He then walked to the bodyguard that was with me from the beginning and said something quietly to him. After that, he just left without another glance behind him. I looked at the bodyguard and saw the gleam in his eyes. Whatever Chris told him to do, he was happy with his task. And I had the feeling that I won't be as happy as him.

"Please, don't do this."

"Well, where's the fun in that, then? I was hoping for this for a while." Shit! I was totally screwed. 

***We finally started to have some answers, but at the same time - new questions on the horizon. What do you think is the connection between this new guy Chris and Caitie, and how long did they know each other?