Deep voice spoke again. “No shit. Huh. Well maybe I’ll take little sister for a round when they’re done with her. She’s got some ass to grab.” He laughed obnoxiously loud, and I was ready to put a dagger to his throat. Better keep his fucking hands off her!
I heard some muffled sounds then Sophie’s soft voice. “Marco, you okay?”
He muffled a sound, likely had his mouth gagged.
There was silence for the remainder of the drive.
After some time, there were muffled voices, the car stopping and turning off, then car doors opening and closing.
We stayed back a few miles, but came up on the warehouse they had stopped at. I made sure to get my men in place immediately so when things moved, we could go without any hesitation.
Once we got into place, I went back to the audio. I had been half listening while they moved Sophie and Marco around.
Deep voice dragged a chair, very slowly, screeching loudly across the floor.
“So little bitch. Got anything useful to share with us?”
Shit! Would she tell them anything about me and my men? She was observant. She could tell them about some information. I waited, holding my breath.
In a soft, calm voice, she asked “What kind of information are you asking for?”
I could hear how smug the man with the deep voice was. “What kind have you got to offer?”
I hold my breath, my body rigid. Is she going to tell them something that would make me have to kill her?
“What can you tell me about Dominic Gutierrez and his clan?”
“Second biggest clan. He’s an up and coming, second only to Maximo Ruiz.”
The man snorted. “I know that shit. What else?”
He’s American Italian?”
“I know that too, you stupid bitch! Give me something I don’t know.”
“Hmmmm. He hates granola bars.”
Slap.
“You fuckin’ bitch!”
“Diesel, knock it the fuck off! If she’s Sanchez’s daughter and you manhandle her, he’s gonna send his fuckin’ goons on us. And you know damned well they’re crazier than a shit storm.”
The deep voice man, apparently named Diesel, muttered cuss words under his breath. I heard chairs screeching on the floor, stomping feet heading away, and then a slamming door.
Marco spoke up softly, “You okay, Sophie?”
The motherfucker!
“Fine. Nothing I haven’t experienced before.”
What. The. Fuck?
Marco’s voice took on an edge to it. “What do you mean?”
“My father used to slap me around until I was fourteen years old.” I was livid. That motherfucker! “He stopped only because I hit puberty and I think it weirded him out. Funny, because he still slapped my mother around. Go figure.” Her voice was again matter-of-fact. “Besides, Serena kept up after my father stopped. She was more ruthless than he was. Never turn your back on a girl, Marco. They can be scarier than any man.”
Marco’s voice came out tight. “Why didn’t you tell them anything about Dom?”
