Chapter Eleven
Jane came to with agasp as cold water was thrown on her.It took her completely by surprise, as she looked straight into the eyes of a man she didn’t know.
She didn’t exactly look at the man she had killed all those months ago, but she had a feeling this was his father.Vincent Morello.He was old, late fifties, early sixties, maybe.Thick grey hair, and he looked so pissed as he stared back at her.
She attempted to assess her surroundings.It looked like they were in a warehouse.There were large windows at the top of some tall walls, and the space had what appeared to be a concrete floor.It had to be an abandoned warehouse.It certainly wasn’t a basement.
“Go ahead, scream.No one will hear you for miles,” he said.
There were a couple of men in the warehouse with them.
“I’m not much of a screamer,” she said.
Even when she was younger and getting beaten or punished, she rarely screamed.There was no point in doing something that never helped.Usually, screams just angered people.If people got angry, that tended to mean shit was about to get a whole lot worse.
“Don’t worry, by the end of tonight, you’re going to learn how to scream,” he said.
Her hands were tied above her head, but her feet were on the ground.Jane looked up, and she saw that if he wanted to, he could pull her up without her having any balance at all.This was bullshit.
Fuck.This was not good.Her head hurt from being punched, and it had knocked her out cold.
“Alexey is going to kill you,” she said.
“Alexey should have taken my deal.No one kills my boy and gets away with it.”
Jane looked at Vincent Morello, and he didn’t scare her.She knew Alexey was going to come.She needed to keep Morello talking.
“Did you order the hit on Alexey?”she asked.“Is that why you’re so angry?Because he failed?”
She had no idea what she was talking about.Over the months, she heard random snippets of conversation.The general gist of those were that Frank Morello hadn’t acted on the instructions of his father.The Morello mafia was held by some kind of rule book or code, which meant even though Vincent was the head of the mafia, he still needed to take it to the rest of the mafia, his capos, to make all decisions.They followed their own code.
No one had signed off on Alexey’s death.Frank should not have attacked him that night.
None of this made sense to Jane.If you were enemies, you didn’t follow a code, you attacked until one of you won.She didn’t understand Bratva and mafia politics.Right now, she only hoped this could buy Alexey some time to get to her.Especially as Vincent moved toward a small table and opened a cloth to reveal a shit ton of torture toys, and she was not looking forward to playing with him, or the toys.This was not good.
“You ran my boy down in cold blood,” Vincent said.“Frank was a good boy.”
He picked up a small knife, which looked like one she’d seen in horror movies when evil people wanted to play doctor.She tried not to panic.She had no way of knowing if she was pregnant.Vincent advanced toward her.
There was no way she was going to wear this dress to her wedding.It had to be cursed, and Alexey was not going to see her in her dress until the big day.Jane couldn’t believe she was thinking about this now.This was crazy.
