Mick roared and slammed me on the floor, smashing my head several times. As my head throbbed in immense pain, I finally succumbed to the darkness.
Chapter 10
Detective Laura Fleursy
Taking down a mob boss was never easy. Especially when you had one viable witness, and one in the wind. You were fighting against the clock to find him before he did.
We were able to link Miles Porter to Mike Lairs, a.k.a Little Mike, so now I had him for questioning. Little snake was already trying to cut a deal. No loyalty among thieves, I guess.
“You have to give me protection.” He was whining.
“I don’t have to give you anything. If your tip on Rick Sullivan is good, then you have a bargaining chip. If we find a corpse, you are going down with the rest of them,” I said. I meant it, too. This guy got caught up in something he never meant to.
When the woman, Marva Peters, showed up at the precinct broken and bruised, she told me a grandiose story I almost didn’t believe. Until I found the blood in the alley. Little Mike and his men had already collected the body. If we hadn’t found the blood evidence, and the DNA under her nails, we may have not believed her.
Searching for any evidence was not easy. He was always a step ahead of me. I finally caught a break when the casino in front of the alley had a backup security tape. I now had a face to put with my would-be savior.
Now I just had to find him before he disappeared for good.
Chapter 11
Stacia
I woke up to an empty bed. Rolling over, I stretched, climbing out of bed, then grabbed my clothes. Going to the bathroom, I smiled at how nice and achy my body felt. I was so eternally happy. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I pulled my hair back into a simple ponytail.
Humming, I walked down the steps. I was distracted by my thoughts, didn’t hear the men’s voices until one grabbed my arm.
“Who do we have here? I thought Marva wasn’t here?” The dark haired scary looking man who held my arm said.
Who was Marva, I wondered. Too shaken up by these men to speak, I looked over at Rick and saw his condition. His left eye was swollen and his face was bloody. They had him tied to a chair.
“Rick," I cried.
“This isn’t Marva,” The fat guy said, showing the man a picture from his phone.
“Who are you?” He asked, shaking me, making me stumble.
“Leave her alone,” Rick mumbled.
The dark-haired guy dragged me over to my brother, started to hit him again. “Wait,” I screamed, finally getting my voice back, “I’m his sister. Please don’t hurt him anymore.” I cried, struggling to get away.
The guy looked at me hungrily. “Well, sis, I think we can have some fun with you.” He grinned.
“NO,” Rick yelled, “She has nothing to do with this, you bastards. Leave her alone.”
The fat guy smashed him in the face. Rick cried out in pain.
“No.” I cried. I was trembling in the other man’s hands. Scared of what they were going to do to me, but honestly more scared of what they would do to Rick if I didn’t go along with them.
“Please don’t hit him again. I will do whatever you want.” With tears streaming down my face, I looked at my brother and hoped like hell he would forgive me.
“Good girl.” Dark-hair said. Rick looked at me, helpless. He mouthed he was sorry.
“Take your shirt off,” the guy said to me, releasing my arm but training his gun on me. I lifted my tee up, stripping it off. I hadn’t put a bra on so my boobs flopped free.
I stood there, not knowing what to do. I kept my eyes on Rick. I was afraid I would fall on my shaky legs if I didn’t have something solid to focus on. I didn’t understand what was going on, I should’ve questioned him more when he said somet
hing bad had happened, but I was so caught up in my own fantasy land. I was so stupid and naïve.