The Virgins Guide to a Happy Life

46- Belmont gang

When I regained consciousness I was in a very small room with no windows and the strong sent of mildew that irritated my sinuses was my companion. I was tied to a chair that faced away from any door and stated at the blank wall. I looked around and from what I could see there was no furniture besides my chair in the room.

I looked down and realised my clothes were still intact and my ankles were tied up as well. I sat in silence thinking, maybe my father was right, maybe I should have left the country, for once maybe I should have listened. But the time had passed for me to do anything about it. I stared up at the wall and hoped for the best. It was just a matter of time before they find me.

The door opened and my head turned to the right, a man in a dark blue shirt and black pants came to stand infront of me. He was very tall, with hair that was freshly cut and no facial hair. He had a scar on his cheek and he was dark skinned. I only just realised that the room had a light, if I was able to see scarface so easy. He put his hands on his knees and came down to my level.

"Who are you?" He asked. The hell. What kind of kidnapper asked their kidnappee who they are? I held my tongue, maybe if I stay quiet enough he will leave me alone. "What do you know about the Belmont gang?" I held my face neutral. Belmont gang? Who the hell are they? He squeezed his thigh, he seemed to be growing frustrated. His right leg moved back a step and I knew he was gearsing up to hit me. What was with men and hitting.

The slap came and as soon as it came I remembered Terrences' father. Oh what was his name, did it matter whether I knew his name or not? I wasn't going to sell out his father even if the man had watched me harshly. He would have to kill me to get me to talk but I really hoped it didn't come to that I was actually enjoying the direction my life was heading. Besides I knew nothing about Terrences' father and his operations. I was only married into the family a month and his father didn't come to the wedding so tough.

He grabbed my face and turned my head to look at him. Oh right, I got slapped. I watched him neutrally but kept my mouth shut. He grinned and I realised he had a gold tooth next to his canine and I tried to pull back but he had a strong grip on my face. He blew his breath in my face and I bucked. His breath was a combination of nicotine, marijuana and stale chicken. I wanted to gag.

"What do you know about the Belmont gang?" He asked again, his nail digging into my face. I glared at him and huffed. I held my tongue and his grinned disappeared. "Don't make me ask you again." Well that was his second time asking me so maybe after the third he would leave me alone. I pouted. Big mistake on my part, he grabbed my lip and pulled it between his thumb and forefinger, then rubbed his blackened thumb across my lip before letting it go. I was deeply tempted to suck on my lip out of sheer impulse but I fought those urges; instead I looked up at him and shoved as much hate into my glare as possible. He stepped back then turned and left.

Once I heard the door close I spat on the ground hoping to rid myself of whatever was on his hands. I wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my shirt and heaved out a sigh, I didn't know how long this would go on for, but I sure as hell hoped it wasn't long.

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I didn't know how long it was until someone else came to check on me, but by the time they did I already had welts on my skin from pulling at my restraints and my chair had moved to the left almost parallel to the door. When the door opened I didn't have to turn my head much to see the treacherous face of my brother. His face was impassive as he neared me and continued walking with a limp.

"So I hear yuh not talking." He said as he came to stand in front of me. I looked up at him and scowled, I didn't want him here. He lowered his face to mine and thinned his lips. "Since when you sworn silence to Belmont?" He asked an eyebrow raised. It wasn't that I had sworn silence to them, it was just that he was a traitor and I preferred Terrence over this traitor any day, even though Matthew was my twin. "So you really not talking." He laughed and out of sheer instincts I head butt him.

He staggered back holding his nose and tripped over himself and landed on his ass, his hand moving to avoid his head from hitting anywhere. He swore out and then struggled to get to his feet. He glared at me hard once he stood on his two feet and then he came at me and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. I held my self back, not wanting to scream out and let him know that he yanked my head back hard.

"You must be real like the sex if you not saying anything." He sneered and I tried swinging out my legs to kick him but my feet were tied too tight and I was just cutting myself. I spat in his face and he pulled my hair back more, dropping me on my back.

With the wind knocked clear out of me I was unable to do anything but look up at him as he loomed over me then walked towards the door. I was breathing heavily and it was a little while before he spoke.

"This isn't the end."