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“Jesus,” Gage breaths out, his disgust just fuels my need for more blood. I slowly turn away from the table that holds all the tools I need and admire my handy work. Marco’s head is lulled to the side, on the verge of passing out again. One hand is fingerless, the other has bamboo spikes shoved under his nails. Nails stick out of his torso, his kneecaps are shattered.
“I don’t know where she is,” he cries out. I grab the needle from my pocket and shove it into his chest.
“What was that?” I smirk as I turn to Gage.
“Shot of adrenaline. Can’t have him passing out now and missing the best part of the show.” Gage shudders at my answer but Bishop remains unaffected. I turn back to Marco and grip his hair until he is looking up at me.
“I want to know where Romello is keeping her. Tell me what I want to know and I’ll end it quickly.” Marco isn’t a loyal foot solider, he would sell you to anyone who pays the right price.
“I swear, I don’t know.” I grab the pliers from my pocket and he begins to thrash against his restraints. It’s futile, he will never be able to break free. I slowly lift them to his mouth and he tries to clamp it closed.
“Open or I’ll break your jaw.” I can see him trying to figure out his next move but he doesn’t have one.
“Romello is acting alone!” I pause and slowly lower the pliers as I take a step back.
“Tell me more. If you lie to me, I’ll drag this out for weeks!” He nods his head and I can tell from how sluggish it is he doesn’t have weeks, hours maybe.
“The money stopped coming in and he lost it. Donny…” He’s Romello’s underboss and a sick son of a bitch at that. “… and him went to the other families and tried to get them to take you all out.”
“Why?” Bishop asks, his voice is calm but I know inside he is raging.
“Because you took Tony out.” Bishop cocks his head to the side acting confused. No one outside of myfamilyknows that Bishop was the one to end Tony. What Bish did can’t go unpunished, it is our deepest secret.
“Did I?” Marco eyes Bishop for a beat and I can see that now he isn’t sure.
“Well… That’s what was said. The others aren’t happy with you taking over. Mike and Donny went to Pauly and Vinny and they came up with a… plan.” His eyes slowly droop so I reach out and smack him. He snaps his eyes open and shakes his head as best he can.
“Get on with it,” I snap.
“They… are… to Russians.” I don’t need to hear more. I pull my gun and shoot him right in the middle of his head.
“What the fuck?” I turn to Gage and point my gun at him. Bishop eyes me, warning me not to kill my half-brother.
“Don’t ever fucking question me. They are working with the Russian scum to get the skin trade back up and running. He didn’t know where Allison was, so he is of no use to me.” Bishop steps in front of Gage and I slowly lower my gun to my side.
“I’ve let you have your fun for a couple weeks, now it is time for you to reign in your rage and think like a boss.” I sneer at him.
“I’m not the fucking boss, you are! This is what I do, Bishop,” I shout as I wave my arms around the grungy darkened room. This is where I conduct my business, my own torture chamber!
“No, you are hiding out here so you don’t have to face your fucking kid! She needs you, King, not me, or the twins or even fucking Gage and Kiara. Tend to your daughter and fix shit with her, then you will be able to fucking focus.” He turns to leave but pauses in the doorway and peers back over his shoulder. “And for fuck’s sake, take a goddam shower and eat something. I don’t want to see another drop of whiskey near you!” I glare at the fucker. He may be the boss but he doesn’t fucking tell me how to live my life.
Chapter16
Allison
I’m so cold.
I sit shivering in the corner of the room, my arms wrapped around my naked body. My head rests on the tops of my knees. I’ve stopped crying, there is no point in shedding tears when all they do is make them happy to know they are affecting me. I think about her every day and hope to God that she did as I asked and called King. I have never been more grateful for being able to shut off emotions and act on instinct, until that night. I just passed by the window and saw three blacked out SUV’s skid to a stop outside my building, I knew they were there for me. I got Mela and put her under my bed. I will never be able to erase the fearful look in her eyes from my memory for as long as I live. I told her to hide, stay quiet and not make a sound. Not to come out or call King until I stopped screaming. I knew they would make me scream.
They beat me.
They cut my panties from my body and made sure to dig the knife in deep enough to draw blood, they wanted King to know they had hurt me. They tried to beat Mela’s whereabouts out of me but I would rather burn in hell than ever let these sorry excuses for humans near my girl. Their leader, Mikey they call him, isn’t the one that terrifies me. It’s his underboss—Donny. That man has no semblance of humanity inside his body. I know I called King and his family monsters but they aren’t. They love and care but Donny doesn’t. He just wants to maim and hurt. He aims to inflict as much pain as he can every time he comes to see me. I have been beaten, starved and defiled in the worst fucking way. They may use my body and try to break me but I shut off, allowing my mind to wonder to a happy place to escape the torture they inflict on me.
I picture King, Mela and I all together, living as a family, happy and content. I think of Mela going to school with King and I dropping her off on her first day. The twins, Bishop, Kiara and Gage all standing around as they wave off our girl. That’s my happy place. I have no family. My parents cut me off when I begged Christine to keep Mela. I was never the favorite child, just the mistake that came after the golden kid. I grew up knowing I was never loved. I think that’s why I make sure to tell Mela daily how much I love her and even without words I want her to feel the love I have for her radiating off of me. The sound of the lock clicking has me tensing. I keep my eyes closed and just wait. I don’t fight anymore, there isn’t a point as they enjoy it more when I fight them off. I have lost count of the number of men that have come and had theirturnas they call it. They don’t use condoms and it scares me more to think that I could become pregnant from one of these bastards. The door opens and I wait for them to grab me and throw me down on the disgusting mattress and rape me.
“Get the fuck in there!” I keep still but blink my eyes open and stifle my gasp when I see them push another girl into the room. She falls to her knees and cries out. I flinch, she needs to shut up or they will beat her for making a sound. The only time they allow you to wail or scream is when they are fucking you, other than that they beat you for making a noise. Shit, you don’t even need to make a sound for them to come and blow off steam by hurting you. The door slams shut. The girl jumps to her feet and spins around banging on the door. I watch as she tries to find the handle… she won’t find one, the door can only be opened from the other side.
“Let me out!” she screams. I shrink further back into the corner, praying for her to shut the fuck up!
