Page 41 of War Within
Her mouth fell open. “I-I don't know what you're talking a-about!”
Leaning close to her ear, I growled. “We can do this the easy or hard way. Either way, you will tell me.” I took a step back, lowering my weapon. “We have footage of you with my missing girlfriend.”
Suddenly, a sense of bravery came over her. “That poor excuse for a woman is someone's girlfriend?” Reaching up to my face, she laid her hand on my cheek. “You're too hot for her. Goddamnit, look at you.”
Slapping her hand away, I rested the muzzle of my gun next to her lips. “Why were you crying all alone here? Did your plan not go so well?”
“That's not your business.” The whisper through her tears was barely audible.
“You're coming with me.” I lowered my weapon, grabbing her arm, twisting it behind her back. Sliding the gun back into my waistband, I placed her in front of me, guiding her through the warehouse.
“Will there be nakedness involved?” She snickered nervously. “Will you be rough with me? I’ll let you fuck me right here if you want. You can be my da—”
“You have no idea what I am capable of, and I assure you that you willnotlike it. I suggest you not underestimate me. The second you do, you will regret it for the last seconds you have left to live.”
Opening the door, I shoved her outside, slamming the door behind me. “Whoever is watching us right now, can come get you from me.”
Jerking away, she spun around. “You have no idea what's going on, do you? You’re going to wish you hadn't gotten involved with that girl.”
“You do not want to provoke me.” I clutched her arm once again, squeezing firmly. “You guys got me involved when you took her.”
Emir stepped out of the car, holding his arms out to the side. “What’s going on?!”
“Whatever this is, is just beginning.” I lifted my chin at Emir. “Open the fucking door.”
Emir raced around to the other side of the car, obeying instantly. I shoved her in the back seat, before sitting next to her, slamming the door. Emir hurried back to the driver’s seat, peeling out of the parking lot, and speeding back home.
The ride back to my house was pure torment. The girl whimpered one minute, sniffling. The next, she was cackling, or hitting on me. She offered to give me a blow job. When I turned her down, she cried hysterically.
Emir peeked in the rear view mirror, pulling into the long, winding drive. He came to a stop in front of the guard house, jumping out of the car, then pulling her out, escorting her toward the door. “What in the Harley Quinn was happening back there?” He mumbled.
“Call Vito and Vincent and tell them to meet us here. I’ll take her in the control room.”
“And what about your brothers?
“Luca texted me earlier, letting me know they were handling something with Nick. Leave it be.”
“Yes, sir.”
Emir sped down the hall to his office while I escorted the woman to the room with the evidence. I yanked a chair out from under a desk, pointing. “Sit.”
“Don't want to touch me anymore, huh?” She pinned her lip between her teeth, plopping down onto the chair, eyeing me with seductive, bedroom eyes.
I paced in front of her. “You're lucky I didn't put a bullet in your head back at the warehouse.” Gesturing to the paused footage on the screens, I creased my forehead. “Do you see that feed up there?” I grabbed her wrist, yanking her from the metal chair. “Stand up and look at it!” Gripping her shoulders, I forced her to the turn to the monitors on the wall. “Who are you?” I spun her around, glaring into her now, terrified eyes. “What do you want with her?” Gnawing the inside of my cheek, I waited impatiently for an answer.
“We were hired to take her.” She shrugged, tears flowing down her face. “We did what we were paid to do. It's not like I personally went after her. I don't care who she is. I don't even care who you are unless you want to fuck me, which by the way I am totally down for. Otherwise, I go where the money takes me.”
“Who paid you?” I rolled my eyes, trying my best to suppress the growing rage.
“Honestly?” She shook her head. “I don't know. My boss knew. But he isn’t even the one calling the shots. It’s so messed up. It’s even beyond you from what Idoknow.
“Who the fuck is your boss?!”
Crossing her arms defensively, she shook her head. “Oh, hell no! There’s no way I’m telling you that! He will kill me if I do! You'll have to kill me!”
Drawing my gun, I pointed it at her chest. “That can be arranged.”
“Boss, you need to go look what I found.” Emir’s voice came from the doorway. Sauntering into the room, he appeared regrettable and somber. “Look at security feed panel four, last night on the property at 1:23a.m.
