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Loud noises sound behind the door once again. It has been maybe ten minutes since Fusco left, and we didn’t expect his men to be back this soon.
The door opens once again.
“Change of plans. You’re moving now,” says one of the guys walking towards us. Our hands are briefly freed from their restraints before being bound together again. The knots pulled even tighter. I’m sure I’m bleeding at this point.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Someone has some questions for you.” That’s all he says. Pulling out their guns, one of them is walking in front while the two others are in the back. I can sense the weight of a gun against my spine. “Move.”
I recognise the room we enter. It’s the second room we found the girls in. The odour is overpowering, a sickening combination of decay and the metallic tang of fresh blood.
They push us towards the centre of the space and make us sit on the chairs arranged there, following the same pattern as before. The sound of rope being twisted and tied echoes through the room as they secure our hands and legs to the chairs. Once they’re done, they leave us, leaving the door open.
Scott and I exchange a glance, waiting for the person to come. We don’t dare speak since the door is wide open. I have an idea of what’s about to happen. Following Fusco’s appearance, it’s only logical for his son to make an appearance as well. As we wait for a few minutes, I can hear the sound of Shaan’s footsteps getting closer until he appears with a devious smile on his face.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? I’d say thank you for joining us, but I don’t think you had a choice in the matter.”
Little prick thinks he’s smarter than us.
“What do you want from us?” I ask.
“Where the fuck is my sister?” spits Scott.
“Tss tss, that’s a lot of questions, and I think my father already answered one of your questions. Oh yes, because Fusco is my father. Surprise, surprise.”
Does this guy seriously think we’re dumb? He’s been with me for years, but it’s becoming clear that he doesn’t have a deep understanding of who we are.
His attention shifts to Scott, and he adds, “As for your sister, she’ll be joining you soon.”
As I look around, I feel the weight of the third chair joining us.
“Here, see. I told you it wouldn’t take long.” Before us stands a weakened version of Bailey. Her clothes are covered in dirt and some blood stains. The physical abuse is evident as I observe the discoloured bruises on her cheeks, which have now started to turn a dark shade of purple. Her eyes are surrounded by dark circles, and tears are threatening to spill over. I can sense Scott’s anger building up inside him.
She lets out a sob when she sees us. “Scott.”
Through gritted teeth, Scott promises, looking straight into Shaan’s eyes. “You motherfucker, your death will be slow and painful. You can take my fucking word for it.” The bastard laughs. He doesn’t know that when Scott promises, he delivers. And I’ll be the one holding him to it if I have to.
They place her in the chair, and she winces as they proceed to tighten the rope around her wrists. They refrain from binding her legs, possibly under the impression that she won’t be able to flee.
Mistake number one.
“Now, behave.” The sound of their departure fades, and we are left with a hush of silence. The darkness in the room is punctuated only by the faint light of a small window.
“Bai. Are you okay?” asks Scott, worried. “What did the bastard do to you?”
“I’m alright.” She looks over to me. “Blakely? Is she okay? What are you doing here? Tell me you have a plan?” she asks breathlessly.
“Okay, just breathe for me, will you?” I say.
She tries to focus on her breathing, which calms her down. “That’s it. Now. Blakely is safe. Not happy, but alive. And we do have a plan. Do you think you can handle it a bit longer for us?”
She sighs and nods her head. “You’re doing good.” Before I have time to add anything else, our earpieces buzz once again.
“Boss. I have someone who wants to speak with you,” says Tim on the other side. “You can speak freely. It’s safe.”
“How do you know it’s safe?” I whisper. I catch Bailey’s confused expression as I realise it looks like I’m talking to myself. Scott gestures towards his ear as much as he can with his hands bound, indicating that we are able to communicate with the outside world through the thin black plastic in our ears.
“I’ll act as if your question wasn’t directed towards me,” he says. “We put cameras everywhere. We can monitor their movements at all times.” I don’t bother to ask him how he did it, knowing he always finds a way to get things done. In addition to being one of my most trusted guys, Tim is a genius. “Now, I’ll leave you with?—”
