Alex cuts in, but Sam’s eyes never leave mine. "We have a few questions for you. You answer them, and this will go a lot smoother." His voice is bossy and so demanding, making my panties wet. God, I love how bossy he is, but why the fuck am I getting turned on in this situation? Fucking pregnancy hormones.
"What questions can I answer for you, soldier?"
"First off, I'm a Marine, not a Soldier. Second, stop with all of the fucking labels, it's not flattering, and it won’t give you any brownie points." Sam raises his eyebrow as far as he can with the swelling.
"Why did Tyler want Rachel?" Alex barks.
"To pay back Andrew's debt," Sam says with no emotion at all.
"What debt?" Alex shoots back instantly
"Why not ask your little friend in the suit behind you? He might have some answers for you." Sam smirks, trying to divert the conversation.
"Because I am asking you, dumb fuck! If I wanted to ask Alessio, I would have already." Alex shouts.
"He had a debt with the Italians, not sure exactly what he got from them, but I knew that it was either several million in cash or they would take something important to Andrew to clear the debt."
"Something important to Andrew? And you think that was Rachel? The fucker abused Rachel. He tried to trade her repeatedly. You would have been better off giving them your mom instead of her."
Sam tries to break free from the restraints, using all his strength to escape the rope.
"FUCK!" Sam screams.
"Better luck next time, bud," Alex says as he pats Sam's cheek.
"So tell me, what else did you have planned to do with Rachel besides trade her?" Alex goes straight back to the questions. My legs are starting to hurt, so I lean up against the wall, cross my arms over my chest, and watch the exchange continue to go back and forth.
"N-nothing." Sam stutters.
"Bullshit. Were you planning on having your way with my fiancé? Just like your stupid ass brother always did?" I look at Alex. He keeps looking around the room for something. I wonder what he is looking for when he turns to me and smiles sweetly.
"Hey, babe, can you do me a favor? Can you go into the garage and grab my smaller tool bag from the bench, please? I completely forgot to grab it." His smile is oh so sweet, you wouldn't know the rage that is actually brewing in his head right now. I nod and turn around to the stairs, heading to the garage.
When I walk up to the bench, I see the tool bag. I unzip it to see what's inside. Pliers, a flat-head screwdriver, a box cutter, a drill, a hammer, wire cutters, and superglue? I'll have to ask about the superglue; I'm not sure what he uses it for. I zip up the bag and walk back into the house and down the stairs to the basement, bag in hand with a smile on my face. I know that I am about to witness Alex letting everything out to Sam, and I am ready to see all of it.
"Hey, babe, I got your bag," I say, holding up the bag as I walk towards Alex, Oliver, and Alessio, who are all looking at me questioningly.
"What? Did I miss something?" I say with confusion, turning to look behind me to make sure no one has followed me down. The last thing I need is Rachel coming down and watching what is going on, considering she has had enough going on with her anxiety today.
Alex leans down, grabs the bag from my hand, and kisses me. "No, babe, you just look too happy bringing the bag down. I find it amusing because you know what is in the bag. You are too nosy not to look." He winks at me as I turn my gaze because I was caught red-handed snooping.
"Well, since you know that I looked in your bag, can you tell me what the super glue is for?" Alex's smile widens.
"Of course, Azúcar. As soon as Sam misbehaves, I will let you do the honors." My eyes go big at that comment. I have no idea what he does with super glue, but being the one who actually uses it sounds... fun?
I nod my head to Sam, who is just sitting there watching us like he has no care in the world.
Alex sets the bag on the ground and opens it up. As he shuffles through the bag, you can hear his groans of protest until he finds what he is looking for—the flat-head screwdriver. Hmm, interesting first choice, I can give him that. I don’t think Sam will sit still for him to take off his fingernails if that's what he plans to do.
"So, Sam, do you want to tell me the truth about what you and your brothers wanted with Rachel?" As he turns around, I see that the back pocket of his pants has a pair of needle-nose pliers; I'm not sure how I missed those, and also the wire cutters in the other pocket.
"I already told you, man. We were going to give her to the Italians to pay off a debt that Andrew had, so they didn’t come for us." He turns and looks at Alessio, trying to plead with him with his eyes. I turn and look to see Alessio's reaction to the comments Sam is making. Alessio turns and looks at Oliver, and shakes his head. I wonder what the fuck Oliver knows.
Oliver steps forward and grabs Sam by the shirt. His fist pulls back, then slings forward, punching him in the face. The satisfying crunch echoes through the basement. "I think it would be in your best interest to stop lying." He yells in Sam’s face.
"I-I'm not lying. That's what Tyler told us to do. Get Rachel and bring her back to the Italians, that's it, that's all I know." Oliver shakes his head and motions with his hand for Alex to proceed.
Alex stalks forward and goes to grab Sam by a small part of his arm that is not covered in rope, but before Alex’s hand makes contact, Sam turns and swings, catching Alex in the face with a solid hit.
