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Luckily, the guy didn’t follow me into the bathroom, so I had a chance to be alone for a minute. I took note of everything in the bathroom that we could possibly use to our advantage. I heard a beep in my ear. My earpiece. They missed it when they searched me. I pulled it out of my ear. I had no clue how it worked, but there was a blue light blinking on it. Normally, there was a blue light that remained on when they would hand it to me. It was never blinking. I looked it over, pressing the only button on it, just to see what would happen. It beeped quietly three times in a row, then went silent, but the blue light was still blinking. No idea what that means. I put it back in my ear, just in case.
The guy that escorted me to the bathroom stuck his head inside the door and yelled at me to hurry up. I quickly finished up and walked out of the bathroom. He grabbed my arm once more and practically dragged me back to the room with Ivan. When we walked into the room, Ivan was bleeding from a cut above his eye.
“What the fuck? I didn’t do anything wrong. Why did you hurt him?” I asked, trying to appear as frightened as possible, rather than showing the extreme anger I was feeling.
“He has a smart mouth,” the guy with the gun said. “Almost as smart as yours.” I glanced to Ivan as they shoved me back in the chair. He was totally fine. He didn’t look it, but I knew he wasn’t feeling like he just got hit with the butt of a gun.
They zip-tied my wrists back to the chair once more. The guy with the gun put it back in its holster once I was secured to the chair again. He looked at me, then punched Ivan once more before walking out of the room, once again leaving us alone.
“Are you going to tell me what your smart mouth said to him?” I asked, trying not to smile.
“I asked him how good his English was. When he didn’t answer, I asked him if he wanted to die quickly or if he was okay with me dragging it out,” he said. “Then he hit me with the butt of his gun.”
“Rude. I knew their English was better than they were letting on,” I said. “I bet that was a test to see if I really could speak Italian.”
“Which means it’s likely Sal that we’re waiting on. Armando knows you can understand Italian.”
“Is it wrong that I’m slightly disappointed it’s not Armando? I really want a definitive decision on that fucker,” I said. “Maybe Sal just didn’t believe that I could understand Italian, so he tested it just to be sure. It could still be both of them.”
We heard voices outside the door. More than just the two guys that had been watching us. “Looks like we might find out the answer sooner rather than later,” Ivan said.
The door opened once more. The two guys who grabbed us walked in first, followed by Salvadori, followed by Armando. Oh, he’s dead. They glanced at Ivan, who had blood that was drying on his face, then looked to the two guys who had grabbed us. They just shrugged their shoulders like it wasn’t their fault.
Sal walked toward me. The look on his face was difficult to read. He looked happy, but he also looked angry. “You, my dear. You can’t keep yourself from killing my men. That’s not very ladylike of you,” he said as he ran a finger down the side of my face and my neck. I felt nauseous at his touch. I could feel Ivan’s anger, much the same way I could feel Adrik’s, but it wasn’t quite as strong of a feeling. But I didn’t need to look at him to know he was not happy that Sal was touching me.
“Your men are anything but gentlemen toward me. Maybe if they weren’t constantly trying to harm me, I would be nicer to them,” I said, trying to move away from his hand as far as I could.
Sal laughed, turning to look at Armando. “You were right, Mando. She is a firecracker.”
“What do you want with me?”
“Well, my dear, it started out innocently enough. You were going to be the bait to draw out Ghost, so we could kill him,” he said. I tensed at him mentioning Adrik. “But now that you’ve killed so many of my men, I can’t let that go unpunished. There’s the matter of my son as well. You’ve made him look like a fool. You seem to be in my debt, you see,” Sal said. His fingers were still running down my neck. He caught the zipper of my shirt, unzipping it as far as it would go, which thankfully was only halfway down. He stood and stared at my bra for a moment, like it was the first time he’d seen a woman’s breasts.
“Is this your first time seeing boobs?” I asked. I didn’t expect him to slap me, but he did. Hard. My head jerked to the side with the impact of his hand. Ivan threatened him, but Sal ignored him.
“You do have a smart mouth. You’ll learn to keep it shut,” Sal said.
“I told your idiot son the same thing. School really wasn’t my thing. I’m probably not going to learn that anytime soon,” I said, looking at Sal with every ounce of hatred I could muster. His fist made contact with my face once more. This time, it was exactly like it had been in my dream. He punched me so hard that my chair tipped over backwards. I heard Ivan yell at him and I could hear him struggling in his chair. The two guys that grabbed us came over and set me back upright. “You punch like a weak old man,” I said as soon as I was upright once again. “I bet you can’t even get it up. How many dick pills do you have to take to even have sex?” Ivan laughed loudly beside me, which caused Sal to focus his anger on Ivan instead of me. Sal punched Ivan, squarely across the jaw, but Ivan’s massive frame barely budged. He stayed quiet for a moment, looking at Sal. He turned his gaze to me, saying, “You were right. He punches like a weak old man.”
“That’s enough!” Armando said sternly. He had been quiet since they walked in the room. He looked uncomfortable. Good. He should be uncomfortable. His time is coming. “You’re not going to get anything for her if you wreck her face,” Armando said.
So, Dario was right. Sal was planning on selling me to the highest bidder. My anger was a raging inferno inside, but that thought made me laugh. This dumb fuck. Armando walked to stand next to Sal. He hadn’t looked me in the eyes since walking into the room, but he did once he stood next to Sal. The look of surprise on his face was evident. Clearly, my eyes were still dark. I held his gaze, letting even more of my anger come to the surface, secretly hoping that my eyes would go still darker. I said, in Italian, “You’re both going to die. Slowly. Painfully.” I maintained eye contact with Armando until he looked away. He looked more nervous than when he’d come into the room. Even Sal looked uncertain about what to say. They looked at each other and walked out of the room without another word.
Once they were gone, Ivan asked in Russian, “How’s your face, princess?”
“I mean, it’s felt better, but I’m okay. Lucky that he really does punch like a weak girl.”
Ivan laughed. “What did you say to them?”
“I told them they were both going to die slowly and painfully. I’m guessing by the look on Armando’s face, my eyes are still dark?” I asked, looking at Ivan.
“Um, yeah. Every time you look at me, they get darker. They’re going to be black by the time this is over with.”
“Or I’m going to spontaneously combust. It could go either way, really,” I said, laughing.
“Judging by that interaction, I would guess Sal is in charge and Armando is going along with him for whatever reason. Maybe Sal has something over him?”
“Yeah, but remember who Armando is sleeping with. I don’t think he’s as innocent as he’s trying to get us to believe. He only came to my defense because Sal beating me further would’ve meant a lower price for me. I’m done with him. There’s no getting out of this for him as far as I’m concerned,” I said.
