“What the hell! Let me go,” I yell, pulling at my arms as the big thugs carry me across the driveway.
“Shut the fuck up! Nobody is going to rescue you,” Thug, with the scar on his face, yells.
They throw me inside the black van. The tattooed man jumps inside the van with me. Scarface runs around the van and gets in the driver's seat, turning on the van.
Tattoo thug ties me up and brings an oily-smelling rag up to my face, mostly likely to gag me, but I’m unable to tolerate the smell, so I immediately throw up all over the thug. I know I got some on me, but I don’t care. I got the fucker good.
“Stupid bitch,” Thug yells, hitting me.
Oh my god!
“What’s happening,” Thug scar face asks.
“The bitch threw up all over me,” Thug tattoo yells.
“Did you tie her up,” Thug scar face asks, tuning the van onto the street.
“Yes, she’s tied up, and I slapped her for barfing all over me,” Thug tattoo growls.
“That fucking sucks,” Thug scar huffs, shaking his head.
I stare at the thug, trying to clean up his jeans. Then he looks at me staring at him, and he gets pissed off. He hits me, and I see stars, blacking out.
I open my eyes, but my left eye feels swollen. Everything rushes into my mind, and I remember that the fucker hit me. My head hurts, and I move into a sitting position. I rub my head and softly touch my eye; it fucking hurts. I look around, but it’s dark and cold; I can’t see much other than dark, indiscernible images.
It smells awful.
Ooohhh hell.
I throw up again.
Fuck!
I scoot over a few feet to get away from the vomit. I don’t like it because the ground is gritty and humid. I must be in a warehouse because it stinks. I know that the fucking criminals, yeah, such as Don Elio and Czar, use warehouses to do their evil deeds. I don’t know who took me, but I know that Don Elio and Czar are going to be pissed off. I pray that Czar gets me out of here soon because I stink.
I hug my legs close to my chest to keep warm. I listen for any sounds that could give me an idea of where I’m at.
Nothing.
Niente.
Nada.
Nyet.
I don’t hear anything.
Nine
Czar
It’s taking to fucking long. She should have been here an hour ago.
I look at my cell, and then I see the security app flashing. My heart stops and starts pounding so damn fast it’s hard to breathe. I close my eyes, inhale deeply, and exhale.
Mia was at her house and her mother wasn’t there, she took off. I grind my molars and look at the security video.
Fuck!
