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A sickening feeling swelled inside my belly, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the medicine I took. Mom wasn’t lying. Mom had told all of us stories about them from when she was a little girl. Honestly, I figured she made it up to keep us from doing stupid shit and get us to stay in bed at night. Until now that was. Stone openly admitted to being a murderer and had even gotten a little rough with me, but it was nothing compared to the stories that Mom had told of the Falbos. Allegedly the Falbo family ran a big portion of the East Coast and what they didn’t own the Angeloffs did. Of course, I’d never been around them to know the truth of all of that, but people talked. I racked my brain, trying to think of anyone from my past with either of those last names and came up short. I didn’t know them at all, but I sure wasn’t giving up what my mom had told me either. For now, at least. If this information was the only thing keeping Maryanne and me alive, maybe at some point I would be able to exchange it for our freedom.
My mind raced, desperate to figure out why he was asking me of all people about them. Was this the reason they took me? “Who?”
“Don’t act coy with me, Reggy. Falbo. IOC. An Italian Mafia family. Who are you to them?”
“I told you I do not know them.” I nervously picked at my nails.
“Bullshit! Screw this! I tried playing nice, gorgeous Bird, but that isn’t who I am.” His voice grew louder with each word he spoke, and he threw the bottle across the room. A shiver trailed up my spine and alarms blared in my brain when the bottle slammed against the wall. This wasn’t good. I needed to find Maryanne and get the hell out of here as quickly as possible.
“If I did know them, would that get me to Maryanne quicker?” I looked through my eyelashes at him as he towered over me. I needed to play it cool. Maybe I did. To be honest, I had no clue how someone was supposed to act in a hostage situation, but I had watched enough TV to know when you lost your value, you were no longer important.
“What do you think? Swallowing coke didn’t get you to her, so do you think this would?”
“Maybe?”
“I’m done. If I can’t get the information we need from you, Mordy will.”
“I don’t know who you are talking about,” I enunciated each syllable of the half-truth, trying to buy myself time. On one hand, I really didn’t know anything useful. However, the fact they thought I did may be the only reason Sticks and Stone had saved us from the other men. So, telling this man useless shit might just be enough to convince Stone I was more trouble than I was worth, and he would kill me on the spot.
“Of course, you don’t,” he huffed, pointing the gun at my forehead. “Don’t try anything fucking stupid again or I’ll let you die.”
“Give me your hands,” he rasped out the order, pulling a thick zip tie from the pocket of his jeans, feeding the end into the clasp part. Fear coursed through my veins with every beat of my heart. It was like it took this action for me to swallow the reality of what was really happening right now.
Was I scared when Stone put me in the car?
Yes.
Did he absolutely terrify me when he pulled that said car off the road and yanked me back out of it?
I sure as shit was terrified, but it all seemed like a dream. One where I had the courage to fight back. Perhaps a little bit of the cocaine leaked into my bloodstream after all. This wasn’t who I was. I was a fighter. A survivor. I was not an idiot, though. The man put a gun to my head, and I happened to be particularly fond of living. I pushed and pushed him, and he finally had enough. I didn’t want to give him yet another reason to blow the brains out of my skull.
My hands shook as I cupped them together and lifted them for him. He put the looped zip tie over them and secured it around my wrists, binding them together. Instantly my skin throbbed from the pressure, but the pain wasn’t something I wasn’t able to take.
“Feet.”
My bare feet lifted, and Stone banded them together just as he had my wrists. “You can’t wreak as much havoc if you can’t move as much.”
As soon as he quit talking, he left the room.
After a few seconds passed, the door swung open again. My eyes lifted, meeting Stone’s and fear struck through my body. His eyebrows were drawn together and the skin between them was wrinkled. His nostrils flared as he glanced over his shoulder and back to me. “I tried to save you, Bird. Remember that.”
Chapter11
Reggy
“Ah. What a sweet little arse you have on you, lass,” the man who I assumed to be Mordy said in an accent.
“Watch yourself, Mordy.” Stone’s jaw muscles tightened and released while he pulled his long hair into a bun at the nape of his neck.
“Aye. You tried it your way, now we do this how I see fit.”
Stone didn’t back down from Mordy, his biceps flexed as he squared his shoulders. “We need to get her to talk. You standing around eye-fucking her is a waste of all of our time.”
“Might be the case, but I’m not blind. And since when do you care how I fecking talk when I’m questioning someone? My method isn’t yours, but it’s effective,deartháir.”
“I don’t. I just want to get this over with and move on with business.” Stone breathed out heavily as our eyes connected again and he stared at me. “Do your worst, brother.”
“There’s the bastard I need.” Mordy smiled, opening the closet. I strained my eyes and stretched my body, hoping to see what he was after, but Stone stepped in front of me. Mordy reached around Stone and then his palm flattened against Stone’s chest. “Step aside, Stone. It’s time to get the answers we need.”
