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The world around me turns black and I fade into a bliss of unawareness.
* * *
I come to and try to move only to discover I’m tied to a chair, and that’s when my memories play back like a movie projector.
I take stock of my injuries. Every motherfucking inch of me hurts.
A mercurial smile spreads from one cheek to the other. They made one crucial error when they stripped me down. Morons like my captors should do their research when they take a prisoner, because if they had, they’d know that they left me with one of my favorite weapons.
They took my suit jacket, they took my shoe strings, and my belt, but these dumbasses, they left my tie hanging around my neck in a loose noose.
Only, it won’t be me my necktie chokes, no, it’ll be theirs.
Hearing a whimper from the opposite side of my cell, my head tilts that way as my head swiftly rotates in that direction. And when I take stock of the scene that’s playing out before me—I become enraged.
My vision is lost in a red fog and my hands tighten into fists. As a result, sweat beads on my forehead and trickles down my jaw from the effort of trying to escape my snug bindings.
A growl reverberates from me when I notice the terror in my woman’s eyes.
“Touch her again, and I’ll rip your fingers from your hands one digit at a time,” I threaten the guard who has a hard on for my girl.
He chuckles at me then taunts me, “What are you going to do from your cell, pretty boy? You can’t touch me and you know it. So stop with the theatrics, huh?” Guard one continues antagonizing me.
It’s what guard number two says that has my ire amping up to an all-time high. “You’re going to make us a pretty penny at the auction, sweet thing.”
“I’ll kill you!” I roar, yanking on the chains that have me anchored to the cement block walls. “I’ll kill you, your momma and your daddy, fuckface!”
“Aw, what did my folks ever do to you to warrant such threats?” Guard two inquires.
“They spawned you,” I remark with no shits given.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Guard one murmurs.
“Yeah? What’s that motherfucker?” I grit out the question.
“You’ll be sold in a different sort of auction. Bids are already coming in. Seems you’ve made yourself a list of enemies, Mr. Alvarez.” Mera’s continual whimpering has dreaded goosebumps pebbling my skin.
“If I don’t end you, my brother will,” I inform him, my eyes catching Mera’s. I don’t remove them from her, watching her, silently telling her with my look that neither of us will be sold, Julius and the boys will be coming for us. And if they don’t make it on time, I will fight until my last dying breath to get us out of here.
“Ya think? Him and what army?” I don’t see which one asks this, but it doesn’t matter, because soon, they’ll both be eternally silenced.
“Prepare to meet your makers, boys. Because your days are limited,” I rage, harassing them.
“Is that a threat, Mr. Alvarez?”
“No. It’s a damn promise,” I fastidiously state, staring deeper into Mera’s eyes, giving her an oath, “It’s a fact. We’re going home and you’ll be dead.”
The fuckfaces have the gall to laugh at me. They think they have the upper hand, but they don’t know what I do. By taking me and my Curly Sue, they’ve pissed off my brother, and when he’s salty, people die.
In order to press my point, I begin whistling the theme song toJaws. I may not be a shark, but my teeth are just as sharp and deadly.
“You’re one crazy motherfucker, Alvarez,” one of the shithead guards declares. “Leave her be, Percy. We were ordered not to damage the goods.”
“Percy,” I snort. “Did your parents hate you that much?” My taunting does what I expected it to, it turns his attention to me.
“Watch your words, Alvarez,” he snaps. “I’m not the one that will see the end of his days at the hands of a mad man intent on skinning you alive.”
“Maybe not,” I say, attempting to shrug my shoulders. “But my death will be easier than yours.”
