Page 82 of We The Depraved
“And me?”
Carla laughs loud and deep and slaps her hands together. “You’re a stupid bitch, I used you for what I could get. I had no idea you were going to fucking kill Anthony, I didn’t ask for that.”
“He was whopping your ass every day of the week, Carla,” I shake my head. “So, what now?”
“Baby mama tells me that you went and got yourself married to a billionaire,” Mateo’s voice cuts through the noise.
Shoot him.
“Oh, I know that look,” Carla’s tongue does a clicking sound.
“What look?” Mateo is distracted by her for just a moment the gun wavers.
“She has a gun, did you check her before she came in?”
I can’t chance it anymore and make my move but before I do, pain pinches itself down my face. Mateo hits me with the gun and all I see is blackness.
Sometime later, I come through and I know I’m in the trunk of a car, speeding down the highway to some unknown destination. Loud music blares into my skull that’s throbbing, and I wonder how much time has passed.
My mouth is taped over, my hands are bound and I’ve been thrown haphazardly onto my side. The unpleasant smell of something rotten surrounds me. I must be in the trunk with a dead body.
A million thoughts run through my mind, and I realize I never saw Carla’s baby.
Where in the fuck was Carla’s baby?
Cold realization moves through my chest that she is probably dead and somewhere behind me in the trunk.
Tears flooded from my eyes as the car slams to a stop, and I hear the car doors to the car open. My ears perks for sounds and then the trunk of the car opens and Mateo looms over me.
“See you’re awake, bitch.”
My eyes are wide, but I search for details, anything to tell me where I am.
Fuck,my mind races…
Niki’s never going to come for me after the theatrics at the ball. Goddam it, Sage why didn’t you keep your ass at the party? You could have been eating shrimp puffs.
The Crip hustles me out of the trunk, and I stumble to my feet nearly hitting the ground. He looks around and there’s no one out. I don’t bother to struggle, I’m in Row 27 territory.
No one is going to fucking help me or care that some rich lady has been kidnapped.
Once I’m inside, they throw me into the nastiest fucking tub I’ve ever seen. Cockroaches skitter by and I want to throw up. Mateo leaves out and Carla comes in looking fucking crazy.
She sits down on the toilet and we stare at each other for a while before she rips the tape off of my mouth.
I don’t scream.
They think this is hell, clearly, they didn’t hear about my childhood.
“Who would have thought,” she bites her lips. “Goddamn, Sage why didn’t you just come with me after you killed Anthony.”
I’m not dumb.
Carla already thought she was getting away with something there was no way in hell she was getting me caught up in a murder trial.
Ignoring her question is easy. “Where is the baby, Carla?”
Her eyes go wide, and she stands and begins to pace. “Mateo put her some where safe. He loves her.”
