Page 48 of Hit and Run
“Understood,” he says, slapping me on the back. Bull called for no club party this weekend, which means only some of the cut bunnies are here and no hang arounds. Tink is behind the bar tonight, and that’s where Buster and I choose to sit. She’s pretty good not hounding us about shit like Lolita does. Lolita just likes to know everything all the time.
“Hey, fellas,” Tink greets us. “What can I get ya tonight?”
“I’ll take a beer,” Buster tells her.
“Whiskey neat,” I say. She grabs a beer out of the cooler, opens it, and hands it to Buster. Then she turns to the wall of alcohol with her hands on her hips, searching for something specific. I know when she finds it because she does this little hop like a light bulb flipped on. She grabs the bottle of Gentlemen Jack and grabs a tumbler, filling it about halfway. She hands me the tumbler and leaves the bottle sitting on the counter.
“Let me know if y’all need anything else,” she says.
“Thanks, Tink,” I respond. She gives me a small smile then moves down the bar to Hollywood.
“Think the two of them have something goin’ on,” I ask Buster. He glances their way then back to me.
“Hard to tell.” he shrugs. “She’s pretty friendly with him and Diesel from what I’ve seen.”
“Hey, my brothers,” Raze says walking up to us.
“Hey, man,” I reply. “How’s it goin’?”
“It’s goin’. Tryin’ to get Minx to let me put my baby in her,” he responds. The three of us laugh.
“Give her time. I bet as soon as Cali has the baby, all the girls will get baby fever,” Buster says.
“And then we’ll end up with a clubhouse full of kids.” I snicker. “That’s about the last thing we need right now.”
“No shit,” Raze agrees. He seems to mull over his thoughts of trying to knock Minx up. And now, thanks to these assholes, I have thoughts of Sienna, belly swollen, carrying my child. It hits me right in my heart. I finally found the one woman who I can see myself settling down with, only to have her ripped away from me. I shake the thoughts out of my head and down the last bit of my whiskey. It burns all the way down, and once the burn subsides, I’m left with thoughts of Sienna again. I’m not sure what made me think that drinking whiskey would be a good idea.
30
Sienna
The next day,Scarface’s brother brings me breakfast. This time, he only has a small bottle of water and two pieces of dry toast. This must be one of their tactics to try to break me. The kid doesn’t say anything to me either. I’m sure Scarface reprimanded him for that yesterday. I don’t make a move for the tray until he leaves the room.
Picking a piece of toast up, I take small bites, eating it slowly. After I finish the slice of toast, I take a drink of my water and end up chugging it. With there being nothing in this room and nothing to do to pass the time, I stand from the mattress and move to the window. Not even a nice view. All that’s around are old run-down, abandoned buildings. I’m not sure how long I stand there staring out the window, but I don’t peel my eyes away until Scarface comes into the room.
“Get the fuck away from the window,” he demands. I roll my eyes and stay where I am. He mumbles something in Spanish before he stomps his way over to me. He smacks me across the face so hard, I feel my eye instantly start to swell.
“Let’s go,” he growls out, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of the room. We go down to the main floor, but don’t stop there. There’s a door in the main hallway. We stop in front of it while he pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the door. He nudges me to walk down the stairs ahead of him while he follows on my heels.
Once I get to the bottom, I step to the side to let Scarface pass. As he walks by me, he grabs my arm again. If I ever get out of this, I’m going to have a permanent bruise on my arm. There are five steel doors down here. Scarface walks me down to the second door on the right and pauses.
“What you’re about to see is the last girl who gave me as much attitude as you,” he tells me. Before I can respond, he opens the door. My face screws up in disgust as my nose is assaulted with the nastiest smells. I cover my mouth and nose with my arm and glance around the room. My heart beats so hard it feels like it’s going to come right out of my chest.
There’s a girl hung by the ceiling with chains wrapped around her wrists. She’s completely naked and her skin is different shades of black, purple, and yellow. She has cuts and scars hidden in the bruises. By the way the girl looks and the way it smells in here, I would guess she’s dead. When I least expect it, she attempts to lift her head.
“Please, help me,” she croaks out, barely audible. My breath catches in my throat as I choke back a sob. Scarface brought me down here to scare me into submission. With any other girl, it might work. Call me dumb, but I grit my teeth and hold my head high. They can beat me within an inch of my life, but I’ll never let them win.
“This is where you’re headed if you don’t start acting like a good little whore and do what you’re told,” Scarface says, his face right by my ear. I don’t flinch, staying as still as I possibly can. I don’t want him thinking he can rattle me. He huffs out an angry breath at my lack of response.
“Vamonos, let’s go,” he says. Grabbing my arm, he ushers me back to the stairs. He walks me back to my room and shoves me in. I try to stay on my feet but trip, falling to the floor. When I turn around, he’s already closed the door.
* * *
A month goesby and I’m still in the hell hole. For the first two weeks, they were feeding me twice a day. Then they switched to once a day. The kid let it slip that Torres doesn’t want Scarface beating me like the girl in the basement. I’m sure that won’t last much longer. Scarface has evil in him. I can see it in his eyes every time he comes around. He also eyes me like he wants me for himself.
I scoff— like that would make me submit. If I was his, he would have to kill me before I would submit to him. Torres hasn’t been around in the past few weeks. Apparently, he’s gone further into Mexico. Another piece of information the kid let slip. He’s not built for this life. My guess is Scarface dragged him into it and won’t let him leave.
Scarface barges into the room, phone in his hand. With the lack of food and water I’ve been given, I’ve become extremely weak. They don’t bother locking the door to my room because I have no energy to try to run. I can barely make it to the bathroom on my own.
