BANG Up Job {BOOK 1}

Chapter 6: Games

"Okay fine ask your dumb girly question." Antonio mocked me.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Your kidding?" he asked.

"No. are you a virgin?"

"I'm a expertise torture drug Cuban cartel member. what the hell do you think?"

"I think that for all i know you sleep with pillow pets and a night light."

He smiled a little bit at my words and choked out a laugh but covered it with a cough.

"No I'm not a virgin. do you not remember the part where i said 'girls your age quiver under my touch'?"

He was right.

But i decided to annoy him and ask anyway.

"Okay my turn." he stated darkly.

"When was the last time and place you saw your father?"

"Uh ah. thats two questions." i smirked at him.

"Jesus! fine! when was the last time you saw him?!"

"Today. when he told my mom the lie he's been keeping for 17 years we left and tried to get away from the storm."

"And the last place?" he asked.

"Tony I'm not going to play with you unless you play by the rules."

"Oh my Jesus. go ahead." He pressed his palm to his forehead.

"How did you get into this business? your only 18 and I'm guessing you started younger."

"I was dragged into it when my best friend was in debt from drug money 2 years ago, me personally never touched the stuff. anyway they offered to let him off the hook if i came and worked for them in interrogation. so their last guy trained me and they offed him and now here i am. all this shit just to save his life."

"Wow. i thought you were gonna say something like 'looked fun'."

He just laughed and his expression went dark into a train of thought.

"Yeah. now where was the last place you saw your father?"

"Our house."

"Your-"

He was cut off by his office phone ringing.

As he got up i couldn't help but examine him.

He was nothing short of a teenage dream.

A Hispanic teenage dream.

He was something.

And he wasn't so much of the criminal i thought.

I mean he has tried to skin me alive serval times but he hasn't done it yet.

'Thats because he needs you alive to get information out of you' my sub conscience adds.

And i knew it, i just didn't want to

admit it.

"Uh huh uh huh. got it. okay. yup. no problem. yes sir, yes sir." and he hung up.

"Okay well we have your father. so we really don't have a need for you or your mother."

My eyes widened. shit.

"Cmon. time to go princessa."

The minute he took me off the straps,

i upper cut him in the jaw, kneed him in the crotch then while he was down, I kneed him again in the nose and took the point of my elbow slamming it against the back of his neck,causing him to fall on his stomach to the floor.

The door was locked but Antonio was out cold.

Okay okay think. think.

I remembered the screw gun on his cart.

I took it and the clam knife to arm myself.

I walked back to the door in a tip toe, just incase he'd wake up and beat my ass dead.

I slid the clam knife in the side of my rain boots for safe keeping.

The thunder and rain above was loud against the metal roof but the pounding of my heart was louder.

I used the screw gun as a screwdriver and undid the bolts on the door handle.

In 5 minutes i had them all undone just as Antonio started to stir.

I ran down the hall in a panic.

"Okay okay stay calm",i kept telling myself.

What was it again?

3 lefts, 5 floors up, 1 right?

Or was it 2 lefts?

I kept running i decided to go with 3 lefts and found myself at the end of a hall.

The real answer had been 2 lefts.

I heard screams and i ran towards them, hoping to find the voice of it.

My mother.