Chapter 61 Capture To Torture

Well, just when I thought that things could not get any crazier, I seem to have been proven wrong. Now I was fully expecting Vic or Karlo behind this daring chase, yet I am staring in the face of Roman Sloane. I have no beef with this man, so this is coming as quite some surprise, but I am sure that I am going to find out now.
"Now excuse me," I bravely start as the asshole smashes his gun against my temple, making it snap. It for sure has split open my brow, but I am not going to back down now, "Why the fuck are you here?"
He laughs from the bottom of his rumbling chest and only but shakes his head, "For our dear Mafia Queen, of course. Now where the fuck is she?"
"She is not here; she did not come with me."
"Do not take me for a fool Colton; we have been tracking you for days."
I look at him rather annoyed with myself that I did not see this one coming, but how would I have known if I was set to work for the man. Was it all just a front for her to get what he wants? Of course, the one that takes Trinity down gets what is now her turf. That fucking Vic should not have advertised it to the world.
"You know that Karlo will be coming for her too," I remind him with a smirk on my face. "Are you going to take him out too? You know what a mess it will create."
He burst out in a burst of uncontrollable laughter as he waves his hands in the air, "If you have not noticed, it is already a mess. I am merely going to clean it up. Tie the loose ends, so to say."
"Well," the words start to flow without hesitation. "You will have to get over my dead body before you get to Trinity."
"Oh, believe me, I have no problem in arranging that for you."
My mind immediately rushes over back to Trinity. I hope the woman went to the boat as I told her too, but knowing her, she is still standing where I last saw her standing.? I wish she were not so damn stubborn; I cannot protect her if she does not do what I say. If Sloane finds her, then she is going to be dead; this man does not care to hurt a woman, especially if she is who Trinity is.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Ya, I thought I could take a Mafia Queen away from what is her destiny. I am a bodyguard, and that is all that I will ever be, and that is why there is no way that I am letting this asshole getting close to Trinity. He can kill me just as long as I know that she is safe.
And yet I have spoken too soon, for we find ourselves on the way to what I am going to guess is some abandoned place. Sloane has been scouting this area for days; I guess the idea that we were are on some sort of vacation let me let my guard down.
After winding through several empty streets, I find myself for what is about to become my destiny. It is an old abandoned warehouse that is on the far side of the town. I do not think this area sees any people in days.
As they force me out of the SUV, I stumble in what is just mud at my feet. With much force, they drag me to the entrance; the door slowly creaks open, and I can smell something that has been rotten in here for days.
Fuck. I don t even want to think that it is a body.
Just as we step through the door, everything goes black…
I wake up. My head is pounding; it is throbbing like hell. It feels like a freight train has made my head mush. Before I can even think of opening my eyes, there is a blow to my head.
"Goddammit!" My voice echoes to the corners of the room, bouncing back off the walls.
With his next blow, I am out.
Then I wake up again. I shake my head and soon become aware of my surroundings. I have a blindfold on, tied on a bit too tightly. I am either in a very dark room, or it is night, possibly even both. I am tied to what feels like a pole; it is cold and smooth to the touch. My feet are tied to the chair that I am sitting on, which is probably tied to the pole as well.
They have made sure that there is no way that I can move or even attempt to get out. All hopes of breaking loose have just gone out the door. Then there is a door opening, and I can hear someone enter the room. It sounds like it is only one person. The footsteps are heavy; it is definitely a man. He stops in front of me but does not say a word. He is standing close enough to me that I can smell the scent of his spicy cologne.
I cannot see through my blindfold, but I can sense from his movement what he is about to do. He smashes the flat of his hand into my face. My neck snaps to the left.
"Aaahhh," the pain vibrates of my body.
He changes hands and smacks me so hard again that my neck snaps to the right.
"Take this damn thing off my face," I order him. If he is going to beat the crap out of me, then I at least want to see his face.
Sensing that he is dissatisfied with his attack, He jabs me square into my right temple; I can almost feel the skin split as the blood starts flowing down my cheek.
"Let me go!"
His second attempt makes contact with the bridge of my nose; I can taste the blood as it rests on my lips. There is no way I am getting out of this; he is clearly here to destroy me. He has not said a word to me yet. My face is taking a pounding; I have stopped counting where he has ripped my skin open; blood is coming from places I did not even think it is possible to come from. I can smell and taste it.
"You better hope that I don't get loose from here," the threat coming loud and clear through my voice without even trembling. "I am ripping that damn tongue of yours out, seeing that you can't talk."
He punches me right in the guts, "Aaaargh. You asshole. You are going to have to do better than that."
He punches me again but with more force.
His fist snaps my neck, and I am out.
I come to again. My head is pounding worse than it did before. My face is sore from all the cuts on it; the dry blood pulls at my skin. It hurts where he punched me in my guts. My body is taking a beating, and I think this is only the beginning.
What hurts the most is that Trinity must be worried sick by now. I do not know if I am going to make it out of here alive. I promised that I would never leave her.
I am ripped away from my thoughts when I hear the door opening. This time there are two sets of footsteps. Neither one says a thing as they come to a stop in front of me.
"Did you bring a friend?" I ask the man that is still silent. "Are they as mute as you?" With that, he turns around and leaves the room.
Then someone slaps me in my face.
"A girl hits harder than that," I taunt her.
I hear them walk away to the other side of the room; they are whispering. I cannot hear if it is a familiar voice nor what they are saying. The whispering turns into arguing. After quite a bit of time, they walk back to me. The man starts pulling at my blindfold to loosen it. He takes it off. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dark. I stare at the two of them that it is standing in front of me. Everything comes into focus.
"Who are you?"
This is not the familiar face that was at my front door. I have two faces staring back at me, and I have no idea who they are, but I am guessing that they are the ones that get their hands dirty for Sloane; that is too much of a coward to do it himself.
I burst out laughing at the scene that is unfolding in front of me. "You two are the stupidest kidnappers that I have ever seen. Good for you that you found me, as what your dumb asses think you can do to me remains to be seen."
"You are so going to wish you never said that. I will take you apart bit by bit," the man threatens me, but it falls onto death ears; he clearly does not know what he is doing.
"I don't think you know how to torture your own hand," I say as I burst out laughing again.
"What if we just cut yours off," his voice roar through the room as he slightly raises his voice.
"That means you are going to have to untie me," I smile at him, once again proving that he is not very good at what he thinks he is. "You better have to be faster than me then."
"You quite sure of yourself."
"I would not have gotten so far if I was not the best in the business."
"What makes us then?"
"Two random idiots that think they can take me on."
I watch as the man gets slightly annoyed at the whole situation with the other man and me. "I did not think that you were going to be so annoying," he says as he waves his gun in front of me.
"Then why catch my annoying ass in the first place."
"You think we are going to fall for that."
"I don't think I know."
"You seem to forget who is holding the gun."
"Do you really think that dinky toy is going to do anything?" I ask.
When I am in this mindset, nothing seems to scare me. He takes the grip of the gun and smashes it into my left temple, barely missing the corner of my eye. It hurts like a bitch, but I do not flinch or say a word.
"Yes," I start, "You definitely have a dinky toy there. You have more luck breaking that thing than hurting me.
"I say waste his ass," the other man says as he steps two steps closer to me. "His voice is irritating me."