Chapter 36 Tortured Escape

I have come to the final conclusion that the Stones are messed up.
That is whomever one of them a real Stone is; from where I am standing, it might be only Vic, yet he was truly married to Alexa. But she should, in fact, be a Castaneda. And Trinity? Well, I am just about to find out.
So, I am patiently waiting for Vic to tell me who the birth mother of Trinity is. Now is this man comes with something fucking drastic, well, then I can get his own damn detail. It is bad enough that he has lied to me, which has put the very person whom I am supposed to protect in danger. What pisses me off, even more is that the enemy was under the same roof the whole time.
I mean, what the fuck was the thing with her coming onto me? Guess she thought if Vic finds out, then I would be out of the way, and then she can take Trinity freely. Well, guess what. The woman still took her to god knows where.
But ya, I am waiting for Vic to answer.
Now, I am beyond being scared of this man anymore. I do not find his shit scared. He is an over-hungry Boss that thinks he can take what he wants in any way he sees fit. Like he said, he did not want to start a war. Well, the damn man has already started one. It is bad enough that I need to worry about the west coming down on him; now I have to worry about the shit he has caused with the Castaneda s.
One thing that I do not have is patience, and right now, Vic is testing it, so I will repeat myself again, and if he as much as touched a brow on my face, Mason will take his fucking ass out.
"Vic," I look at him rather irritated, "Mason is working on Trinity s location, and as for you, you are keeping me away from helping it." I stop for a brief moment and wait for that hand to come. But inside, he rubs it though is one off-shade silver hair.
"Joelle."
No, I was hoping that he was going to say that it was some stripper whom he had a one-night stand. That I can live with…
But…Ya…Fuck me…
The girl that I am in love with is a fucking wife of DeCarlo, the Mob Boss of the west.
Can this not get any more fucked up than it is? Do I even dare to ask the question?
"So," I start with much patience, "You screw around with Castaneda s wife and create a monster." I pause to get a much-needed breath, for my damn heart is pounding. "Then you screw around with King s wife and have a daughter." I sigh with what is not relief but irritation, "Have you screwed the east as well?
I watch as he turns his face away from me and only but mumbles, "I might have, perhaps, also had a thing with Giselle."
I only but shake my head at him, for at the present moment, I am fairly disgusted, "Is it perhaps or might have."
He looks at me, and for a rather rare moment, I can see the regret, which is truly false, but anyway, he then continues, "I have."
Well, I don t know who is fucking slapping me until Sunday, but this man is a male whore. Yet, I am reserving comments, well that is until the day I tell him about Trinity and me, and then, well, the man can get off by himself. But somehow, ya, I know that is never going to happen.
So, I drag myself away from the man that I have now become known as…rather not say that either.
Then…I join Mason that.
"Anything?"
He looks at me and shakes his head, "Sorry, Colton, but her phone is off; the card might even not be in it anymore."
Okay, that is one setback; he better has a good answer for number two, "And the tracking device in Alexa s car?"
I watch as he bites down on his bottom lip, and I know what he is about to say, "Sorry, they must have ripped the thing out."
"Fuck." I drop my face and pinch hard on the bridge of my nose; I am so goddamn frustrated with this family. But yet, "What else is there?"
"I tried to locate Alexa s phone, but she too is disabled."
Then I turn my attention to Nolan, who is still very much sitting tied to a chair. The poor man is bleeding out, but he is still alive to be useful yet.
So I walk on over him with Mason short on my tail. I watch as an eager Vic joins, for he is ready to make him lose some limbs. Well, this is now my show; Vic has outlived his usefulness.
Ya, I have lost all respect for the man I use to see as an idol.
But what Nolan now sees is a very frustrated bodyguard that is trying to find his detail.
"Okay," I pull a chair closer in front of Nolan and rest my gun on my leg. I can see how he starts to tremble. This man knows what I will do; I will fucking pump so many holes in him that he will drain dead. So with a rather, that I will call, a shit scary-ass grin on my face, I start…
…Trinity POV…
Something really messed up is going on here. My mom is standing next to Karlo, and they seem to be about to break some big news to me. So, I sit here patiently while they have their own teeth parade. I swear when I get loose here, I will kill them both.
But before they can start, this man, which I am assuming works for Karlo, comes running into the cabin. I listen as they speak in hushed voices, then all of a sudden, they are all gone.
Well, that is just fantastic.
Now, what dear Karlo was not, is a boy scout. He has not tightened these ropes tight enough to hold.
So this is my moment.
I am getting the fuck out of here.
One thing that daddy did show me is how to tie and untie real big ass tied knots. Well, this one is not nearly big ass enough; it is going to be far too easy.
While keeping a firm eye on the door, I follow the loops that flow into each other. The rope is not thick, and fairly easy to squeeze my fingers underneath. With each knot that flows into the left, I pull it out to the right. I tuck them one by one, into left, out to the right. Slowly they start to come lose and loser. With one final pull, the complete knot comes apart, and I slip my hands out.
I sit for a few moments and wait for someone to come through the door; then, as I see nobody is about to come in, I start to work on the knots that are keeping my feet to the chair. I give myself a big ass pat on the back as I have myself completely freed from the chair.
But now I must get out of here.
So while keeping an eye on that front door, I scan the inside of the cabin. There is no back door as I expected, but lucky the windows do not have security bars in front of them. I sneak to the first window I can find at the very back of the cabin; well, here is hoping that nobody is standing at the back. Slowly I start to work at one of the windows, but as I pull it open, it starts to make a loud crack.
I stand in complete haunting silence as I wait for someone to rush in from outside. Yet. Nothing. I slowly push myself up and slip my legs one by one out the open window. It is completely pitch dark; there is no way of knowing if there is someone out here until I am on top of them. But after a save few steps, I start to feel that I have made it.
But then…
As I am trying to disappear into the darkness, my foot hooks on something, and I fall flat on my face. I gasp as I swallow my screams and wait for someone to come rip me from the ground. But, still, nothing.
Well, it seems that Karlo is not that clever after all.
Once I feel that it is safe, I slowly start to get off the ground and head straight into the darkness.
I have no fucking idea where I am.
…Colton POV…
This is getting me nowhere.
I have a man in front of me that is just as dumb as his real boss is.
"Nolan," I try to keep my voice calm, for the man has lost his damn tongue, not really his tongue; he just does not want to speak.? So, "I want to know how you keep in touch with Karlo."
He only but shakes his head.
Well…
I lift my gun slowly from where I was holding it firmly on my leg. I pull the clip out and check if it is fully loaded. Now, by now, this man must be shitting himself. So just to make him sweat a little bit longer, I slip one bullet out and shine it on my pants. I can hear his breathing starting to become strained.
Then, once again. "How do you keep in touch with Karlo?" Yes, perhaps this would be an easy answer if we found a phone on this man, yet, we did not.
Still stubborn, no answer.
I slam the clip back into the gun, just for some scary effect. Then, I cock is and watch Nolan s face as I center my finger over the trigger. I watch as he swallows hard but yet…no answer.
Then with a rather wicked smirk on my face, I look at him again, "And?"
One…two…three…
I pump a bullet into his shin.
I nearly fall off the chair, and I burst out in fucking laughter. "Now, are you going to tell me how do you keep in contact with Karlo?"
He looks at me with horror on his face, for he knows that if he tells me now, Karlo will kill him; well, he double-crossed me, might just kill him myself. But ya, the man has grown some balls for her is nodding, "It is in that drawer."