"I'm not putting it on in the parking lot, I'll wait to show you until later. The prospects are just getting the cars and then we are out of here."
"They left you to get the cars? They were told not to leave anyone on their own."
"Calm down, Caveman, I'm here with all the girls, we are safe."
I look at the girls and they are all standing against the wall looking in the direction of the prospects.
Suddenly, a van pulls up beside me, and I step to move out of their way. But they hit me.
"Fuck," I scream.
"What the fuck was that, Lyssa?"
"A truck just hit me. I think my leg is broken." It fucking kills.
"Lyssa, I'm going to ring the fucking prospects and ask them what the fuck they are doing."
The side door of the truck opens. A guy with a black ski mask on steps out.
"Tank, someone's here. They're taking me. Tank, save me."
I can hear him swearing in the background, but I drop my phone into my pocket.
The man grabs me and wraps his hand around my mouth. "You stupid bitch. Did you think you'd be able to get away from the Vasquez’s? And to top it off those stupid bikers don't know anything." He pulls me backwards, and into the van, pushing me to the floor. "Drive! Drive! Drive!"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I kick my leg out and laugh when I hit him and he moans.
He kicks me back, and I scream. He just kicked the bad leg. He starts laughing and so does the driver. "Bitch, you're never going to see those biker bastards again. Our boss has plans for you."
I keep kicking and screaming, hoping Tank is still listening. "When the Rebel Hearts hear about this they are going to hunt you down. You'd better be ready for them." I'm just shouting random shit now. "Where are you taking me?" I'm hoping they are stupid and talk.
"We're going to a warehouse we own on the outskirts of town. My boss has some plans for you and we are going to enjoy the show."
It takes about thirty minutes to reach our destination. When the van stops, they pull me out and drag me into the warehouse. There's an echo, and it's freezing inside. This place hasn't been used for a very long time. When they get into the center of theunit, they throw me to the floor. My leg is killing me, but I'm not going to cry.
"What the fuck do you want?" I scream into the open space.
A man steps out from behind one of the pillars. I know him. He’s next in line to the boss.
"You stole from us, we need a repayment, but now you're bringing too much heat to our family so we need to get rid of you, the question is how, and whether it's a slow and painful death or a quick one. What do you prefer?"
"I don't believe for one minute that you are going to listen to what I want. Just do what you have to do. But the Rebel Hearts will be here soon and they will end you."
He laughs. "They haven't got a clue where you are, so they won't find you for a while and when they do, you’ll be dead, and we will be long gone.”
“I didn’t know I was cleaning money for you, I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“You stole from us. You die. Those are our family's rules.” He walks around me and then throws some rope to two of the goons who brought me here.
“What do you do in this warehouse, it stinks?” I’m hoping Tank is still on my phone and he can hear me. I need to find out where the fuck I am.
“It’s where we kill people who betray us, steal from us or just piss us off.” He laughs and watches as the two guys tie my hands behind my back and my ankles together so that I am kneeling on the ground. My broken leg is killing me and I just want to cry out, but I’m not giving him the pleasure of hearing my pain. I’m sure he thrives on dishing out pain. They are so stupid they still haven’t checked for my phone. If I wasn’t about to die, then I would laugh at this situation.
“So, the question, Lyssa, is how do you want to die? Quick or slow?”
“If I say quick, then I don’t have a chance to change my mind, if I say slow you might keep me here for longer and give myself a better chance of being rescued.” I look at him. I know I’m pissing him off, but I need to stall him as much as I can.
He walks up to, holds his gun at my temple. “You could be gone in two minutes.”
