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Genni
The mafia goons who took us were scary, but I gave them credit. Even with all the threats, they hadn’t hurt us beyond a couple of bruises so far. Those were acquired more from our struggle against them than intentional physical harm.
“What are you going to do with us?” I asked as they drove. I couldn’t tell which direction we were going because the only windows were located at the front of the van. Kendra and I had been shoved into the back with Frank and Enzo, respectively, while the third, who had introduced himself as Dante, drove. I was thankful we at least had seats to sit in. Kendra and I were settled on a bench seat on one side of the van while the two goons sat on another facing us. These guys confused me. They were a mix of lethal danger and respectful intelligence. At least Dante was; Frank and Enzo seemed a bit lacking in the intelligence pool. Their lascivious gazes worried me more than the gun on Dante’s hip, though.
“Nothing as long as your sheriff follows instructions,” Dante replied.
“And if he doesn’t?” Kendra’s voice wavered with fear.
“Then, the boss will follow through on his threat. If I were you, I would be praying your sheriff does as he is told. Mr. Saldutti doesn’t give idle threats.”
I grasped Kendra’s hand in mine and squeezed tight. We rode in silence after that. I listened to the sounds of the road, trying to memorize each twist and turn the van took, but lost track after the fourth right turn…or it might have been a left.
We finally stopped, and the driver got out, leaving Kendra and me with the other two goons. I didn’t like the looks they were giving us. Ready to defend my friend, I opened my mouth to spout off some smart-ass remark, but the side door sliding open interrupted me. Probably a good thing. Another vehicle, a black SUV, was sitting in the dirt driveway when we got out.
“We’ll wait here for now. If you two agree to behave, we’ll forgo the handcuffs.” Dante raised an eyebrow in question.
“We will,” I replied. Now was not the time to attempt an escape. I took in our surroundings on the short walk from the van to the cabin we had stopped at. We were deep in the woods, and the cabin in front of us had seen better days. The front porch awning was sagging, the steps creaked and groaned as we ascended them, and the actual porch had holes where the wood had rotted away. The door was secure, and the windows had newspaper taped to the panes, preventing anyone from seeing in.
Inside, at least two inches of dust covering everything. A dilapidated couch sat in front of a fireplace that hadn’t seen any use in years. Soot covered the brick, and cobwebs decorated the chimney. To the right of the living room, if you could call it that, was a small kitchen with a wood stove, simple sink, and a fridge out of the 1950s. To the left was a tarnished brass bed that sported a moth-eaten quilt over the lumpiest mattress I had ever seen. I didn’t want to think about what might have or currently might be living in it. Standing in the middle of the room was the fourth goon, the one who had knocked on my door, and the one I assumed was Mr. Saldutti.
“Sit. I expect to hear from your sheriff very soon.” The head goon indicated the couch. “You two, go check out the perimeter and make sure it’s secure.”
“Boss.”
“Do as you are told!” The head goon boomed.
Once the door closed and their steps receded, he placed himself in front on the door. An immovable object and one more obstacle between us and freedon.
“I am not a fan of killing women and children, and I will do all I can to make sure that doesn’t happen. If you’re smart, you’ll sit and relax while we wait. You will be returned to your men by dinner, and we will be on our way back home.” The boss goon, the one I assumed was Saldutti,smiled while his eyes glinted in a sinister nature.
Kendra and I sat. Even though there were two of us, he was a tall man who was solidly built, and he had a gun. Probably more than one given the type of job he had, if you could call being a mob boss’s hitman a job.
We sat in awkward silence, holding hands, and I sent a prayer up to whoever might be listening to get us out of this unscathed. By now, the note must have been found. The rest of the mob crew came back from their perimeter check just as head goon’s phone rang.
“Keep an eye on them while I take this.” He walked outside, answering his phone as he went. “This had better be good news, Sheriff.”
My heartbeat raced, knowing this phone call would decide our fate. I took the chance to really look around, searching for something I could use as a weapon. The lamps were bolted to the tables, which were bolted to the floor. The mantle held only dust and spiderwebs. I didn’t see any kitchen utensils, no knife block or cast-iron skillet.
The scrape of wood against wood snapped my attention back to the two men left in the cabin with us. They had drug over the only other two seats in the room. They took a seat, one in front of each of us, on the rickety chairs that seemed as if they were going to splinter under their weight. The glints in their eyes made my skin crawl.
“I hope he doesn’t hear what he wants. What about you?”
“Same. It’s been a while since we’ve had fun, and these two look like they would provide some wonderful entertainment.”
I knew their names were Frank and Enzo but for the life of me I couldn’t remember which name belonged to which goon.
“That they do. Creamy skin that I would love to see turned a nice shade of pink or even a crimson red.”
Kendra gasped in surprise, and her body began to shake. Fear radiated off her in waves so thick, it clogged my throat.
“Look at her shivering in anticipation. I think she likes the idea.” The goon in front of Kendra moved to sit next to her on the couch. She tried moving away, but the other goon had moved next to me, caging us in the middle. He ran his finger down Kendra’s cheek and then grasped a handful of hair, turning her face toward him. “Yes, I think you and I will have a fine time.” He leaned in and ran his nose up her neck and took a deep breath when he reached her hair.
Kendra squeaked, “Please don’t.” Tears ran down her face in rivers as her body continued to shake uncontrollably.
I felt a hand in my hair and jerked around, my hand slapping him across his face before I could think. He grabbed it and forced it behind my back, effectively bringing my chest to crush against his. He leaned in and whispered, “I like ‘em feisty.” He nipped my ear hard as he brought his other arm around me. I wiggled and squirmed, but his arms were like bands of steel squeezing the breath out of me. “That’s it, try to fight me. I like a fighter.” I could feel his erection against my hip. It shocked me into sitting perfectly still. I wouldn’t cry, though; I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?” The front door slammed shut, and the two goons shot to their feet. “No, I want no explanations. You knew they were not to be touched. Go back outside and guard the cabin before I put a bullet in each of you.”
