Falling For The Mob

19 Henry

Henry

I wake to a crippling headache and a sore back. The last thing I remember is being brought to the police station after that nurse called them. That's another person I will deal with once I get out of here.

Shifting my body, I quickly open my eyes, realizing that I am bound to a chair. This is not the private cell I requested at the station, this shed is disgusting and worn down. In the distance, I can hear a passing train nearby and smell the salty air of the sea. I tug at my restraints harder, but realize the knot behind my back is unbreakable. "What the hell?"

"Tell her he's awake."

Only now realizing I am not alone, I look up to find a uniformed officer. Briefly I feel relieved, but the look on his face shows nothing but malintent.

"Do you have any idea who I am? Unhand me at once before I have you fired by the city." His gun and badge are missing, the uniform is real, but he must be off duty. This can't be happening.

A door creaks open behind me, accompanied by a brief wave of daylight that soon disappears. It must have been hours since I was last conscious, by now, people are already looking for me.

Two sets of footsteps approach. At the moment, my best option is to comply and offer them a hefty amount, whoever is paying them won't be able to compete with my father's bank account.

"I am pleased that you found the time to join us today, Mr. Walsh." The painfully familiar voice speaks before the woman herself appears in my line of sight.

I don't stop the laugh from escaping my lips. "Wow, Sam, for a minute there you had me going." She shows no indication of being amused, but then again, she never shows any emotion. "Let me go before I need to call your dad about this."

Her cold eyes remain unaffected as she takes a seat across from me. "By all means, Mr. Walsh, when this is all over you have my permission to call my father, I will give you the number to his direct line myself."

She wants to pretend to be big and tough, but like every heiress I know, she definitely bit off more than she can chew. Sure, they like to play around with Daddy's money, but the only thing women like her need is a strong man to put her in her place.

"Well, since you took me out of my cell a few hours earlier, I guess I can thank you. If you stop wasting my time, all is forgiven, and we can move on."

"I find it interesting that you believe that you would have gotten out of your cell within the day."

She really has no idea what power my family holds in this city, or how much of a contribution my father himself made to the election of our mayor. A few threats, donations, and phone calls, and the records of my arrest would go missing. Last I heard, Commissioner Bryson was already taking care of Zoë. She will suddenly decide not to testify, and by accident, all the security tapes will go missing from evidence.

I shrug my shoulders.

Sam's posture is relaxed as she silently crosses her legs with grace. Part of me still wishes I got the chance to get between them, she would have made for a fun few nights.

"Tell me, Samantha, why did you bring me here?" That boring little bitch proved to be a much bigger problem than I expected. Before Sam came along, she was much easier to toy with, always taking the high road and trying to stay calm. "This is about Zoë, isn't it?"

Her face hardens, and with the slight flick of her wrist, someone wraps a rope around my throat, cutting off my air.

Sam's bodyguard appears in my line of sight. I never bothered getting his name. After placing a few rings on his fingers, he repeatedly strikes my stomach and face until the chair I am in lands sideways.