Chapter Six
Mia
“No, please no!”I scream. I try to rush into the room as if that will help but someone grabs me.
I look around to see Antonio, one of Hector’s thugs.
I hate him as much as I do Hector. He always does something to hurt me. They haven’t had cause to come here in months.
Why are they here now?
There’s four of them in the room along with Hector and Antonio.
Hector pulls the trigger back on the gun he’s pointing at Dad and smiles wide at me.
“Please no,” I wail.
Fucking hell.Both Dad and Beth are crying.
“No?” Hector screams back at me. He rushes forward and gets right up in my face. Antonio tightens his grip around my body and I can barely breathe.
I feel like I’m going to faint, he’s squeezing so tight.
I scream out from the pain.
“Yes, bitch scream. That’s what you’ll be doing all day when all of us take a turn to fuck you.” Hector laughs in my face and the others join in.
Tears roll down my cheeks too. I could actually imagine that happening to me. I would just die. Then again I’m sure they would kill me after they’d finished with me.
What the hell happened?
Why are they here?
And, what the fuck pissed them off like this?
I need to be calm. I need to be calm. It’s only by being calm that I can talk to this guy. He doesn’t like anyone thinking they have the upper hand on him.
Even if you do something simple like answer in the wrong tone he’ll snap. I learned that the hard way a few months back when he answered me with a punch to my face.
“What happened?” I ask.
“What happened, chica?” He snarls. Hector has a tattoo of a snake going down the side of his face. It runs from the corner of his eye down to the edge of his jaw. It moves when he shouts, contorting with fangs when he yells. I’m sure it was done like that on purpose, to make him look more nightmarish.
All of them look like that, and I just want them gone from my house.
“I don’t know what happened.” I catch my breath and try to stay calm.
“Okay, Princesca, I’ll tell you. Your fucking father dearest owes me money.”
My gaze snaps to Dad. That’s impossible, we’ve been paying. I’ve been giving him the money to make the payments. I know the payments have been made, so this must be some mistake.
The look on his face though suggests otherwise. We had the money, where would it have gone?
What happened to it?
What could have happened to it?
Dad looks down, his gaze falls to the hardwood floor and he puts an arm around Beth. I know in that moment what happened to the money. One word… one name.