Page 90 of Vow of Vengeance
"So you let it happen. Did you participate?"
"Did I pay my own nephew to let me fuck his wife?" Tony laughs so loud I want to gouge out my own eardrums. "No, Evers. I'm not that hard up for pussy. Especially for one that wasn't even that great..." He catches my gaze on him and waits a second before cracking a grin. "I mean, Iimagineit can't be. Not with as many dicks as she's taken. And with your tiny dick... is it like fingering a hollowed out watermelon when you fuck her?"
That gets a laugh out of me, because it's another type of stupid from his usual to try and antagonize the man holding a gun to your head. He's resorted to childish insults, comparing dick sizes to try and get under my skin.
"So, you never fucked my girl, right Tony? I don't have to put a bullet in your cock next, do I?"
"You need me alive." Tony smirks, far too smug for my liking. "If Vin is alive like you seem to think, I'm the only one who can get through to him."
"You're right." I agree, dropping the gun into my lap. I don't move my finger off the trigger, even though he's right. I need him alive. I just don't need him unharmed.
The motel parking lot Tony turns into looks abandoned. The sign isn't lit up, and the old-fashioned letters that are meant to spell out messages are all missing, leaving an empty space beneath the name:The foxhole.
Charming.
He parks the car and rolls his eyes at me when I throw my door open, coming round to greet him with the gun still trained at his head.
"Which one?"
"Who knows?" Tony shrugs. "Could be any of 'em."
"Go in and ask the staff."
"Staff?" Tony laughs. "There's only Russell, and he's..."
He cuts off abruptly and shakes his head. "Never mind. I know how to find out which room."
I follow him to the small shack in the center of the rooms, all of which are connected by a metal awning. There can't be more than twenty rooms in total, and I want so badly to just start beating down the doors. But I can't take the chance of Vin getting away out a window or adjoining room if he hears us coming. And more than that, I can't take the chance of him killing her if he knows I'm coming for her.
A bell chimes overhead as Tony shoves through the door, letting us into a small lobby with plastic chairs and cracked linoleum. There's no one at the desk, so no one stops Tony as he struts behind it, turning into a room that he has to turn sideways to fit into.
I follow him into the space and see the security monitors lit up in a grid on the wall. There are nine of them in total, three rows of three, each one showing a separate image... the parking lot, the hall, the hall on the other side, a pool that looks black, us.
I don't see anyone on any of the monitors, other than the one that shows our own reflection. I watch as Tony fiddles with something on the center screen, and the image begins to shift.
The screen flashes between images of empty rooms that could be stills taken for the travel sites. Except, the photos are all taken from above the bed, in a bird's eye view.
Sick fucking sons of bitches. It's disgusting, not just because I know what they were using this place for. But how manyinnocent couples came to stay here out of desperation and were spied on while some bastard back here beat their dick to it?
As disgusted as I am, it disappears the minute I see the body on the bed, naked and spread-eagled, bound with restraints that must be beneath the mattress. My disgust fades, because suddenly I can't feel anything but fury.
Anger.
Violence.
"Room seventeen," Tony says, squinting at the screen like he's trying to get a better view. I'm about to pistol whip him for that alone when he cocks his head. "Son of a bitch."
"Where are the keys?"
"They've got the key. The room's in use." He gestures to the screen, to...
I rip open the desk drawer and turn it out over the desktop, looking for a set of master keys, a ring that has all of them. There's nothing but photographs, stills from videos, lube and used tissues, candy wrappers...
I turn, scanning the room for the rest of the keys, and find them hanging from small hooks on the wall. My eyes track down the rows, looking for the one with the seventeen attached. There's nothing but an empty space between the key for room sixteen and eighteen.
I spin quickly, cocking the gun again against Tony's skull. "Go get your fucking nephew to open that door."
Tony chuckles softly. "If that really is him in there, he ain't gonna open the door for me."
