Danger Zone

16. Risk it all

Chapter sixteen

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It hurt.

The abandoned building reeked of mildew, and dust kept getting into my eyes. The cobwebs were unsightly as well.

"Your partner better get here fast, I'm an impatient man," Jose Alfonso remarked with an evil smile full of gold teeth. I flinched as he traced a filthy finger down my cheek to the space between my breasts. "You're a mighty fine one, I just might fuck you anyway just for the fun of it."

It had been a few hours since Dante hung up the phone call from Alfonso. I was praying for a rescue, but I didn't want it to be him. I had a terrible feeling.

I whimpered through the dirty towel they had shoved in my mouth as a gag. I could only imagine what I looked like at that moment, and I'm sure it was a nightmare. My face had dried up blood on it from when the taxi driver slammed my head with a hard object, and I had bruises on my arms from their rough treatment.

"Oh look, I think she wants to talk. George, take the towel out of her mouth," Alfonso teased, nodding at one of the beefy men he had watching me to make sure I didn't try anything. How they thought I'd be able to escape, I have no idea. My wrists and ankles were both bound so tightly to the chair I could feel my extremities beginning to swell from lack of blood flow.

George roughly yanked the towel out of my mouth, and I gratefully took a gasp of air. "Why are you doing this? What do you want? Money?" I croaked weakly. I was nauseous, light headed, and my entire body ached from the rough treatment I received once we arrived to the old abandoned warehouse. I had no idea what time it was either, or how long I'd been knocked out.

"Since you so foolishly confronted Mike at the gala, he was too afraid to meet with me to give me my money. So now, he owes me. Along with that, I'm sick of you and your partner poking your noses in my goddamn business. So, I'm doing this to send a message to the Feds," he explained as if one were explaining the simplest of concepts to a toddler. The easy going smile on his face did nothing but show how insane he really was.

Maybe I was equally as insane, because I couldn't stop the next angry response from spilling from my lips, "You're a murderer! Surely you didn't think you'd just be able to continue to roam with normal civilians without being sought after!"

My neck nearly snapped with the force of his slap.

I tried to lift my head, but he slapped me again.

"Shut the hell up dumb bitch! You have the audacity to mouth off to me when I'm the one who captured you! I could kill you right now if I wanted to, but I'm going to wait for your partner to get here so he can watch before I kill him too," he growled angrily.

My blood ran cold. "Please don't kill him, I'm sorry I said anything," I pleaded.

As if a switch flipped, a smile appeared on his face again. "That's better. See, I try to be nice to you, but you make it difficult when you say such mean things."

He really was a psychopath. I decided to try my hardest to stay on his good side until some sort of help arrived. Hopefully Dante wasn't stupid enough to try and come alone, although seeing the pure rage on his face when Alfonso called him, logic probably wasn't the first thing on his mind.

If only you'd stayed to help him instead of running off like a wounded puppy, you wouldn't be in this situation!

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate my conscious?