He opens a door and an assault of sound meets us.
“LET ME OUT OF HERE YOUR MOTHER FUCKERS. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? THE FBI KNOWS I AM MISSING BY NOW. YOU DICK SUCKING FUCKING FUCKERS!”
Ryan is chained with his hands above his head hanging on a meat hook from the ceiling. Every time he thrashes, he turns. He has a potato sack over his head and I smirk at the thought. Sofia always said she’d end up with the sack on her head and now Ryan has it on his. The irony is great.
“Finally.” A thick Italian accent meets me.
Ryan goes silent.
“Fox. Sorry for making you wait. I had to make sure my woman was okay.”
“She is not your woman, you fucking prick. She is mine. Ask her. Ask her how good I fucked her. Ask her how good it felt when I spilt my seed inside her. She’s mine. She will never be yours.”
I walk right up to him and punch him in the gut. I tear the potato sack off and he spits at me. I wipe the spit off my face and back away.
“Fox. Work your magic. Usually I would give him a chance to speak first, but this one has offended me already.”
“Bash.”
My eyes meet hers and I open my arms to her. She comes over and I fold her into my arms.
“You can wait outside, Tesoro.”
“No thanks. I just want to be near you.”
“Don’t make me puke.” Ryan calls from the middle of the room.
She turns and glares at him.
“I wouldn’t be so cocky Ryan. You won’t be walking out of this room alive.”
He scoffs at her.
“I’m the FBI. They can’t touch me. We have a man on the inside. He will report that you took me.”
Sofia lets out a laugh.
“Like they care.”
I chuckle with her.
“The informant you think you have? He’s a turncoat. He works for me now. The only reason he stays in the FBI is to report to me. Trust me. He will give them information, but not what you are thinking.”
“Yeah Right. You’re lying.”
“Oh yeah. So, Tyler isn’t your man?”
I watch as his face pales and I smile wider.
“That’s what I thought. Go ahead Fox. He won’t be needing his fingers.”
I pull up the chair Fox was sitting in when we got here and sit down before pulling Sofia into my lap. She nuzzles my neck before giving it a kiss.
“We can go sit outside if you want.” I whisper to her.
She pulls back and stares into my eyes at the first of Ryan’s cries ring out.
“Stop trying to talk me out of being here. I need this. I need to see him dead with my own eyes. It’s the only way I will be able to truly move on without looking over my shoulder.”
