BANG Up Job {BOOK 1}

Chapter 4: Antonio

When we park, its at an office building.

They unbuckled me and drag me out of the car to the two double glass doors.

That was the last time i saw the outside world.

It was in a hectic dismay of hell and thunder.

Beautiful right?

When we got to the doors it opened into a lobby.

No furniture.

In fact it looked abandoned.

All except a small secretary seated at a rather large desk.

"Oh hello, whom will this young lady be seeing today?" the cheery young blonde asked.

"Tony." The man with the iron grip spoke.

"Oh." her face turned white.

At this point i couldn't tell if she turned pale from the mention of his name or my appearance.

I must of looked like a drowned rat with my red hair sopping wet and my clothes stuck against my skinny body.

"I'll let him know his project has arrived." She shakily pushed a few buttons and paged him.

"He'll see you now." she looked to me with a sorrow look.

I was then dragged down a few more corridors and an elevator.

Two lefts, 5 floors up, 1 right, door at the end of the hall.

I hope i could remember that.

A slight knock was administered by one of the two huge males holding my arms.

The big metal door swung open.

"Come in Natasha. lets get started."

I was thrown into the dark room and the door slammed shut.

The lights were flicked on and there stood who I'm guessing to be Antonio.

My my he was something.

Tall, tan, lean, and muscular, Hispanic with brown eyes and Carmel hair.

I stood at a good 5'7.

But he must of been at least 6'2.

He led me over to a tall vertical metal board.

Almost as tall as a wall with a light dangling above it.

Hand, feet, neck, and waist straps attached.

"Now i would love to use this beauty, but don't give me a reason to." He said walking closer to it and rubbing its center.

He breathed on it and rubbed a spot off with his palm.

"Look at that. still some blood from Hernando." he said smugly.

I decided to burst his bubble.

"You don't scare me. your just a boy with torture toys. and i know nothing so tough luck."

In a quick movement he strapped me to the metal.

"Oh really? We'll see about that."

He wheeled over a cart with all sorts of carving tools.

He had a clam knife, a pair of scissors, an electric turkey cutter, a razor, a syringe, a collection of different knives,

A screw gun, a stapler, thump tacks, a lighter, pliers, nail cutters, and so much more.

Okay now i was scared.

Its like i just now woke up.

This gorgeous Hispanic boy is about to carve me up into little pieces.

"Thats right princessa, be afraid. I'm very talented and creative when it comes to making people talk. Especially girls your age."

"And what age would that be?" i test him.

"17, a year younger than me. See girls like you, quiver under my touch."

He walked closer to me.

He kissed my collar bone, sliding his tongue over it and blowing air on it.

Against my will, causing me to get goose bumps.

He just smirked satisfied with the reaction.

"Now let's get down to business Natasha."