Chapter 40 The Secret Is Out

What defines fear? The feeling that grips your stomach, suffocates your lungs, and tears your heart will slow agony from your chest.
What is fear for me? The joke that you tell at night around the fire. It brings you only but a sense of what you truly are. You fight, and you fight to the end.
But what is fear when you see it on the faces of the men that you vow to protect? It is a pain that rips your flesh from your body to an agonizingly slow pace.
This is something that you do not foresee. You are trained to always be on alert.
We have been forced to sit down on these cold steel chairs in front of what seems to be some of the most intimidating men that most of us have seen. What do I see them as? They are fools; they have no idea the error they have just brought onto themselves. But the question now remains what do they intend to do? It shall be their downfall even further than what it has become.
And I think that I have yet asked too soon. Now, you are taught that you also do not say a single word when you find yourself captive. But, god, I am even afraid to say that there is a bit of crazy in all these boys. Mason that has been through this before, knows that only one thing is going to happen. He was the very man that had to bear witness to this the last fateful time that this had happened to him and me.
It has now been ten minutes since we have been taken captive by a completely new danger. They have not yet made their move that we are anticipating. From what I can hear from their whispers, they have no idea what to do with us either. Well, they are as dumb as you come.
But I have spoken yet too soon. For next I have Angelo in front of me again, and the men seem to have a complete new determination. I see as his eyes are flooded with what seems like a rapid burning fire.
Ya, fuck…we are in for a treat.
This man enjoys playing with his prey and god, let me tell you does he play with it. Leave yourself in a room with this man for but a few minutes and you shall crawl your way out by your nails. Vic, who has not said a single word either, holds nothing to this man.
Now the short of the long here is, Angelo Jackson is this side of the click s most feared arms dealer. He has been for years trying to stick his fingers into Vic s pie and guess what, he has just gotten the opportunity.
The question here begs, does Angelo find himself here by coincidence? Somehow I do not think so. But what he says next does confirm my very suspicion,
"Where is Trinity."
Well, you got to fucking slap me for I don t think I heard this one quite correctly. So with one very confused look and a very quick observation to the other end, I return the very same to him, "Why don t you ask that fuck over on the left where she is."
My heart drops in my shoes and terror creep to an agonizingly slow pace up my spine, turning my entire body into ice.
Where the fuck is my princess?
It seems that Angelo managed to move in on Karlo s own little operation he had and he too, is now demanding what is his. Now do I even want to ask where Angelo plays in this picture, for I know, Vic has probably fucking slept with the wrong person and now Trinity has been promised to him too.
The poor girl does not know from which side she is being pulled to. There is now practically a line of men that are standing in a row waiting for her to marry.
Well, guess what? I am one of those hopeful assholes too.
But ya, push that shit behind.
If Karlo does not have Trinity and I do not have Trinity and Angelo is looking for Trinity…where the fuck is Trinity?
So not even worrying if Angelo is going to pop my head, I turn to where Karlo is sitting. If this was not my princess that was gone, then I would have thought for this to be fucking hilarious.
And as I begin to speak, Angelo rather surprisingly lets me carry on, "What have you done with Trinity you goddamn idiot?" I only see as he but shrugs his shoulders. He can thank his ass that I am tied to this chair. So I repeat myself once again. "What have you done to Trinity Karlo?"
I watch as Angelo, who has probably not had his own luck either, show for Karlo to carry on. Well, with what he says next, I do not know if I should be frightened or should I be impressed, "She escaped."
Next to me a very amused Vic burst out laughing and I almost witness as Angelo knocks him out with the grip of his Rugger. "How did a woman escape your capture?" Vic raises his voice but a pitch higher, the anger on his face is growing at the knowledge that his little princess is stuck out there somewhere.
So there is this big question, well perhaps two.
Why is Angelo after Trinity?
And are we going to go look for her?
Now, do I even dare say that it has been another twenty minutes since we have found ourselves tied to these chairs? Twenty minutes that we know now, more than ever, Trinity does not have. Yes beyond this you will find the outer city limits, but that is where you find all the things that you do not wish to dream of in nightmares.
Has this now become an effort where three sides, all of whom desperately want Trinity, are all going to come together as one and find the woman that I love? Then after that, we shall carry on hating each other all over again?
This is fast going to get out of control and become reckless, or shout I rather say ruthless for Angelo is showing no sign of wanting to help as one to look for Trinity. He has, in fact, gathered a group of his men that will be heading out to roam the woods in the effort to find the golden prize.
It is now half an hour since we have been tied to these godforsaken chairs. Angelo has had a few calls in from his men, and it still seems that they are coming up empty-handed. Now, just as I think that things cannot get any worse than we are already finding it. I watch in horror as Angelo grabs Mason up by the shoulders just as his monkey unties Mason s hands.
I watch as he forces him to get down on his knees, and with a brief glance at me he demands from Mason, "Where is Trinity?"
Angelo waits for but five seconds and smashes the grip of his gun into Mason s forehead. You find the incredible urge to cover your ears and close your eyes as you know that he is about to get tortured. But we cannot show weakness. No matter what move you make, weakness cannot be one of them.
So as expect. Angelo raises his voice a pitch too high. Clear words are spoken. "You are going to tell me where she is." There is absolute silence. Yet more words are spoken. "Do you want to die today? Tell me where she is." Angelo has two changes of making Mason speak, shit to nothing. But does he care? No. Mason shall pay for his silence. He shall not take me as he wants me to see Mason suffer.
Then. BANG.
There is an echo of a gunshot that echoes through the woods. Terror sets in. Jax looks at me. I only but close my eyes for one brief second. This is not happening. But as I open my eyes I see Mason rise from the ground.
As I play the echo of the gunshot through my head, I know that there is nothing that I can do to shave Mason from this torture. But then Angelo speaks again. "Next time I shoot, it is for real. Tell me where she is."
The repetition of his words is now starting to annoy me. Yet he is not done. I watch as he slips a hunting knife from the back of his pants and starts swaying it in front of Mason s face. "You will speak today."
It is fifty minutes since we have been taken captive by Angelo Jackson. The reality has set in. The fuck has now cut Mason. I can hear a slight hitch in Mason s voice and yet Angelo pushes forward, with one loud thud, more like a snap, he once again fires, this time though he does shot Mason.
Mason whimpers in agony, and that is it for me. This fuck is going to pay. But first, my words are clear to him. "Leave Mason and fucking beat on someone your own size." There is a godawful smile that appears on Angelo s face as he shows for his monkey to tie Mason back to his chair.
He slides his way through the mud and comes to still in front of me. While he shows for them to untie me, there is one huge smile that grows on the asshole's face, "Well, look what we have here. The little princess lover."
And ya, I fucking die right there even before Angelo gets his turn.
My head snaps to the Vic and I can see there is only, and I mean only, red hot fucking anger growing on his face. He clears his throat rather loudly as he is trying to find his voice under his growing temper. "You said what?"
Angelo bursts out in a fit of godawful laughter as he stares at the confusion in Viv s eyes, "Oh," he starts with one disgusting smile on his face. "You little bodyguard here has been fucking your daughter."
Ya, let me say that once again…I am fucking dead.
But how does this prick know?
And then that is when it occurs to me…Where the fuck is Alexa?
Did she truly betray her own son? I will not put this past her for the Stone s are now officially the world s most messed-up family. But it is that messed up Vic that is going to kill me.
I think I am by now goddamn terrified in counting, but we have wasted yet another hour that we could have been out there looking for Trinity. If Vic has his way though, he would have me kept tied to the chair and do some of his own torturing. I think I can safely say that if we all find ourselves out of this alive, that I am definitely fired.
And then it begins once again…the goddam man is stuck on a record player. "Where is Trinity?"
Well, I am not Mason, "If I knew, do your think I would be sitting here?"
Then the damn asshole just has to say it, "Yes, you would be out somewhere screwing the boss s daughter."
I only but grind my teeth at him, "Well I guess that we are going to sit here the whole day then because I do not know where Trinity is and if I did, well do you really think that I would tell you?"
In less than what is an inch of a second, I underestimate the determination of this ruthless monster.
There is one loud bang.
There is a snap as the bullet pierces my skin.
I crash to the floor, yet I do not say a word.
And this only fuels for what he has planned for me, "This is the last time that I am asking Cruz."
With mock in my eyes, I only laugh at him, "Then you can t count."
Ya, I should really know when to shut the fuck up.
Without even showing hesitation, not an inch of a reaction on his face, a bullet erupts from the Ruger s chamber and slams into my thigh with perfect precision.
That. Fucking. Hurt.
Then just as he wants to start his rant again, I see someone stepping behind him from the woods.
"Leave him alone."