Thirty-thousand Feet
“Zorah, I asked you a question. Why do you fear Father Giannone?”
“He and my mother abused me my entire life. Everything from putting sewing pins between my toes, to tasing me, to beating me with a flogger and a paddle. My uncle liked to put me over his knee and spank my bare bottom with a paddle. He touched me inappropriately and his abuse is never ending. I cannot go back there.”
The man cleared his throat, “he put you over his knee while you were undressed?”
“Yes. Please. Don’t bring me back to him.”
“He will however regret hurting you. I promise the person I am bringing you to will not let him get away with his abuse. Giannone did not hire me.”
“Then who?”
“Go to sleep Zorah. Sleep off the drugs.” He turned his back to her and moved back to his desk.
The sound of his fingers gliding across a keyboard told her he was using a computer of some kind but as she looked back in his direction, she couldn’t make out the shape of the device. The nurse removed her blood pressure cuff and the clip.
Zorah tried to get the woman to look at her. “Excuse me, nurse?”
The nurse ignored her as she continued to review the medical equipment.
“Miss?” Zorah tried again, “can you help me, please? Can you untie me? I’m begging you. Please. Whatever he is paying you, my husband will pay you infinitely more.”
“Zorah, stop harassing my nurse. She is incredibly devoted and loyal to me. There isn’t anything you can offer which will appeal to her.”
“Why? Did you kidnap her family from her?”
“No. She is my family. My sister actually,” he motioned to the woman to leave. “Go back to your seat in the main cabin. I’ll remain here. If I need you, I’ll call.”
“Thank you,” the woman nodded at him.
“She treats you very formally for someone you call sister.”
“We share a mother, not a father. I only knew of her existence a few years back. I’ve given her a life most would only dream of. In exchange she helps me out from time to time with special projects.”
“How do you share a mother, and you do not know of her existence?”
“My mother left my father for a period of time. My father when they,” he paused, “reconciled, forced my mother to give up the baby she as carrying at the time. I found out when my mother was ill. She asked me to find my sister.”
“Do you and I know each other?”
“No.”
“Are we related somehow?”
“Not in the least.”
“Do you hate my husband?”
“I’ve never met him even a single time. I have no reason to hate him.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
“For a friend.”
“The Walrus?”
“No. My friend will be most displeased to know the oversized oaf made a play for you.”
“Does your friend think I’m going to be his lover too?”
The man made a snort, “too? You haven’t even been in Lucchesi’s bed yet, have you? You’re making him do thirty days of penance for all the pussy he’s been inside.”
“How do you know such intimate details of my life?”
“It is part of the service I provide.” He grunted, “I’m trying to be patient, but you really do talk a lot. Can you please go to sleep so I can do my work? The more you rest the sooner your body will work the drugs out.”
“How am I supposed to sleep when I’ve been drugged, kidnapped, and tied to a bed without the ability to move around freely. For all I know you’ll assault me while I sleep.”
“With a catheter in? I’m kinky but even that is too much for me.”
“Look, what if I promise to go to sleep if you give me some details. Please? I can’t sleep unless you tell me something. My mind is going to all the worst-case scenarios. If I can understand you’re not bringing me to be raped and murdered, I’ll settle down. I promise.”
“What if I am? Then what are you going to do?”
“I’ll scream.”
“Go ahead. You’re thirty-thousand feet in the air and I have two nurses and an anesthesiologist on board. It would take them seconds to knock you out cold. I’d like to deliver you to my friend with the drugs out of your system given how excited he is to get you home.”
“This is bullshit,” she whispered angrily.
“The saintly Zorah Esposito cursing? Interesting.”
“Stop taunting me.” She felt tears edging her eyes and she turned her head away from the man who was not telling her much of anything she wanted to know. She sniffled as she tried her darnedest not to cry but it was futile as the tears began to stream down her cheeks.
Laying there staring into the darkness of the room, she found herself wondering what Icaro was doing. Was he looking for her yet or did they even know she was missing? When he did discover she was missing would he be angry or would he be scared? Somehow, deep down she knew it was a mix of both. If he was awake now, then she could envision him in a rage while worried sick.
The sound of a phone ringing caused her to focus as hard as she could on the conversation the man at the desk was participating in.
“How is she?”
“Awake. Nosy. Argumentative.” Her captor grunted angrily. “I’ve considered bringing doc back here to put another shot into her. I can’t get shit done with her yammering on.”
“Cut her slack, brother. She is likely scared.”
Zorah couldn’t place the voice at all. She wished she knew it, but she didn’t.
“Your text message said she told you Giannone assaulted her?”
“Both Giannone and her mother but it seems the priest likes to put his naked ward over his knee to ogle her ass and spank it.”
“So, my sister was right? His relationship with the girl was inappropriate?”
“Highly inappropriate. Our investigations showed he was stealing the money the Lucchesi family was paying for the bride price but there was nothing to confirm he ever touched her. We knew he was strict, but she flat out begged me not to send her back to him.”
“Lucchesi is already losing his mind looking for her.”
Zorah sniveled with the news and drew a shaky breath. She trusted he’d find her. He had to. Her kidnapper’s next words though made her second guess her confidence.
“Lucchesi can tear the world apart, but he’ll not find her unless we want him to find her.”
“Bring my girl home to me, brother and we’ll deal with Lucchesi and Giannone later. For now, I want to put my eyes on her and make sure she knows she has options far better than being some kind of brainwashed bride to a fucking assassin.”
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