Page 32 of Pirate's Plunder

“Shit! The bitch broke her arm. The boss is going to kill you.” Someone picks me up and carries me towards the elevator.

Every fiber of my being is screaming that if I get in that lift, I’ll never leave alive. I kick out, making him drop me, and as I struggle to get up and run, something hits the back of my head, knocking me out cold.

SLAP!

“Wake up, Genesis.” I blink open my eyes and search the dark for him.

“Dad?” I croak out, knowing I heard Marco’s voice, but I can’t find him.

SLAP!

“I’m not your fucking father. Just the unlucky bastard that knocked up your cunt of a mother. If Alfonoso hadn’t needed a kid so bad, I’d have killed her with you still in her womb.” His words hurt worse than his hits ever could.

“Then why am I here? Where’s Alfie?” He grunts at my question, and I sense movement around me, but can barely see a thing.

Until a body is dropped into my lap.

No, wait, not a body, a head! I scream and try to push it away, but that’s when I realize I can’t move.

“I’m sorry, let me fix him.” I finally see his evil face as he moves into my line of sight to turn Alfie’s head over to me, and I can see in his eyes.

My stomach lurches, and I puke, managing to get some on Marco’s arm. He growls and wipes his arm on my face before reaching back and slapping me again.

This time, the world spins on me, and I hit the floor hard.

I fight to stay awake, but when the head rolls into my limited field of vision again, my brain shuts off.

My ears are ringing, and someone is shouting.

I wish they’d shut up. I blink my eyes, and I’m met with bright lights everywhere. It hurts to look around, but I find the source of the noise.

“Zek,” I try to call out to him, but all that comes out is a croak.

“Which one hit you?” His voice is like a balm to my soul.

He’ll keep me safe. I open my mouth, but I can’t answer him. I just want him to come hold me. I’m warm and I can’t move my broken arm, and I’m feeling arms holding me.

I glance up and see Knight watching me.

“Line them up!” Zek calls out as he paces the room.

“I’ve got nine bullets in this gun. There are only six of you. You start talking, or I start shooting.” He looks manic, and every time our eyes meet, they darken even more.

“WHO HIT MY WIFE?” he screams, sending spit flying everywhere.

He stops pacing in front of one man and crouches down to look him in the eye.

“Was it you? No?” He stands after a moment of silence and then places the gun on his forehead.

BANG!

“How about you?” Zek moves down the row one at a time.

BANG!

“WAIT! It was him.” One of the men finally breaks, pointing at the man after him in the row.

BANG!

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