Page 51 of Blood Spilled
I stand there frozen in place, staring into the deep green eyes of my father. “On his way to kill you.”
Marcus tilts his head to the side. “Is that right? Well, he doesn’t have to go too far, because I’m right here.”
“He doesn’t know that. We made him believe what we wanted him to believe, just how you taught us. Now are you going to tell me where the hell you’ve been this whole time?”
He smiles wide. “I’ve been dead, waiting for the perfect opportunity to rise again. Now seems as good a time as any, wouldn’t you agree? Now how about we go make sure Bobby really isn’t coming back, shall we?”
“What about Leila?”
“I have a feeling we have nothing to worry about with her. From what I could see, she only had three men in the house and one up front, but last time I checked, the third guy was lying tied up in my trunk. We should move these bodies behind the trees. We don’t need her calling her friends.”
I nod and he cuts the ropes off my wrists and as he stares at my blood covered foot. “You might want to get that cleaned up too.”
We hurry up and get the bodies moved, not letting our eyes leave the house. The lights turn on in one of the house's windows and at first, I think someone will see us, but I never see anyone come to the window. A part of me keeps hoping Santiago will, but he never does. We hurry to the car and my father pulls away right as the front door of the house is opening. I watch as one of the guards stares down the wrong road. “I don’t think we should kill him today.”
Marcus stares at me with a curious expression. “And why not?”
“Because he deserves to die a slow death.”
Marcus smiles, speeding faster down the road. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Thirty-three
Santiago
I pass out from the pain. When I wake up my mother is tending to my leg. To my right is a bowl with a pair of tweezers and a gold bullet covered in blood. “Hold still, mijo. I’m almost done. I’d hate for you to be injured before the big show.”
“What big show?” I ask between clenched teeth as she sticks a needle through my skin.
“You know I used to do this for your father, for his smaller injuries.” She shoves the needle back in after pulling the thread through, causing my body to jerk. “I was always so careful too. I always knew one little slip would be a mistake I wouldn’t want to pay for. But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.” She yanks the thread through my skin and laughs. “No, because I hold the control now. Not him. Not you. And soon you will tell me where that money is.”
“Fuck you,” I spit. “You can go fuck yourself with that fucking needle.”
She jabs the needle back through my skin, causing blood to drip down my leg. “I brought you a little present. Courtesy of Robert.” She holds up a clear bag filled with what looks to be bloody toenails.
“Why would I want someone’s bloody nails?”
“Because I know how much you enjoyed having the leftover pieces of your last lover. I thought you may want a bit of this one to hold onto as well. Soon Robert will come back and then the big show will begin. Let's just see how truthful you’ve been and if you really meant it when you said you didn’t fall in love with a monster.”
My heart sinks and I can feel the bile rise up my throat. “You're lying, and I think we both know who the real monsters are.”
She tosses the bag at me. “I have no reason to lie, and you will see that soon.” I stare at it motionless, suddenly struggling to breathe.
It’s happening all over again and this time I won't be able to come back from it.
She finishes stitching my leg and pours clear fluid over it. I groan from the unexpected sting. She stands up and leaves me sitting on the floor while she exits the room, not saying another word. Soon I will make that bitch stop talking for good.
I get to my feet, ignoring the ache in my leg. I slip on a fresh pair of pants that aren’t stained in blood with a hole in them. When I glance out into the hallway, she has disappeared and when I walk back into my room none of my guns are to be found either.
Then I remember I hid a knife under the mattress and waste no time flipping it over, grabbing the weapon that just might be the one that kills my mother. Or maybe I’ll use it to slice her tongue out first. I hide it inside my coat, walking toward her room. It’s empty and so is her office. One of the guards is leaning against the kitchen wall when I walk downstairs, staring at hisphone. “What are you up to over there? Not coming down here to cause any trouble, are you?”
“Hungry,” I mutter under my breath. “I’m allowed to eat, aren’t I? It will be kind of hard for me to talk on an empty stomach.”
He doesn’t say anything else, and his gaze falls back to his phone. I open the fridge and pull out the lunch meat and cheese. I take my time making myself a sandwich as I watch the front door, looking for the other guards. I see someone move across the window and then I see another man enter the living room, collapsing on the couch with a long sigh.
There’s three of them. I stare back at the guard in the kitchen who is now laughing at whatever he’s watching on his phone.
“Where are the rest of your friends?”
