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I pull out my cellphone. Evie has called several times. I will not call her back. If she hadn’t told that tabloid that we are getting engaged, I wouldn’t be in this mess. Fuck her.
I am just about to leave the kitchen, when my phone buzzes and lights up. My father’s cellphone is blowing up too. We both receive a picture of an almost naked young blonde girl. She has a collar around her neck attached to a chain. The message below the photo says, “we’ve got her,” with an emoji of a razor.
“Fuck. Those bastards have Gwen!” My father exclaims as he looks at his phone.
I immediately call my older brother, Paul Jr.
“Paul, did you get a text from the Razors? We did too. Reach out to your contact in the Razors and see where that crazy bastard is holding Gwen Fielding. Meet me at the office.”
I shove my phone in my suit coat.
“The Razors have been threatening to expand their drug dealing into Chicago’s north side – Outfit territory. They are using Gwen as leverage to convince me. How do they know I am going to marry her?”
“I don’t know. Bobby, you must save her. If anything happens to her the deal with Zach Fielding is off.”
My father is upset. Nothing upsets my father. I will deal with the fucking Razors.
I rush out of my father’s mansion leaving the front door wide open. My two bodyguards, Gino and Frankie, and driver are waiting for me in the circular driveway. They are looking at their cellphones. They know about Gwen Fielding. Bad news travels fast. I climb in the backseat of my black, bulletproof, SUV. We head for downtown of Chicago.
Fuck. I think of Gwen Fielding with a chain around her neck. I want to kill those bastards.
Chapter Two
“What the ancients called a clever fighter is one who not only wins, but excels in winning with ease.”
? Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Gwen
Iopen my eyes. My eyelids are sticky.How long was I out?I look up at narrow windows near the high ceiling. The sky is dark. My body hurts everywhere. I feel woozy. They drugged the water bottle. I can’t stand up. I crawl over to the makeshift bathroom and relieve myself.
I hear the chain dragging on the concrete floor as I crawl back to the hook. I sit and lean against a cold concrete wall. I can barely hold my head up. I want to go home. I want to see my father. I hear the big door slide open.No.
Salvador Villalovos walks in. Alone. He turns on the overhead fluorescent lights. He smiles. He is naked from the waist up. His chest and arms are covered with violent and graphic sexually tattoos. A knife in one hand. A bottle of water in the other. I clasp my arms around my legs trying to make myself look as small as possible.
“Hey Chica.”
He kneels over me. Grabs my long hair in his fist.No. Please don’t touch me.
“Such beautiful blonde hair,” he holds the bottle to my lips, “drink Chica.”
I turn my head. He yanks hard on my hair. I open my mouth and drink the bitter water. I do not look at him.
“Good, Chica.”
He stands up. I hear a zipper. He rips his jeans off. He is naked. I have never seen a man naked before. His erection is red, veiny, and huge. I gag.
“Why are you doing this?” I plead.
Tears are running down my cheeks. I do not want to get raped. I am a virgin. Never even kissed a boy.
“I want a taste of what Bobby has.”
“I have never even met Bobby Vincenzio!” I yell.
He laughs. Strokes his erection.Do not look at it.
“I never fucked a rich white girl before. Too bad for you Chica, I haven’t heard from the great Bobby Vincenzio. You are obviously not worth anything to him. I thought he would at least call a meeting.”
