“I checked out her place, and she grabbed her things and took off.”
“Fuck!”
“Would you have any idea where she would go?”Dutch asked.
“No.I do know she’s always lived in town,” Mark said.
“How about a family and friends?”
“I never heard about a friend, and all I heard was she had a mother, but one day the bitch wrote her a note and took off with a guy before Naya woke up.”
“That fucking cunt didn’t even have the decency to talk with her daughter face to face?”
“Nope.And frankly, Naya is not a woman who should be on her own.She’s too naïve and gentle.She doesn’t know anything about surviving in the real world.I’m shocked she lasted as long as she did, working two jobs.”
“I agree.I’ll check with her other job.”
“Get back to me if you find out anything,” Mark said.
“I will.”Dutch got back on his bike and drove to the bar.He cursed several times when he found the door locked, but what did he expect?It was Sunday, and the place wasn’t open.He couldn’t remember the manager’s name, so he had to wait until tomorrow to get answers.
Dutch drove to the warehouse where they were holding Wyatt.He was in the mood to break some bones and hear the man scream.It was the only thing he could think of that would make him feel better.
A garage door opened when he pulled up.He was pleased his men were on watch because you never knew when something would happen.
“Hey, Boss,” Demo said.
“Hey.Have you had any problems here?”
“No.The prick keeps crying, but we’re enjoying that.”
Dutch snorted and headed toward the part of the warehouse they used to hold people.
He used a code that opened the disguised panel.His man Goose had come up with the idea, and Dutch was thrilled with it.Goose had even made the room soundproof and bulletproof.
Tank turned in his chair.“Yo, Boss.”
Dutch tipped his head to the two guys in the room before concentrating on the bruised man hanging from the ceiling.Wyatt’s head dangled down, and Dutch realized the man was conscious when he made sounds.
“He’s been crying like a fucking baby since we brought him here,” Hype said as he cleaned his nails with the sharp knife he always carried.
Dutch grabbed a chunk of Wyatt’s hair and lifted his head.The man’s eyes were glassy with fatigue and pain.
“Please,” Wyatt pleaded.
Dutch snorted.“You really think you’re going to leave here alive?”
“Oh, God, please.I wasn’t going to hurt her.”
Dutch gritted his teeth before slamming his fist into the man’s stomach.He grinned when the man groaned.
“You’re pathetic.Of course, you were going to hurt her.”Dutch dropped the guy’s head and walked over to the table against the wall, which held all sorts of tools.He picked up a pair of large pliers before returning to the man.He grabbed onto one of his fingers and squeezed.He was pleased when he heard it snap and Wyatt scream.
Dutch would have thought his hands would have been numb by now since they were tied up above his head and had been for several hours.
Dutch continued until all but four of his fingers were broken.He stopped when the man passed out.It was no fun torturing someone when they couldn’t feel it, and Dutch didn’t hear the cries of pain.
This continued for several hours.They would stop to have a beer, eat, and wait for Wyatt to wake up and start again.At one point, Dutch knew the man was close to death and decided he would slit the guy’s throat.But before that, he wanted to give him a little of the attention the bastard had wanted to give Naya.
