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We were gettingreallyfar with this integration.
“At least tell me what you hit me with,” I asked, groaning.
“A log.”
“You got a mean swing?”
She had the audacity to laugh. “No. I just hit you two times to make sure you were out. Figured you had a hard head.”
Scowling, I ignored vertigo and launched forward, ready to wrap my hands around her throat. I got all but one foot forward before I was yanked back. Falling, I hissed.
“Yeah, that’s not going to work,” she advised, “you aren’t getting very far.”
Laying on the ground, I stared at the ugly spirals carved into the ceiling. “While I work on getting this chain off, I will be planning the most painful death for you, girl.”
Once more, she snorted. Clearly not taking me seriously, she stepped closer. Moving to sit down, she sat a foot away from my reach.
“You are going to answer my questions,” she stated firmly.
“Or what?” I asked, tilting my chin to get a better look at her. “You’ll kill me?” I snorted. “If you wanted me dead, you wouldn’t have bothered bandaging up my wound.”
“I don’t need to kill you,” she explained, “how long do you think you can survive being chained up? Seeing as you haven’t eaten in the last six hours, I can bet you’ll start wanting some food here soon.”
Perfect. I was at an unknown woman’s mercy. What other choice did I have? Sure, I could wait until the members of the Franzolli family came to rescue me, but I didn’t exactly know when that would be.
“What do you want to know?”
She smiled, looking proud of herself. “What’s your name?”
“My name is Marco. Marco Franzolli,” I admitted much to my dismay. Clearly, I needed to get her to trust me. Give her a reason to get a little closer. Lying was not the way to go.
The woman pulled out a phone-myphone and looked through it. Should have set a password.
“At least you can tell the truth,” she murmured more to herself. “Why were you snooping around my home?”
“Jimmy Lawerence owes us money, I’ve come to collect.”
“A loan shark? Seriously?”
I shrugged, not taking offense to her pinched expression. We all had to earn a living somehow.
“Well, I hate to disappoint, but there isn’t a Jimmy here.”
Bullshit. I didn’t go to places to waste my time.
Taking a better look at my surroundings, I tried to find some kind of information. Concussion or not, I was really going to need to use my brain.
While the woman went out and asked another question, my eyes were set on a nightstand with a reachable lamp resting on it. Right next to the wooden base was a magazine hanging off the edge.
Sitting up with a groan, I waited for the world to slow down. Once I got my bearings, I reached over and grabbed the magazine. Flipping it over, my lips curled.
“You really thinknowis the time to read?” she asked with a huff in her voice.
Running my thumb across the printed lettering, a smirk formed on my lips. “Frankie Lawerence? Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
The woman suddenly froze up, her eyes widening at my discovery.
Seeing as their last names matched, my kidnapper wasn’t giving me the full truth.
