The DA's Daughter

Chapter Six

"Come on sweetheart, someone very important wants to meet you." The same person who had taken her off the boat had her tossed over his shoulder now. She could only imagine who this all-important person was to be. Hopefully they would show mercy? Ha! The thought almost made her laugh.

The pain in her shoulder had intensified and was spreading down her arm and up her neck. The last 24 hours was definitely going down as the worst in her life. Though, she didn't want to jump the gun. She still needed to find out who this person was. Damn her curiosity!

As she was carried into a building, the overwhelming stench of tobacco washed over her. It was difficult to just be breathing through her nose. She really wished the tape were off her mouth. The smell was caused the minor twinge in her head to bloom into a full-blown killer of a headache.

After being carried for several minutes and down a flight of stairs, at least she thought she felt herself going downward; she was dropped to the floor roughly. Juliet whimpered as she rolled to her left, only to quickly roll in the opposite direction because it was her bad shoulder.

"That's no way to treat a lady." The seemingly nice words sounded harsh on the tongue of the man speaking them. "Go on Timmy, help the lady into a chair and let me see the pretty thing." The more he spoke, the more she felt her skin crawl. There was no way this guy was a decent human being. His voice dripped of arrogance and chauvinism.

It was obvious that 'Timmy' was unaware of the injured shoulder, or just didn't care, because he grabbed her by that arm and hauled her up to her feet. He ripped the tape off her wrists in one fluid motion, then moved to her legs before finally removing the bag and tape from her mouth. She screamed through gritted teeth and held her left arm. Her face was tear streaked and red.

"A very pretty thing indeed." Said the man, whom she now noticed was sitting behind a large desk. "Please, sit. You look uncomfortable. Would you like something to drink? Brandon, get her a glass of water." He barked. There was something very familiar about this man but she couldn't figure out what it was.

"Here." Muttered Brandon, who had bumped the glass of water against her good hand. She winced but didn't take the glass. He looked over at his boss who shook his head at her.

"I'm trying to be nice and you're being disrespectful. Take the water." His voice was even but commanded obedience. She grimaced and took the water but was sceptical about taking a taste. "Don't worry. It isn't poisoned or anything. I'm not that type of guy, I prefer the more hands on approach." He said with a smirk, rubbing his hands together slowly.

"Now, my colleagues here tell me you're a feisty little one. You also had a cell phone with you; luckily it appears you didn't attempt to send out any messages or calls. That's a point in your favour." He said with a nod. "Now, you can earn a few more points if you are completely honest with me." He played with her phone and brought up one of her pictures. It was a selfie of her and her father a couple weekends ago. He wanted to be taught how to do them and she showed him. It seemed stupid to leave them there but it wasn't like she was anticipating a situation such as this. "Do you know who he is?"

Juliet nodded after she took a gulp of water. It felt great as it trickled down her throat. It was much needed. "Who is he?" He followed up.

"I think he's some lawyer." Lying was her only option here. He didn't know the truth; at least, she was hoping he wouldn't. "I met him on campus a few weeks ago. He was talking with some of the law kids."

"Interesting." He said softly, leaning back in his seat. It was then when she realised exactly who this guy was.

"Wait! I know who you are." She said loudly, half excited by her discovery. "You're Malcolm Garcia's kid. That man put your daddy away." She finished off the water and leaned forward to place the glass on the desk. Her words clearly pissed him off because he stood up and walked around the desk calmly, his eyes burning into her.

"Smart and pretty. What a admirable combination." He said as he leaned on his desk, standing right in front of her. "Maybe a little too smart."

She raised a questioning eyebrow at him, almost challenging him. Where this newfound confidence had come from, she wasn't sure. What she was sure of was the trouble it was going to get her into.

"Let me just clarify something for you little miss. That man hasn't put my 'daddy' away just yet. He's merely biding his time away in jail but I'm sure that'll all be cleared up soon." He began, his eyes still boring into Juliet's head. "Then that man will find himself in a heap of trouble he cannot dig his way out of."

The talk of her father being in trouble caused her jaw to flinch slightly. He, of course, noticed and just grinned it away. Then he snapped. He leapt forward, grabbing her by the throat and throwing her back against the chair. His other hand went to hold the chair steady and he pinned her against it.

"You are now mine. I will keep you until I see fit to discard you. Right now, you are actually useless but a word to the wise, keep your smart-ass mouth shut or you might just find yourself meeting your sister sooner than you would like." He gave a final shove, sending the chair and her to the floor. "You know what to do with her." He barked at his men as he sat back into his seat behind the desk.

The force of his shove had caused her head to hit thefloor hard, for the second time that day. Juliet couldn't focus on anything,not even the pain radiating throughout her head or shoulder. As she was beingpulled to her feet, she went black once again. Brandon grunting as the deadweight of her body went crashing back to the floor.