Taken by Vincenzo

by Katrina S Karter

  The view outside was breathtaking, and I wondered why the wicked criminals prosper while the hardworking people get screwed?

  “I’ve been working with the FBI, but I needed to make sure you were safe,” said Sergi.

  “How are we getting out of here? What’s the plan?” I watched as Sergi shook his head.

  “I didn’t know you were here until you showed up wearing his clothes. I’ll come back for you tomorrow, but you have to go back tonight,” said Sergi.

  What? If he didn’t know I was here, why is he here? “I can’t go back. I’ll be raped, tortured, and killed. This is your fault. You always fuck up my life and go about your business like nothing is wrong.”

  “If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. Don’t be so dramatic,” said Sergi.

  “I hate you.” Rushing to the door I looked through the peephole determined to leave this room. The man before me looked like my brother, but he was a cold bastard that didn’t care about anybody but himself.

  “If you get me killed, I can’t come back and save you.”

  “Bite me. You can save me now. Why are you here anyway?” Turning, I leaned against the door staring at him.

  A door slammed down the hall. Looking through the peephole I saw the security men searching all the hotel rooms. It would only be a matter of minutes before they’d come in here and discover me.

  “They’re coming.” I rushed around the room, but there wasn’t anywhere to hide except the closet and underneath the bed.

  “If they find me, I’m a dead man. I’m your only hope of escape,” said Sergi.

  “What am I supposed to do? You want me to stand here and wait for them to open the door?” I rushed over to the bed and tried to scoot under it but it was a platform bed and I wasn’t able to slide under it.

  “Yes.” He pulled his gun and walked over to the closest and closed himself inside.

  The footsteps halted just outside the door. Sliding as close to the bed as possible the door flung. Lights came on and I saw black boots disappear inside the bathroom. I saw another pair of shoes near the door when I looked. He headed straight toward the closet.

  I jumped up and ran past him toward the door. Opening it I ran down the hall. Yelling behind me told me that they hadn’t found Sergi and was now hot on my trail. Bursting through the stairwell door I jumped down the stairs. Landing on the next level I ran through the door straight into a wall of muscles. He placed a taser to my neck, and electric current shot through my body.

  My eyes fluttered open. I wasn’t in the casino hotel anymore. The room was almost bare, and I was tied to a chair. Moving my shoulders, I attempted to get free, but the rope held me tight. The bedroom lock clicked, and I closed my eyes. Focusing, I steady my breath as footsteps entered the room.

  “She isn’t awake,” said Jimmy. He walked over to the bed and tossed the cover on the floor.

  My toes curled as I fought to remain still and appear sleep.

  His footstep stopped in front of me. He unzipped his pants. A few moments later I could smell him as he stroked his cock in front of me. His grunts made my flesh crawl as he pumped his dick.

  After a few minutes, he roared, and his semen shot on my face. I stayed still. He cut the ropes that bound my hands and laid me on the bed. His fingers unbuttoned my jeans, and he bent his head down to pull my pants over my hips.

  I kneed him in the face and kicked him in the balls.

  “You bitch. I’m going to kill you!” He slid to the floor cupping his balls.

  Running from the room, I darted down the steps. Trying the first room on the right, the door was locked. His roar was loud enough to shake the rafters. I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed the steak knife off a plate.

  A door slammed upstairs. I dashed to the door on the right and ran inside. The door didn’t have a lock. Damn. It’s a personal gym. Grabbing a barbell, I slipped into the closet.

  The door flew open. I placed my hand over my mouth and positioned the barbell behind my back. He walked into room and passed the closet heading into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he stopped in front of the closet. My heart slammed in my chest.

  My eyes closed in silent prayer. The closet door flew open, and he threw me on the floor. I lost my grip on the barbell as it rolled away from me.

  “Come here bitch,” said Jimmy. He grabbed a fistful of my hair yanking me away from the barbell and bashed my head against the hardwood floor.

  Sharp pains radiated up my skull, as he rolled away. My head throbbed as I kicked him away. Rolling over I tried to run away. He snatched my foot from underneath me. Falling on my face, I hear the phone ringing in the distance.

  “I like it when you fight me,” he said. His fingers wrapped around my throat as he lifted me off the floor and slammed me down.

  10

  Vincenzo

  We pulled into the Wayne Street alley. This was the perfect spot to view the back door of Leo’s Juke Joint. Leo’s nightclub was the only upscale gay nightclub in Dade County. There are other low-key gay nightclubs, but they are holes in the wall. A limo pulled in front of the nightclub, and Luigi jumped out with another man. I’ve always suspected the rumors to be true about him, but now they’re confirmed. Luigi Russo was an in the closet homosexual. Damn, the shit just got real.

  The eclipse of the moon was blood-red. It is like the earth knows the streets will run red with blood tonight. Turning around I look at them. I’ve already set the expectations for tonight, but I’m going to reiterate them. Sliding my hand inside my pocket, I turned off my phone. Things haven’t gone right today, but that’ll change now. Lucas will kill Christian and I’ll have Bianca, to lure out Salvatore.

  “We get in and get Bianca Moretti out by any means necessary.” Hank looked perplexed. His mind wasn’t here. I need all heads in the game, so we can walk out of here alive.

  “Hank where are you at?”

  “I’m here I just don’t understand why Jimmy isn’t answering the phone,” said Hank.

  “He was probably draining his dragon.” Jimmy is not the most reliable person. I can’t trust him to do shit. He had better not fuck up watching Tatianna. Fuck. I want to have this car turned around and run home, but I need to get Bianca. How hard can it be to watch one woman?

  “How many times did you call him?” Hank doesn’t worry about shit, and he’s worried now. I do not need this shit right now. We should be able to get this done in an hour and be back home with the intelligence that we’ve got.

  “I called six times and left several messages. I’m not worried that she’ll escape while we’re gone,” said Hank.

  “You’re worried about something.”

  “Jimmy has a habit of beating, and raping women. He treats all of them like prostitutes,” said Hank.

  Pulling out my phone, I dial Jimmy again. The phone rang ten times before it went to voicemail.

  “Jimmy call me now.” I waited five minutes before I turned my phone off. If Jimmy touches her, I’ll make him beg for death before I kill him.

  “Let’s do this. We need to be out of here in thirty minutes.”

  The crowd trying to enter the club was wrapped around the building. This was the perfect time to sneak around the back. We blended into the crowd before we snuck around to the back door. Rushing through the kitchen, the servers stopped fixing plates to stare at us.

  Moving quickly to the door, the butcher knife flew past my shoulder and lodged itself in the door. I fired two rounds into the chef’s head. Hank moved the man out the floor and put him in the pantry. Peeking around the door, I spot Luigi and the man leaving the bathroom together. He was fixing his pants.

  Tiptoeing down the hall, I crept into the third bedroom. There were red rose petals all over the bed, whipped cream on the dresser and a crystal bowl filled with fruit. Several bottles of champagne were lined up in the ice bucket.

  I can think of worst places to die. Water splashed in the bathtub, and a lady giggled. I lifted my hand, signaling to them to
spread out. This was some freaky shit. Strawberries, champagne, and a tight ass are recipes for a great orgasm.

  I walked in the bathroom. Bianca’s legs were spread wide one on the wall and the other over his leg. Emanuele was underwater eating her pussy. She had her eyes closed. I grabbed his gun discarded among his clothes in the floor and handed it to Hank.

  Snatching a towel off the rack I threw it at her. “Bianca come with me.”

  “What the fuck?” She tugged on his hair. Her hands covered her breast as she tried to shield me from her nakedness.

  He lifted his head, and the smile fell from his face. “You can’t make it out of here alive,” said Emanuel. He stood up and helped her to her feet.

  “Why are you here? I know my father didn’t send you,” said Bianca. She wrapped the towel around herself and stepped from the tub.

  “I’m here because of your father. Put your clothes on.” I tossed her clothes to her and leaned against the wall with my gun trained on her.

  “She’s not leaving with you. We can talk this through,” said Emanuele.

  Latching on to her arm I walked back into the bedroom. She started struggling against me, and I raised my hand.

  “My father will kill me. Why do you think I left,” asked Bianca? Her green eyes narrowed at me as she raked her nails over my hand.

  “Don’t hit her. She’s pregnant,” said Emanuele. He struggled against Hank’s gun at his throat.

  “You two have been busy.” I flung her on the bed. I’m not a monster but the intelligence I received didn’t say anything about her being pregnant. She doesn’t look pregnant, but that doesn’t mean anything.

  Salvatore wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. I don’t care if he kills her, but her being pregnant changes things. Children deserve to live especially since they don’t ask to come here.

  The rest of my men were still hidden in the room. I was about to tell them to come out when the bedroom door flew open. Lunging for Bianca, I put my gun to her temple.

  “You made a mistake coming here,” said Luigi. He closed the door and strolled in the room.

  “I’ve got what I’ve come for. This doesn’t concern you, and in good faith, I’ll let you take Emanuele with you.”

  “Come son,” said Luigi. He waved his son over to him, but Emanuele did not move.

  “If you take her from me, its war. I won’t stop until I hunt you down and put a bullet in your skull,” said Emanuele.

  “I can kill you now.” Out of the corner of my eye I see Hank push him to his knees. Emanuele’s eyes blaze his hatred, and he’s not a coward.

  “Careful Vincenzo, he’s my only son. We can come to an agreement,” said Luigi. He leaned against the wall.

  Why didn’t I just carry her out of here naked? He still had his gun pointed at me, but he wasn’t trying to have a shootout. He may live but his son would not, and Emanuele is his heart.

  “Dad. She’s pregnant with my son.” Emanuele tried to move closer to the bed to reach Bianca, but Hank dug the blade deeper into his neck.

  A trail of blood ran down Emanuele. Bianca covered her gasp with her hands. The tears poured out her eyes.

  “Blood of my blood. That’s why you’re going to war with the Moretti mafia. We can help each other. The Moretti’s wanted to take over everything, and I can’t stand them,” said Luigi.

  “What do you want Luigi?” I longed to look at my watch, but I knew time wasn’t standing still. This conversation is too long since I didn’t plan on having a conversation at all. The Moretti’s weren’t worth my time, and I didn’t plan on standing here all night flapping my gums. I’d rather shoot it out and get the fuck on. Patience had never been my strong suit, but it’s needed to be.

  “I want twenty percent of the arm deals. I want to expand into Cuba,” said Luigi.

  “I didn’t come to do business. You and I can talk business later.” He’s crazy if he thinks I’m giving him twenty percent of my arms deals. Luigi should’ve done his homework, but lucky for me, I always do mine.

  “My grandchild’s life isn’t up for debate. I’m willing to make this alliance profitable for both of us,” said Luigi.

  He’s insane if he thinks I’m going to do business right now. “Give me forty-eight hours to think on this business proposition.”

  “What will you do about my father? He’ll kill me. You guys got to take him out, so me and my son will be safe,” said Bianca. She threw herself at me her tiny hands wrapped around my shoulders.

  She’s right. Luigi and I are talking business but if her father finds out she’s pregnant by a Russo, she’s as good as dead.

  “She’s right. Before we talk business, we need to figure out how to get rid of Salvatore,” said Emanuele.

  “Let’s meet here in two days at midnight and come up with a plan.” Snapping my fingers, I waved for Hank to follow me out the room. Once he let Emanuele go, the rest of my men came out from hiding guns trained on them, protecting Hank’s back.

  Luigi nodded.

  Today was looking a bit brighter than it was earlier. I thought of expanding my business in Cuba, but not as a joint venture. Angel Garcia runs Cuba. Angel was hungry and his track record on loyalty is everyone that trusts him ends up dismembered with their limbs spread across the seas.

  After I got back in the car, I pulled out my phone. I didn’t have any messages. The pit of my stomach sank. Calling Jimmy again, and his phone rang and eventually went to voicemail.

  “Step on the gas.” I looked at Blain, who pushed the pedal to the metal. I texted my cop contacts and let them know we need a clear path so have the roads clear. Tossing the phone in the cubby, I cracked my knuckles.

  “This could be a setup. Why don’t you wait for me at Antonio’s Bakery, and I’ll bring her,” said Hank? He had his straight blade out slicing the threads attaching his buttons on his suit jacket.

  “What do I look like hiding, while you go get my woman? Fuck that. It will be what it will be.” Glancing in the side mirror I see Hank nodding.

  If Jimmy was smart, the Esposito’s and the Moretti’s would be there to take me down. They were sneaky bitches, but they wouldn’t trust his cowardly ass. That could only mean one thing. Jimmy was working with the Feds. He thinks they can protect him. He doesn’t know that nobody can protect him from me.

  “Do you think we can trust the Russo’s?” asked Hank. He looked up from slicing his buttons.

  “You never trust anybody in business. We’ll both profit off his connections in Cuba. If Luigi could expand into Cuba by himself then he would. He needs me. I intend to profit off all of this.”

  “This temporary alliance with the Russo’s will give them the numbers to take you out,” said Hank.

  “I know that’s what Luigi thinks, but with my alliance with the United Kingdom and the Hungarians, they won’t stand a chance. Angel Garcia wants Luigi’s business, and has already said he wants to take him out.”

  “When are we taking him out?” asked Hank.

  “As long as Luigi, doesn’t fuck me, then I’m cool letting him live, but Angel isn’t. Angel is obsessed with Luigi’s empire. I’d rather take Angel out.”

  “He made the mistake of thinking you would side with him over Luigi,” said Hank.

  “A man like Angel can’t be trusted. Luigi always trusts a beautiful face. He really needs his son to help him run his empire. A man running his empire by his dick isn’t smart business.”

  Cracking the window, I let the cool air flow over my skin. It seemed darker than it has ever been. Staring out the window, we turned on Old Cutler Road. The tall green trees made me feel like the air was cleaner over here. Many memories raced through my mind as we cut through Coconut Grove to turn right into the long driveway to my house. To anyone else, the white stucco, and three dozen palm trees that framed the manicured lawn looked like an elegant resort. This was and will always be like a fortress.

  I never come here. It’s the last place I saw my parents alive, just before they wer
e murdered in this house, right before my eyes. It was that very night; I made my first kill, saving my baby brother from a bullet to the skull. Which is why his death hurts so much, the pain festering like cancerous tumor in the brain. I failed him when he needed me the most. Antonio died. He died because he looked like me.

  It should’ve been me. If I could take that bullet, and lay bleeding out on the streets, I would. I can’t undo what’s been done. Blinking rapidly, I compose myself as I pressed the button allowing the three-car garage door to open.

  “We need to prepare for war.” Stepping into the garage I can’t help but smile. This is my favorite part about this place. The garage held steel racks of military-grade weapons, all of which were illegal. Taking a few grenades, I toss them in the black duffel bag.

  Walking to the last rack I grab old Betsy off the rack. Betsy is my mini rocket launcher courtesy of a few intelligence agents that shall remain nameless. I never knew what occasion would occur to make me take Betsy off the shelf, and unfortunately, I know now.

  “Let’s ride.” Sliding back in the front seat my eyes go to my phone, there are no messages.

  We hit the highway. Most of the traffic had died down, and there were only a handful of cars on the road. I shifted in my seat.

  “Get in the right lane and speed up.” I took out my gun and held it low.

  “Are we being followed?” asked Blain. He switched lanes but buttoned his jacket exposing his gun. He sped up and looked in the rearview mirror when the car behind us sped up trying to catch us.

  I noticed a blue Cadillac following us. It had tinted windows and nothing remarkable to distinguish it from other cars. The plates looked like a rental, but I wrote the tag number down on a piece of paper.

  “The car behind us has been there for ten minutes.”

  Hank pulled out two guns. “Slow down and let them come up beside us,” said Hank. He ducked in the back seat with the assault rifle in his hands and rolled down the window.

  I’m sure they aren’t alone. We need to get home. Jimmy had been at the house for two hours with Tatianna.