Page 40 of Scarred in Silence
“You’re here because your best friend killed my best friend. An eye for an eye if you will.” She laughs. The shrill sound bounces off the tile, amplifying the noise.
“Lacey should never have died. It should have been Evelyn.”
She stands up and walks around me towards the window. The men press harder into my back. Pain throbs in my head as I crane my neck to track her movements.
“You know, I thought she would take the warning when we lit her house on fire.” She chuckles again.
“Instead, the dumb bitch set out for revenge. Something that she knows nothing about.”
She walks back over to me, stopping her heels inches before my face.
“But you do. You know all about revenge, don’t you?”
The silence strangles me. I can’t speak. I can’t move. I want to fucking die.
“I’m not going to kill you, though. I have better plans for you.”
She turns to walk towards the door.
“Take her to the breaking house. Call me when she’s settled.”
With that, she exits the room. I’m picked up by men in masks and ushered through the house.
Where the fuck is Varek?
They throw me in the trunk of the SUV, my face smacks off the cargo mat, and I can taste the blood pooling in my mouth.
I don’t know what they are planning to do with me, but I do know Nicolette Vale will be a dead bitch if I have anything to do with it.
They pull out a syringe, and my body stiffens. Strong hands hold me down as the cool metal pierces my neck. My limbs go heavy. My vision fades to black. I’m at their mercy now.
* * *
My skin crawls, and the pungent smell of iron and decay fills my nose. My body aches, and I can’t move. My legs are heavy, and my arms weak, but they are no longer bound together. My head throbs, and my busted face stings, but the tape is gone. Where the fuck am I?
I blink my eyes open, trying to see something. Anything, but I can’t. It’s dark. I roll over on the frigid concrete floor, and the wet floor jolts my body to life.
What the fuck is that?
I roll back over, trying to scoot myself back against a wall, but my body gives out after a few shuffles.
There is no way out. There is no light. There is no noise. Only silence.
This is what death feels like… when you want to live.
15
Lucien
It’s only been 24 hours, and I already fucking miss her. I want to hear her complain about eating alone. I want to listen to her tell me that she trusts me. Fuck.
Since when did I forget that she fucking betrayed me with all of those slimy fuckers when she bailed? Fuck her.
Dante drives us in the rental car to our next stop. Houston. We have been making numerous international deals, mainly between Canada and Mexico. Mexico is easy; Canada is a hard country to smuggle drugs into, so we decided to expand our operations in Mexico.
“Dude, just fucking call her,” Dante says.
“No. Fuck her.”
