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“Boss,” Harry shouted. “We got company, and you ain’t gonna like it.”
We stood there as I heard shuffling on the other side of the door. Slowly, the doorknob turned and the door flew open. The man I recognized from the FBI photos as Paulie stood there looking at me. Harry grabbed me by the arm and brought me into the doorway. Paulie started laughing, his voice high-pitched and evil.
“Well, well,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “The boyfriend shows up. Won’t you come in?”
Paulie stepped to the side, and I saw Josie strapped to a chair, her head hanging down and blood dripping from her mouth and lip. She tried to pick her head up, but it just fell back down, swaying from side to side. Her blouse was torn open, and there were red marks on her skin. The ropes were tied so tightly around her ankles that skin was turning red and purple. Her hair was matted, half from sweat and tears, the other from blood. It fell loosely around her face. Immediately, my blood began to boil, and I gritted my teeth. Harry lifted the gun to the side of my head and grunted. I was going to kill both of these motherfuckers by the time the night was through, no matter what I had to do. They had hurt Josie, and now all I could see was red.
My first instinct was to punch Paulie, but the cold barrel of a gun kept me from lifting my hands. I tightened my fists at my sides and gritted my teeth, not knowing what to do at that moment. I ran forward toward Josie, but before I could get there, Harry pistol-whipped me in the back of the head, sending me down onto my knees. My head throbbed, and I felt Paulie lean down and grab me by the hair.
“I was just in the process of feeling her up,” Paulie said, laughing. “But hey, I like an audience. You can fucking watch.”
He threw my head back down, and I lifted it toward him, gritting my teeth. I stared at him for several moments, picturing myself strangling him where he was standing. He snapped his fingers in front of my face and laughed, walking back over to Josie and stroking her hair.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I said.
“Sure,” he replied sarcastically. “You know, I’m thinking it’s actually going to be the other way around. In fact, you can now be a part of the murder-suicide that I’m planning. The two lovers are racked with guilt over the murder that the boyfriend, that’s you, set up, and Josie carried out. It’s all very romantic. You can both write suicide letters, and when they find the bodies, you can be the one holding the gun. Don’t you think that’s sweet? You put her out of her misery and guilt.”
I could feel the wires pulling at my chest, and I knew that the FBI had heard everything. However, they didn’t have all the details, so I decided it would be a good idea to get as much information as possible. Paulie seemed like a complete idiot that would spill the beans without checking for a wire, and there wasn’t much more they could do before killing us. I took in a deep breath and fell back on my ass, rubbing the lump on the back of my head.
“Whose death are we supposed to have masterminded?” I asked.
“Not that it matters, but if it’ll make you feel better, it was this two-timing bookie who was skimming off the top,” he explained, taking the gun from his belt and waving it around. “Nobody steals from our family, so we sent Harry to take care of it. Unfortunately, some nosey old lady saw her, so we were forced to use your beautiful girlfriend here to take the fall. It was all too fucking easy in the end.”
I knew that the FBI had everything they needed to come in and take this operation down, but that meant that I had to keep us alive a little bit longer until they moved in. Paulie laughed and put his gun back in his belt, lifting Josie’s face up and then dropping it. He shrugged and stepped back, putting his hand to his chin again and staring at her. I knew what was coming, and I needed to brace myself. He leaned down on one knee and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. He moved his hands all over her body and I grimaced, wanting to do some
thing. Harry walked back over and grabbed me, lifting me to my feet, and putting the gun back to my face. Josie screamed out in shame, twisting in her chair as much as she could. I gritted my teeth as he reared back and slapped her hard, watching her head drop down again.
I couldn’t stand any of it, not for one damn second. I couldn’t take the sounds of her screams, and I couldn’t take the vision of another man’s hands on her. I glanced over at Harry, who was looking around the room. There was a sound behind us, and I knew that was the perfect moment to make my move. As Harry turned her head to look at the doorway, I grabbed her wrist, twisting it so hard I could hear the bones popping inside and knocking the gun from her hand. She screamed and fell to her knees.
I lunged forward and tackled Paulie, throwing him to the ground and punching him repeatedly in the face. He groaned and reached for his gun, so I kneed him in the balls and threw the gun to the other side of the room. I reared my arm back and punched him hard in the face. Blood poured from his nose and mouth. Suddenly, I heard the cocking of a gun, and I froze, feeling the barrel pressing against the back of my head.
“Stop,” Harry said angrily. “Or I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
“Freeze,” voices shouted from behind us. “Drop your weapon, and put your hands in the air.”
I slid off Paulie and leaned back against the wall, watching droves of FBI agents flood the room. I looked down at the broken skin on my knuckles and then back over at Paulie, who was laying in his own pool of blood, barely conscious. I stood up quickly and showed the agents my wiretap before bending down in front of Josie and untying the ropes from her ankles and wrists. She slowly picked her head up and smiled, rubbing her wrists. The paramedics moved me to the side and immediately starting to tend to her wounds. She looked worse than she actually was, but still, the sight of blood and bruising made me want to turn around and kick Paulie another couple times.
I sat back down against the wall as another paramedic came over to me, wiping the blood from my hands and checking out the bump on the back of the head. They said neither of us had to go into the hospital, but we were welcome to get some x-rays if we were worried. Both of us refused and decided we just wanted to get back to the headquarters so we could get all of this taken care of. I was proud of Josie, and I could see that she was more than proud of me.
Chapter 32
Josie
The FBI agents were really kind, probably the first law enforcement that had been nice to me since all of this crap had started. I couldn’t stop shaking as I sat in the chair and went over my story. I had to tell it from the beginning, when Paulie and Harry had first come to the house. I had to try to remember every single detail that I had experienced. It was a bit exhausting, and my face was throbbing. Blaine sat beside me, refusing to leave and claiming he had the right to be there because technically, he was my attorney. I was glad to have him there. Even though I’d wished he would stay away, now that the air was clear, I was so relieved that he’d shown up when he did. I couldn’t believe that I had given up the way I had, and all to keep a man safe. A man who would never leave me to die. I was silly for even thinking it.
Telling my story was easy until it got to the kidnapping. Then, it became a little more difficult to talk about. It was starting to sink in that I had gotten abducted, that Paulie had groped me, and all the other things that happened behind closed doors. I was feeling a bit traumatized.
After several hours, the FBI made sure we were safe, and they released us. I felt okay going back to Blaine’s house, although I didn’t know if I would ever go back to my father’s house again. There were too many bad memories there. The Giorntino crime family was pretty much screwed, and they ended up catching all but one of the members of the mob, the last making a run for it and plunging his car, accidentally, into the ocean. It was definitely a good day for the FBI, the state of Florida, and most importantly, me and Blaine. I knew then that all my charges would be dropped, and there were definitely some issues we had to take up with local law enforcement for not listening to me at all.
Blaine helped me gingerly up from the chair and kissed my forehead, pretty much the only part of my face not black and blue. He held my hand as we walked through the FBI headquarters, smiling at the celebrations going on around us. I guessed that they had been trying to take these guys down for a long time. Who knew little ole me would help solve a ginormous case for the FBI? Well, I didn’t do it alone. That was for sure. I looked up at Blaine and smiled as we walked hand in hand out to the car. He opened the door to the SUV and got inside, reminding me that I had demolished his car.
“Sorry about your car,” I said with a cheesy smile.
He laughed. “That’s why I have insurance, love. Gonna get a brand-spankin' new one real soon.”
I sighed with relief as we pulled up to his house, breathing in the salty sea air as I stepped out of the SUV and back on familiar ground. The security was still here, and Blaine planned on keeping them around until everything had settled down, just in case. We walked inside and put down our things, and Blaine gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me back toward the bathroom. Once inside, he helped me get my clothes off, hardening his face every time I winced.
My wrists and ankles were all cut up from the ropes, and my face felt like a punching bag. He turned on the hot water and helped me in, taking his clothes off and climbing in after me. Very carefully, he filled the soft loofah with body wash and washed Paulie off my body, minding all the cuts and bruises. Then, as if he were reading my mind, he turned me around and washed and conditioned my hair, laughing as he struggled to get it all out. I reached up and kissed his cheek, lifting my arms painfully over my head and rinsing it well.
