He makes a tsking sound. “I believe that's the wrong answer my dear,” he looks behind him over his shoulder, “Get them out of the chairs and into the warehouse seems like we need to have more of a little chat.” He grips my chin tighter before releasing. He walks back out while the new person comes back in. along with him comes a couple additional hands.
They weren't risking their leverage, that's for sure. Some would say that I should be afraid and I am but I'm holding out for faith because I know who’s coming for me. Cedric is a little bit limp as they cut through the ropes at his ankles before hoisting him up by the binds of his hands.
The men drag us out into the cold, blistering chilling weather. The sun glaring down at us with extreme brightness. Cedric is still groggy, but my senses come back to me, instead of fear it’s pure rage that courses through my veins.
To say that they’re gentle would be a lie. They drag us, pulling on our arms, their hands digging into our skins, bruising us.
They lead us in tow to a warehouse across the way. You could hear the whipping wind, the waves crashing alongside the cement platform. We’re at the docks, the shipyard that the clubs use.
The hope of people being there at the yard is long gone when there’s not a soul in sight, leaving Cedric and I to prolong, biding our time in the effort for the guys to come find us.
Tavers leads in the front, pulling the door open, almost ripping it off the hinges. The echo of the squeaks resonances through the empty warehouse. The huge garage part is opened, revealing a cloudy sky as open waters come into view as well.
We’re shoved on the ground, landing myself on my ass.
Rough.
Torturous.
They toss Cedric on the ground as he lands beside me, tipping over into my lap. His head landed harder than I expected, I flinched with the impact.
I groan, “You knew all along, didn’t know.”
Tavers doesn’t turn around, “You’re going to have to be more specific, my dear.”
“Cedric.”
“Oh yes, that little lie your boys tried to pass off. Not very convincing,” he taunts.
“Do I even get to know why me?” I am certainly not hoping for an answer.
“Because apparently you grim bitches can’t keep your noses out of things. It seems like once you want something, you’ll keep digging. Your boss has experience,” a booming voice says behind me.
“Frankly, he’s right.” Tavers finally looks at me, “Such a pretty face making a lot of noise.”
The voice behind me answered, “I bet she does.” He comes around the corner with a gun at his side.
“Now Benny, where are your manners?” Tavers says, taunting us even more.
“Hiding behind the temptation to bury someone who grabbed Johnson’s balls.” Benny laughs.
Wouldn’t go near you, even if my life depended on it.
“So what your grand plan is just to murder us? Leaving our bodies here for them to find? Seriously, that's your plan?” I shouldn't play with fire but I have some time to kill and no that was not a pun.
“What are you calling us? Unoriginal? We're not fulfilling your expectations,” Benny says with a sarcastic sadness, “Well too fucking bad. Sometimes the easiest plans may be the obvious ones.”
“Wow, I can really tell who's the brains of the group, the one that got shot in each leg?” I fired back but felt that I would suffer the consequences of that line.
Benny rushes towards me, wrapping his thick hand around my throat and squeezing tightly, cutting off the air from my body. I struggle under his touch being forced to look into his greedy dark eyes. He smells of smoke and cheap booze. The slight snarl of his mouth told me he wasn't too happy with my response.
“I should have given you a second dose. Make you a little less,” he scans my body, “feisty. Was that how you wormed your way into the club? The way that you talk?”
I fought even harder for air but his hand was crushing me. My body is still fighting for the air it needs to breathe. “That's enough Benny. Maybe you should cooperate. We'll leave her body unmarked. They won't have to do a lot of work when they put her in the grave,” Tavers says.
Benny let's go with one final squeeze to show his dominance. Too bad I'm not scared. At least I'm not scared for myself.
“Look, we're decent people if others follow our rules. And your boy there he didn't obviously,” he remarks. “And you just had to go and find him. And what? Offer him some protection? Apparently you don't know your friends too well darling.”
