Page 14 of Vanished in Vegas

“Watch your words about her. Boss will kill you if you call her outside her name,” the familiar guy growled. “Understood?”

“Understood,” they all responded, getting into the vehicle.

The familiar guy sat up front in the passenger seat. The guy who held the sign got in the driver’s seat. The other two goons sat on both sides of me. With their large bodies, the car felt like a sardine can.

I kept my mouth shut as our journey to my uncle’s house began. They small-talked amongst themselves. Mostly about sports but then their conversation piqued my interest.

“Miami was such a shit show,” the familiar guy muttered.

“That’s what happens at weddings. They’re all shit shows,” the guy to my right laughed.

Miami? Wedding?

“You’ve been bitching about that trip for the past three days,” the guy to my left shook his head and chuckled. “So the place got shot up a bit. At least you had some excitement. Hell. We were stuck back here dealing with–”

The guy glanced at me then looked forward again.

“We were all business back here,” he finished his sentence.

“So yourbosswent to Miami at a wedding recently?” I asked, sitting up in my seat. The guy in the passenger seat tensed. He looked back at me.

My uncle rarely left Vegas. When he did, it was to go to Jersey or Italy. Places with family connections. Miami didn’t have any family connections. Not even a second cousin. There was no way in hell my uncle would go to Miami for a wedding.And quite the coincidence that this wedding also got shot up.

The boss they were talking about wasn’t my uncle. But who the hell was their boss and what did he want with me?

“How was your flight?” the familiar guy asked, ignoring my question.

“Cut the shit. Where are my uncle’s men?” My eyes narrowed in on him. He smirked slightly then chuckled.

“Just sit back and enjoy the ride.” He faced forward.

“Don’t think so,” I shook my head. “Sorry, fellas.” I grinned at the two guys sitting beside me. They both looked at me confused.

At the top of my lungs, I screamed. The driver swerved off the road, nearly crashing into a semi-truck. He quickly gained control of the car. The familiar guy turned in his chair. His eyes were like lasers on me. Meanwhile, the two in the back with me grimaced and covered their ears.

“Stop screaming or we’ll shut you up!” the familiar guy shouted over my screaming.

I shook my head and screamed more.

“Shut her up!” the guy yelled.

“How? We can’t hurt her!” the guy to my right shouted.

“Cover her mouth!” the familiar guy ordered.

The two in the back grabbed me. I kicked and screamed more. My legs flailed between the two front seats. Both the driver and the passenger dodged my incoming kicks. The car swerved off the road and the driver slammed the brakes.

My body flew forward towards the dash. A large hand clapped over my mouth while two hands grabbed my arms. The familiar guy wrapped an arm firmly around my ankles.

“We were trying to be nice,” he frowned.

“You’re kidnapping me!” I screamed against the hand pressed against my mouth.

“Monty, get going. Don’t stop again,” he growled at the driver, who nodded then pulled back onto the road.

For the rest of the drive, they kept me bound with their hands and arms. No one spoke. Not even the radio was on. The only sounds were that of the city: car horns, emergency vehicle’s sirens, and screeching brakes.

“Thank, fuck,” the guy to my left muttered when we pulled into a driveway. There was a large black iron gate blocking the driveway. It slowly opened as we approached it.

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