Where the fuck are we? How did we get here?
That's when the memory of the warehouse rushes into my brain. We are bait... for Julia. I hope she doesn't fall for it. I hope that she can see through this bullshit and doesn't do anything rash.
Fuck Luca better have her.
When I finally get myself calmed down about Julia possibly coming after me, the hot, burning rage starts to settle in.
De Luca. This mother fucker took me and my fucking brother to lure our girl in. It's fucking bullshit. I pull at my wrist again, the handcuffs biting into my wrists, until I feel the drip of blood slide down my hand. I look at Mikey and see a chain wrapped around his waist, down his legs, and around the chair, securing him to it with no wiggle room. I look down at myself and see myself similarly bound.
Guess the mother fucker doesn't want me to kick the shit out of him. Out of all the things De Luca is, dumb is not one of them.
I start looking around the room to assess the bullshit we are in. It's a concrete room, and a metal table is next to us, with restraints on it. Then again, the far wall is lined with cabinets. There are chains, some with meat hooks, some without, hanging from the ceiling. There is a drain in the center of the room as well.
This is the kind of room that you see in horror movies where the serial killer will cut off a single piece of your body and watch to see how long you drain out. I want to hang fucking De Luca from these damn meat hooks and watch him drain.
I hear a groan from Mikey, and my attention shifts to him.
"Holy fuck." He groans, blinking his eyes several times to get them to focus.
"Yeah, kinda the same reaction I had," I mumble. He looks at me, and his eyes go big when he sees all the chains wrapped around me.
"I'm good. Don't pull your wrists; they are handcuffs, and they are tight." I try to move my arms to show him mine that are still dripping blood.
I watch Mikey as he takes in the room; the only difference is that his face is full of horror at everything he notices, whereas mine is still filled with rage.
"Do you remember anything?" he asks me.
"I remember everything up to you getting hit. Once you got hit and fell, I went to fuck up the guy who hit you with a fucking lead pipe, and I got hit also. Too bad it wasn't Mrs. Scarlet from Clue, at least she would have been hot." Mikey rolls his eyes at me, and I try to shrug.
"Okay, so we are in a fucking torture dungeon, with no clue about anything."
"Yup, basically."
"Dude, I'm so sorry, I should never have brought you with me. This should just be me here, not both of us."
"Mikey, shut the fuck up!" I yell at him, I can't handle this shit.
"I love you, dude, and I am glad I am here, and you aren't doing this alone. But stop with the pity party, and let's figure out a plan to get out of this shit hole."
Mikey nods, and then a loud ass squeak comes from the door behind me. That's fucking uncomfortable being back to the door. Mikey's face turns to rage.
"Well, isn't this just something?" De Luca's voice booms through the room.
I roll my eyes, and Mikey growls. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Well, Michael, you already know that answer. I want my daughter." He pulls up a chair that I didn't see sitting next to the wall, and straddles it, staring at the blank wall across from him.
"You see. When you told me that my daughter ran, I believed you at first. It's absolutely something Julia would do... but then I got thinking, and the way she looks at you two... She wouldn't have left you behind." He rubs his chin like he is thinking, then turns to look at me.
"And what an honor it is to have Mr. Malachi Monroe here, also. It is truly an honor to meet the man who, as a child, killed my second in command with his bare knuckles. Such a big task for a young man."
"I can show you how it was done if you want a replay," I growl.
"Oh, I am sure you could. But for right now, I would like to just talk."
"I got nothing to say to you," I say. "You can go fuck yourself with a fucking cactus dildo."
"Such a mouth on you. At least your brother knows when to shut up... sometimes."
