“Believe me, we know what he did and he will pay for it. Your part wasn’t clear but now we know you’re the one who arranged for Carmella and Salvatore to talk to him. It means you’re guilty by association.”
His eyes went arctic as he glared at her.
“Hear me and understand what I’m telling you. Anything they do to my woman and my son will be done to you. The difference is though, it will be done times three. Do you know what that means? It means your torture will be three times worse than what they suffered, and believe me, I will keep you alive throughout. You will know pain and suffering that you can’t even imagine. The only thing that might persuade me to be merciful is if you tell me what I want to know.”
Both bitches were frozen in fear. The fear was something they could work with.
“That’s impossible. How? How do you know about us?” Lucia whispered.
Malone shrugged negligently. “Not impossible at all. Not for someone like me. My organisation has a worldwide reach, your people should have remembered that before taking what belongs to me.”
Lucky watched them from the corners of his eyes, not looking at either of them directly in case he lost his temper.
“So, what is it going to be? Are you going to help me or not?”
The bitch glanced over her shoulder at the one in the cell. They looked at each other wordlessly for several seconds before she nodded, huffed out a breath and shook her hair back with an angry flip.
“Fine, we’ll tell you what we know but we want assurances. We’ll cooperate if you help us to get away, help us to disappear.”
Beside him Dive gave a soft pissed off growl and Lucky silently agreed with his sentiment. He felt the same but didn’t show it outwardly.
“Hmmm. Let me get this straight. You want us to help you disappear, even though you’re deeply involved in the kidnapping of my family.” Malone watched her with his head tilted slightly to the side.
It gave the impression he was confused by her request. Lucky knew he wasn’t, he was playing her at her own game.
She sighed and her shoulders dropped in a show of resignation.
“You don’t understand, they’ll kill us if we talk. Carmella does not forgive and Pablo, well, he likes playing with knives with those who cross them.”
She paused, licking her lips nervously.
“Help us and we’ll help you.”
Asa stared at her then slowly nodded. “You give me credible information and I will see to it that you leave here alive and disappear.”
The bitches didn’t take note that he said they would leave alive only to disappear.
It was the one in the cell, Maria, who gave them the information.
“The only person Pablo gives a damn about is his son, Joaquin. And he’s missing. Carmella told him the bikers kidnapped him. What he doesn’t know is that she’s the one who took him. I know where she’s keeping him. I can give you Joaquin. You can use him to get your woman and child back.” She stopped talking and waited for their reactions.
The bitch at the table snapped angrily. “Tell him everything, Maria.”
Maria didn’t look like she wanted to talk but in the end she did.
“I’ll draw you a map of where he’s being held. I swear he’s the leverage you need to make Pablo do what you want. He’s a monster but he loves his son. Carmella hates the kid because he despises her and shows no fear. But the biggest reason is that Carlos is going to train him to be his heir. She hates her father for choosing the boy over her.”
Maria glanced at Lucky then back at Asa.
“Do we have a deal? I give you Joaquin’s location and where we think they took your woman and child and you help us to get away.”
Lucky was pissed as hell and had to get out of there. They could have had this information sooner, but the bitches kept it to themselves, only using it now as a bargaining tool.
Bargaining for their lives with the lives of two innocents.
Turning he opened the door and left. He stormed down the passage, his destination his president’s office.
He couldn’t see them taking Pablo Mendez’s son, it’s not something the club was into. What they could do was free him and send him home.