“No. Why? Should I have?”
“It’s going around the club that you and Dante got married. Must be nice.”
“Uh, yeah. Ok.” Madison didn’t know where things were going, but she wouldn’t discuss her marriage with anyone. How did they even learn they had gotten married? “Can I get the ultrasound? I need to get back to meet Becky.”
“Randy, show her what she’s won.”
“Won?” She looked between them.
“What if I tell her?”
Something pushed into her low back and she turned to look over her shoulder. She froze. The man towered over her and he had tattoos on his neck and ran up his face. Maybe they went lower, she didn’t want to imagine it. He let her see the gun he pushed into her side. “Mrs. Bianchi, you’ll come with us,” the guy said.
A black SUV pulled up to the curb and they pushed her in.
“Wait, what is this? What do you want? Sabrina what are you doing?”
“They are going to take you for a train ride. A double train and you get to be the engine.”
Madison’s body went cold ,then hot, then cold. She had an idea of what Sabrina had meant. Madison fought against the new guy, but he was too strong for her. She stomped on his instep.
“You’re going to pay for that.” He tightened his grip on her.
She looked up at the shouts calling her name and there was three men in suits headed towards her, but they were too far away. And out jumped some other guys.
The last thing she could see was them pull out guns before she was pushed into the truck and followed by the big tattooed guy. The other door opened, and Randy slid in. Over his shoulder, Sabrina smiled.
“You hate me.” It was a question, but came out like a statement.
“Yes.”
“Were we ever friends?”
“When we were younger, but the friendship ended on my side a long time ago.”
The door closed and then the car sped off. Madison sat there and tried to process her fate.
“I’m going to have fun with you.” The tattooed guy rubbed a hand over her thigh and her skin crawled, and her stomach cramped.
He looked over her head at Randy. “Too bad we can’t keep her. But even used, she will bring in a lot of money.”
Madison’s stomach dropped. This wasn’t just a way to make her miss the fashion show. Sabrina wanted to get rid of her. For good.
She looked at Randy. “Sabrina hates me this much?”
“I bet it’s more than this.”
“Then why was she friends with me?”
“You know how the saying goes. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.”
“Did she ever like me?”
“When you were little girls, you guys were friends, but once you guys hit middle school, it was a competition between the two of you.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Doesn’t matter. But one you were in just the same.”
