Page 40 of Reckless
We get the asshole downstairs to the basement, and I fill up a bucket with ice water. Once I dump it over his head, he jolts awake with a groan.
"This is how this shit will go. You are going to tell me what I want to know. If you do, you'll die quicker, if you choose not to, I'll fuck you up until you do tell me. Then you'll be killed in the most fucked up way we can imagine." I look over at him, and it's the first time I notice how young he looks.
His sandy brown hair covers his forehead and pimples are scattered all over his face. He starts to cry as his fate sets in.
“How old are you kid?”
“Si—sixteen,” he manages to say before starting to cry even harder.
I walk over, gripping his hair and tilting his face up to me. "Why the fuck did you come here?" He just keeps crying, and it's really pissing me off. "Stop fucking crying now, you're pissing me off." I slap him across the face to try and jolt him out of it.
"I don't know anything! We were told to come here, get some girl, and bring her back with us." He looks up at me, and I can tell by his face he's telling me the truth.
“What girl?”
"I don't know her name. They gave us a picture. It's in my pocket." He jerks his right leg, and I bend down to get it out.
It’s a picture that looks like it was taken from outside the property, and it’s of Whip’s old lady, Lucy. “Why did they want her?”
I shove the picture in his face, and he just shakes his head. "I don't know! I wasn't told!" He starts to cry again.
“Who sent you?”
He takes a deep breath. "My father, Jeremiah Evans."
My brain tries to figure out where I’ve heard that name before but I’m coming up empty. “Where are you all staying?”
“I don’t exactly know. I never really left the compound until today, and I’ve been there since I was a kid. The drive took about an hour.”
I decide I have enough information to bring it to Pres and head upstairs.
I run into Brick coming back in from outside. “I need Pres and Whip in the office.”
"I'll grab them." He heads toward the main room. I want to follow him and check on Carly, but I know that this is more important right now. We need to figure out who did this and why.
The door opens, and the two of them come charging in. "Tell me now," Pres says.
“The one downstairs is a damn kid, sixteen.” Their eyes look at me in confusion. “Said he was sent here to find some girl and bring her back with them.” I pull the picture out of my pocket and hand it to Whip.
“What the fuck? What do they want with her?” His voice is deadly as I’m sure he is afraid for Lucy’s safety.
Pres looks over, seeing her picture. “Shit. What else did you get?”
"Said his family sent him, but he didn't know why they wanted her. Orders came from his father, Jeremiah Evans." Their eyes grow wide as I say the name. "I know it sounded familiar, but I couldn't figure out why."
“That’s Lucy’s last name.” Whip looks at Pres. “You don’t think…”
Pres sits down in his chair. “If those crazy fuckers are back, somehow shit just got a lot worse.”
“Wait, back? You mean her crazy family that we ran out of town and dismantled their whole group?” I remember everything that went on with Lucy. We were all worried for her after those psychos took her back.
“Yeah, except I thought they’d be smart enough never to fuck with us again.” Pres covers his face with his hands. “Guess we were really fucking wrong.”
"Well, the kid is downstairs. Whatever you want to do with him is up to you, seems like he doesn't know much though. Said he didn't know where he came from because he's never left, but the drive here took about an hour. I'm gonna try to do some more digging and see what I can find. Let me know if you need anything else." Pres looks up at me. "Sorry about Izzy, we all loved her." His only response is a nod, and I can tell he's barely holding his shit together right now.
I walk down to my room and find Carly on my bed. She's asleep, but she's still sniffing and breathing heavy like she cried herself to sleep.
I place a kiss on her forehead and pull the blanket over her.
Sitting down at the computer, I hope I can find something else that will help us find these assholes.
