Chapter 35 Skeletons In The Closet

I am not one for torture; that is Vic s game. If there is one thing that he is feared for, then that is it; he will, without hesitation, cut all your fingers off. The man has no shame when it comes to removing your body parts. Now, believe me, this man is on a greater mission because someone has taken his daughter, which body parts he will take, well that remains to be seen.
All I want is to get my princess home.
Now, Vic does not know how why I am taken this even more personally than I normally would, but I am not telling him while he is removing Nolan s fingers. I might just end up with the same fate. But one thing I can tell for certain is when I find that fucking Karlo, I am removing every single damn thing he uses to give a woman pleasure. The man is scum, and he has only but once proven that again.
So as I watch Vic walk with that godawful plyer, I cannot help but cringe and snap my eyes closed for but one second.
Then…
Ya…he calls for Jax, now Jax is terrified like shit as he moves closer. Yet, as he knows is best for him, he does exactly as Vic tells him. With somewhat of a trembling hand, he grabs hold of Nolan s right hand and pins it firmly in place on the chair. In absolute complete horror, I watch as Vic takes those very same plyers and positing Nolan s pinky between it.
With…one…two…three…
I hear a bone crack, blood is squirting everywhere, and Nolan s voice vibrates through the kitchen into the hallways. And yes, Vic has a fucking smile on his face.
Jax that is now fairly covered in blood, steps away as Nolan s pinky drops to the floor. I watch as the poor man gags, and I swear he is so close to fainting. Ya, as I said, my boys and me, well, we are not into torture. I fucking shoot you…that is it.
But even though this is fun to watch, there is one question that is yet to remain to be answered.
…Trinity POV…
I still wish that someone can tell me what is going on here. Most important of it all, what the fuck has my mother dragged me out in the middle of the night to this asshole? But before we even answer that, "Can you at least give me some fucking clothes to put on."
I watch as he disappears off into the cabin and returns to a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and tosses it in my face. I only but laugh at him, for he is so damn stupid.
"How am I suppose to get this on if you have tied me to a chair?"
I hear him grunt and grind on his teeth as he reluctantly steps forward to come to untie me. All the while, that bitch of a mother of mine is standing and looking on.
But I don t care for her one second anymore. As soon he unties me, I am making my move.
So in one…two…three…
I kick him in the shin and dash for the doorway. I am not even two steps away, and he had his arms around my waist. Pulling me back into the cabin, "Let me go!" My voice vibrates through the cabin as I try to free myself from his grip, yet again, "Let me? go!"
He bursts out in uncontrollable laughter; well, perhaps I can even call it a cackle. But whatever is coming out of that fucking filthy mouth is not human. This man is pure evil, and my mother has delivered me on a silver plate.? Though my battle is not over, I bite into the sensitive parts of the exposed skin on his waist, "Let me go!" I once again plead, but it only falls upon death ears.
Then, much to my disgust, he has his gun firmly pointed at my face as he watches me will I get dressed. There is no getting away from here. I just hope that Colton comes soon.
Though for a very few minutes, I push this thought to the back of my mind, and I stare at the…ugh…I don t even want to call her mom. "What the fuck is going on here?"
I watch as Karlo looks at her and then back to me, "Are you explaining this, or am I doing the pleasure?"
She only but shakes her head, and with one big ass smile on her face, she waves Karlo off, "You can do it."
…Colton POV…
Well, I have just witness Nolan losing another finger. I wish the fuck will tell Vic what he wants to know, for my stomach might not be able to bear it.
So, once again, he moves a step closer with what now is a very sharp hunting knife. I do not know what he is going to do with that, but I do not wish to know. Then Vic starts again, "Where is that asshole keeping my daughter."
I watch as Nolan stumbles over his words as he is clearly in a great deal of pain, "I don t know!? All he said is that we should stay behind as he would be expecting you to show up there."
Vic ignores him completely and steps one terrifying step closer, "Where is my daughter?"
Yet, Nolan has the very same answer, "I do not know!"
Then Vic gets a smirk on his face, more like an evil that has overtaken his body, "Do you know what I am going to do with this?" He waves his knife in front of Nolan s face.
"Please," Nolan begs. "Please, I really do not know where they are."
Vic steps that one more ominous step closer; I can hear his heal clack against the tiles as absolute silence falls over the room.
"I am not asking you again." With complete horror, I watch him pull Nolan by the hair. "If you don t tell me now, then you will never be able to say another word again."
There is the fear of seven horrors that creep into Nolan s eyes. Then, with only but what is a suffocation whimper, he speaks to Vic that has the knife to his cheek now. "All I know is that they have gone to some cabin."
"Where?" Vic growls as he slides his knife down Nolan s cheek.
"I don t know, I promise you. I really do not know."
Vic turns and faces me; well, I know at some point tonight he is still going to kill me because one of my men has betrayed him. Now, of course, his wife did as well, but I am sure at this present time, he is more focused on me.
"Is he telling the truth?" Vic raises but one eyebrow, and he patiently waits for my answer.
"Yes, he is." With that, I see Nolan breathe a sigh of relief, and I, for his damn sake, hope that Vic is done with his torture.
And so begins the search for a cabin.
Now, Alexa would not have driven far, for the woman is as blind as a bat when it comes to driving. So we can safely say that it should sit somewhere on the outer city limits, most possibly close to where Karlo lives. But there is yet another option, and this one involves breaking the law.
So, of course, I am the one that is presenting the options as Vic looks me on, "We can track her car or her cellphone. I think we are going to waste our time trying to look for a damn cabin. Who knows, they might have even moved her."
Then there is where Vic calls for a eureka moment, "Fuck, why did you not suggest it in the first place?"
I look at him, trying my damn best not to laugh, "Hey, you have some scary shit in your hand. I was not going to interfere when you were having fun."
For a rare moment, he laughs, which actually seems genuine, then he carries on, "Do what you have to. I need Trinity back home. I do not care for that, Alexa."
Well, this is that question that I am still waiting for an answer to, "Vic, you know that I cannot do my job if you are not telling me everything that is going on?" I pause for a moment to catch my breath and sigh in relief that he has not fucking punched me. "What is the deal with Alexa taking Trinity to Karlo?"
"You see," he starts off, but I watch him biting back on his words. "You know that Trinity was promised to Karlo."
I only but nod my head. Ya, of course, I damn-well know that. So I let him continue.
"Alexa is not Trinity s mother."
Now slap me fucking silly and call me Susan. My jaw drops as the very words come from his mouth.
Yet, he still has not answered.
"Karlo, well, Alexa is Karlo s mother."
And there it goes again. You can fucking spank me until next fucking Sunday.
But let us recap here, "So Trinity is not Alexa s daughter, but Karlo is her son?"
"Yes," Vic confirms rather embarrassingly. But yet, "I am not understanding this dynamic. I can understand why…wait…" I stop, for then the thought comes to me. "Alexa is the one that is trying to marry Trinity off?"
"Yes," Vic confirms once again.
But ya, if I thought this could not get any crazier, I am sadly mistaken. It seems that the Stones have some rather big skeletons in their closet. And yet again, as before, it pisses me off beyond belief that these people can be so screwed up.
So as I am sitting and taking this in, Vic is not yet done to shock me.
"Alexa and I had an affair while she was married."
I only but nod my head, for yet it does not make sense to me.
"And," he continues, "Her husband was…" he pauses for a few moments, and I do not even let him finish his sentence.
"She was married to Juliano." I am yet again completely shocked but do not understand where all of this fits in. So out of frustration, I stop Vic from speaking again. "Vic, just get out with it."
Ya, fuck.
I have got balls.
But lucky the man ignores my enthusiasm and finishes what he was saying, "Juliano did not die from natural causes, I killed him. He caught me in bed with Alexa, and I fucking blew off his head. So Alexa was playing with me, for it would have started a war."
I stop him for a second, "Well, there is already a goddamn war, but carry on."
"She blackmailed me so that she can get Trinity to be married to her son. So north and south unite. I am destined to get west, and east will eventually become mine. So if I die, Karlo gets everything."
Fuck.
Ya, that is all that I am going to say.
But, one thing…
"Who is Trinity s real mother?"