Page 131 of Fish out of Water
“If you would have let me in on things then I wouldn’t have had to go out on my own.” Vito was clearly salty as shit that Elaine and Sylvia hadn’t brought him into their dealings.
Whatever those were.
“You’re a dumbass.” Sylvia wiggled around, fighting the duct tape binding her body to an old dining chair. “Letting you in would have made us dumbasses too.”
“Can you please stop fighting?” My head hurt. My hands were numb. I was exhausted.
If I had to hear one more ‘this is all your fault’ I would kill them both.
“Do you think they’re going to feed us?” Mrs. Sherling had been pretty quiet compared to Sylvia and Vito, but even she was getting on my nerves.
“Do I think the men who kidnapped us and duct taped us to chairs in an abandoned warehouse are going to host brunch?” I shook my head. “No. No I don’t.”
Mrs. Sherling’s chin tucked. “You don’t have to be so mean about it.”
“Shut up, Sharon. Give the girl a break.” Sylvia turned my way. “How ya doin’, honey? You holding up okay?”
No. No I was not.
I was actually a little confused about how everyone else was as fine as they were. “No, I’m not okay.” I thrashed around as hard as I could, fighting the tape holding me hostage. “I want the fuck out of here.”
I didn’t like to freak out. I kept my cool through a lot of things this week, including, but not limited to, my whole life being turned upside down.
But apparently I had limits, and they involved being kidnapped and held for ransom.
“We’ll get out.” Sylvia was enragingly calm. “We just have to wait for them to get in touch with Elaine and Grant.”
“Then what? They’ll just let us leave?” I dropped my head back to stare up into the rafters of the rapidly-warming space. “We’ll all die of heat stroke before then.”
I’d seen what heat stroke did and it didn’t look fun. Collette—
My eyes started to burn. “What about Collette?”
I was supposed to take care of her. Make sure she didn’t freaking die.
And now I might be the one who died.
“I’m sure she’s fine.” Sylvia wiggled her feet, rolling them at where her ankles were stuck to the legs of the chair.
“Glad someone is.” Mrs. Sherling was definitely starting to lose some of her spunk. She’d followed us to Vito’s apartment and ended up landing herself in the middle of a mess.
To her credit, she managed to land a wicked right hook on the guy who grabbed her right before he threw her into the unmarked, windowless van they drove us here in.
Bastards didn’t even have any candy.
“None of this makes any freaking sense.” I rocked a little, trying to fight some more room into the tape wrapped across my tie-dyed t-shirt.
Vito fed us some line about how they’d kidnapped him right after he left my apartment that night. It was clearly a lie, but he was a stubborn son of a bitch and was sticking with his story.
“I’m tired of this shit.” I’d been worried about his wrinkly old ass. Did stupidly asinine things to try to find him.
And look where it got me.
Kidnapped. Taped to a chair. Then locked in a hot as hell warehouse.
I was over it.
I used my feet to scoot across the uneven floor, being careful not to knock myself over.
