The Devils Daugher

Chapter 10

Marco

He sat in the Escalade watching Jackson and the rest of his men deliver his message to the biker he learned to be Kace. Not wanting to be seen until it was time to collect Mayah from the Devils Angels, he waited for Jackson, Derik and his other two men to return to the vehicle. Mayah shouldn't have been able to escape he thought to himself scrolling through his cellphone. "Did he confirm she's there?" Marco asked Jackson as he slid into the passenger seat.

"Yeah, he did." he responded rubbing his bleeding knuckles. "He said that she's a daughter of the Devil's Angels... whatever the hell that means," he added. Jackson enjoyed inflicting pain on others but not today as his life was on the line. Marco blamed him and Derik for allowing her to escape.

"She better come home Jackson... for your sake" he said looking out the window. "Your little stunt has cost me a lot of money." he said pulling out his gun cocking it. "I would hate to have to replace you."

Jackson gulped trying to think of something to say knowing that by 'replacing' him, that meant killing him. He knew that if Mayah wasn't returned he and Derik literally would have hell to pay. "I'll see to it that she come back," he said.

"You better" he said putting the barrel against his temple. "I like you but as you've seen, you will pay the price like everyone else."

Jackson had no intention of being forced to pay for his mistakes again. He and Derik were tortured and beaten for Mayah's escape. Since it was his fault she escaped in the first place, Marco took extra pleasure making sure that Jackson knew not to make that mistake again.

"Boss, would you really trade Krista for Mayah?" he asked Marco cautiously. "I know you have a plan but she catches big clients, right?"

"Jackson, of course I would" he responded with a smile as the escalade pulled up to the Montoya safehouse. "Have her brought to my office." he said walking up the stairs. Making his way into his office, he took a seat at his desk lighting a cigar. Hearing the knock at his door, he yelled for them enter.

"Have a seat Krista," he commanded as she entered the room. "You've been here for almost a year with my business...you've become quite the catch" he said with a smile, motioning for her to come closer to him.

Hesitantly inching closer to him,she leans against his desk. Lately Marco has had her delivered to him almost every night to try to get information about her father and the Devil's Angels. "I'm never going to tell you anything" she said defiantly.

"I know. You never do" he said touching her cheek. "But that's not why you're here today," he whispered in her ear. "It's been brought to my attention that your father has someone that belongs to me...someone important." He kissed her cheek. "You amor, are going to help me get her back" he said to her.

Krista had heard there was a girl who Marco's favorite, and escaped. "Why would I help you?" she asked pulling away from him in contempt.

Grabbing Krista by her throat, threw her over the desk causing her to collide with the chair on the other side. "Get up," he commanded dragging her to her feet. "You are going to help me because I say you will. And because it could mean your freedom" he added handing her a cellphone.

"My freedom?" she questioned. Since he had her kidnapped, she learned that anytime that Marco made a promise or a deal, there was always a catch.

"I am going to offer a trade, the Devil's daughter for Mayah." He motioned to the cell phone he handed her. "You're going to make a recording to your father. He is to return Mayah to me and you may go free."

Krista felt her heart sink. As much as she wanted her freedom, she didn't want it to cost someone else theirs. "No," she said softly. "I'm not going to do it," she placed the phone on the desk.

"You act like you had a choice," he said dryly. "You can record the message yourself or I will," he said with a threatening tone. "It's your choice amor."

"I won't do it," she took a step back from Marco. The one thing she was taught when she was taken was that Marco did not tolerate disobedience.

"I guess I will" he said as he reached for Krista's hair. "Jackson, bring me some toys...our Krista still hasn't learned how to follow rules." He dragged Krista to the center of the room. Pulling out a set of keys from his pocket, he pressed a button on the key chain that lowered a cable from the ceiling. "String her up," he commanded taking off his dress shirt.

Now hanging from her wrists from the cable in the middle of the room, Krista watched as a now shirtless Marco handed Jackson the phone.

"You remind me so much of her," Marco said. "Mayah, always defies me." He caressed her cheek as a tear fell from her eye. "Start recording" he commanded before turning to face the camera. "Devil's Angels...you have something that belongs to me," he began. "And I want her back...I am willing to make a trade." he said turning towards Krista. Running his hands through her hair before pulling her head back, "My Mayah for Krista. Smile for the camera, amor" he said releasing the hand full of hair.

"No! Don't do it!" interrupted Krista.

"You don't get to speak!" yelled Marco, slapping her across her face. "I gave you the chance to record the message and you said no." He turned towards the camera motioning for Derik to take over recording for Jackson. "Muchachos, teach Krista to mind her tongue before she leaves us" he said smiling into the camera as Jackson and two others approached Krista and began to punch and slap her. "Enough," Marco commanded to the men. "I want my property back," he said lifting Krista's bruised face for the camera. "My men gave a package to one of your men. My contact card is in it. I expect an answer soon," he winked before motioning to for Derik to stop recording. "Take her to her room. Have the message encrypted and sent to the phone in the pack. Destroy the phone when your done," he said to Derik.

"Yes sir." he responded cutting Krista's rope from the cable.

Seeing the frown on Derik's face, Marco cleared his throat. "Do you have a problem?" He asked Derik as he took a seat at now messy desk.

Derik shook his head no, throwing Krista's unconscious body over his shoulder. He knew not to answer. Marco knew that Derik despised him and his trafficking business for what he did to his sister. "Not at all boss," he replied dryly.

"Remember our deal Derik...your services for the value of your sister." Marco said. "Make sure she's checked by the doctor before you leave her." he added watching all the men file out of the room.

Marco pulled out a cigar from his desk drawer and sat it next to the mess of papers on his desk. As he proceeded to sort through his papers, his phone vibrated. He put the cigar in his mouth and reached for his cell with a smile on his face that disappeared as soon as he saw the message on the screen.

'The Devil's Angels aren't the only ones interested in Mayah's safety. You've been warned. Stay away' read the text from a blocked number.

"Aahhhhh!" yelled Marco in frustration throwing his phone against the wall. No one is going to keep me from what's mine, he thought to himself. Mayah was going to have a lot of explaining to do when she came home.