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I think I’m in some sort of basement but I’m not sure. I can’t see any windows, only one door. The room is lit by a dull bulb. I can see a table with all sorts of lovely, beautiful items on it: knives, needles, matches, and forceps. I assume he’s going to torture me.
Oh, how amazing, I’m going to die. Will anyone save me before it’s too late?
Who am I kidding? I’ve read far too many mafia romances.
I really hope Aoife is ok. I hope she told Cahill or Ruairi. I am praying to the big man that someone pulls through and finds me. No point in shouting to alert Jonathon I’m awake, I might as well prolong this as much as I can. Just when I thought I could have a little breather in walks the brute himself.
“Nice sleep, princess? Your head looks a bit swollen but not to worry that is the least of your problems tonight.” He laughs. He sounds worse than the Joker. Jonathon has lost his damn marbles.
“Do you know why you are here?”
“No. I have no clue. Has Cahill done something?”
“Wrong answer.”
Which is followed by a swift kick to the thighs, and I start to swing. The kick wasn’t too painful. The swing is making me feel sick. It must be the head injury I have. Or the smell of damp down here, it’s disgusting.
“Try again!” He taunts me.
“I don’t know, Jonathon. You took me. You tell me why I am here?”
“So much cheek for someone with no power.” Which is followed by another kick, but to my left hip and more swinging. I now know why I am not too high off the ground. He wouldn’t be able to reach me to kick.
“You aren’t in charge here, Sophie.” Ouch! He punches me on the side of my head. I see stars explode. The pain!
“I AM!” He’s roaring at me while he uses my stomach as a punching bag. He punches my stomach so hard I throw up on him. And I’m not even sorry that I do. But it only results in more punches and grunts from the brute. When he steps back to look at me, I know I’m not pretty.
“You picking on a girl because you aren’t man enough to pick on a man? And you also had to tie the girl up in case she swung back. Are you scared you would lose to a girl?” I laugh. “You are such a wuss.” I just keep laughing and crying. I don’t even know why I am taunting him. He is going to kill me. Maybe if I keep annoying him, he will do it sooner. I’m lost in my thoughts with my eyes closed when I feel the sharp pain in my side. He has stabbed me. My eyes pop open and I squeal. How did Liam not cry like a little bitch when Cahill did this to him? He has some balls.
“You speak when I tell you too.” He spits in my face before he steps back.
“I am going to tell you a story and you are going listen to me, you cunt.”
“Not like I have much else to do but hang around here anyway,” I say between gritted teeth, not even sure I made sense.
“Humor will get you nowhere tonight,” he replies sternly while playing with a knife between his fingers. It’s kind of hypnotizing.
“When I was a little boy, I had a Mam and Dad. It was great. We lived in a nice house, had food on the table, and heat. This lasted for a few years until my dad decided to ditch my mam for a younger woman, and he left us with nothing. My mam, being the saint she was, got us to Dublin, worked three jobs to keep a roof over our heads, and food in our bellies. I didn’t have the nice clothes like the other kids at school, and I was picked on every fecking day. As I got older, I fought back. I left school at sixteen with very little education and got a job to help mam. I did a few drug runs for the Traynor family, and officially joined them when I was nineteen. I was able to bring in good money, got mam a new house, a new car, made sure she had food, and heat. I worked so hard. I had to do something for her, she done everything for me. Her only boy, her only child.” He wipes away a tear.
I feel bad for him. If I wasn’t held captive, or had the crap belted out of me, let alone stabbed, and hear he is going to kill me, but if he had told me he had a rough start out in life, like other people do, I’d feel sorry for him. I wish I could have helped, but I hadn’t even been born or was very young.
“A few years ago, a man came into my life. He claimed to be my father. I spoke to mam, and she confirmed it. He didn’t want to see her, he claimed he wanted to get to know me better, to make up for lost time. That was a load of bullshit. After a few months the truth started to come out. A girl had moved to Dublin recently, and he wanted me to keep tabs on her, he paid me good money, and it didn’t affect my work with the Traynor family, so I did it. After a year or two watching, I found out she was his daughter, my half-sister, the daughter of the woman he left mam and me for, her child. I was fuming, but I kept watching. She led a really boring life, worked, and read books.”
He smiles at me with a glitter of malice in his eyes as he sees I have finally put two and two together. That smug look will hopefully be punched off his face real soon when I get my hands on him or even better, when Cahill gets here. I can’t believe he has been watching me. I am his half-sister. I am like five years younger than him. My mother and our father caused him so much pain, and I am going to pay, he told me it was time to pay. now I know why. I just keep staring at him. I don’t know what to say.
“She used to go out for drinks with her one friend. Any fella that got close I took out, mainly for my fun. I just liked the thought of her being lonely. I stalked her a few nights while she walked home in the dark to spook her a little, and it worked, she hardly went out at night. I sent a few bunches of flowers and weird notes to keep her guessing what was going on.In everything I find myself doing in life, I am motivated to do better, for you,just like the recent one I sent. The fun I have had over the years!”
He sits back and smiles to himself. He has been playing a game with my life for years. If I could get down, I would seriously kick his ass.
“But then you, the stupid bitch that you are, had to get yourself caught up with the Traynor’s. Cahill took a shine to you, so I couldn’t just take you out, and get it over with. ThenDaddydidn’t want me hurting you, he just wanted you away from a life of crime; it was ok for his son, but not his princess of a daughter. Fucking prick that he is. Just when I thought I was winning, you had to meet your mother, and tell her how life is rosy, and thenDaddywanted to keep you with Cahill because his little princess was happy and safe, and we don’t want to upset her. Swear to fuck, should have killed you years ago when I had the chance. So here we are. Dad wants you to live happily with the mob boss, and I want you to suffer for the sins you caused my mother and me. My mother is dead because of you. She got cancer because of you. And now you will pay… with your life! Now, let the real fun begin.”
He smiles at me all up in my face. I hope and pray to God that Cahill gets here soon. I am not looking forward to this. I hope I can make it out alive, but the look in Jonathon’s eyes tell me differently.
“I didn’t know any of this!” I scream.
Why is he punishing me? I didn’t do anything besides be born. I am so raging at our fucking dad. I am just screaming at his back, but he walks away from me and grabs something that looks like a bar of chocolate, maybe he is hungry? I don’t know how murders work. As he is walking back to me, he breaks it in half.
“Open your mouth, you will need your energy. Every time you think you are close to death, I am going to bring you back to life, so I can keep killing you slowly, you will be begging to die by the time I am done. Now open.”
