Page 134 of Fish out of Water
“They will.” Vito’s mouth started running immediately. “I swear they will.” His feet wiggled where they were strapped in place. “They’ll give you whatever you want.”
I shook my head. “Nope. You’ve been cut off Vito.”
The old man’s eyes leveled on me. “But you haven’t.”
Wow.
I thought my family was bad.
But this.
This was a whole new level of bad.
I thought old people were supposed to be sweet and kind. Maybe a little spunky like Sylvia and Mrs. Sherling.
But Vito was just awful.
I guess assholes got old too if they managed to stay alive long enough.
“If you think they’ll pay to get me out of here then you’re barking up the wrong tree.” I shrugged, trying to look nonchalant as I worked past one of the dusty windows on my way to the door. “I’m just his neighbor. They don’t give a shit about me.”
“That why his nephew had his face in your pussy?” One of the two men trying to catch me leered as he grabbed his dick. “Maybe I should try it out. See if it tastes as good as it smells.”
“You better not touch her, you dirty son of a bitch.” Sylvia twisted in her seat, doing everything she could to get free. “I’ll fucking kill you myself.”
An odd ping stopped my feet and halted Sylvia’s twisting. Her eyes widened as they fixed on the man who was definitely responsible for stealing my panties.
I followed her line of sight.
I shouldn’t have done that.
“Oh my God.” I tripped over my own feet, stumbling as I backed away as fast as possible, hands over my mouth as I stared at the hole in the center of his forehead. I fell against the wall as Panty Sniffer dropped forward, falling face-first to the floor.
“Julia.” Sylvia’s voice was loud enough to get my attention. Her expression was serious. “Get down.”
My brain wasn’t offering any better suggestions so I did exactly as she said and dropped to the floor just as another shot came through the window.
I covered my ears as all hell broke loose. Shattered glass fell all around me, dropping from the window broken out by whoever was shooting into the building.
The men who kidnapped us because they mistakenly believed Vito knew what he was talking about scattered like roaches.
Except for the panty sniffer. For obvious reasons.
Even Fat and Sweaty crawled across the floor, trying to get away from the bullets cutting into the space.
I was going to die.
All because I just had to get that damn key out of Penelope’s fish tank.
Suddenly everything went quiet.
The door flew open, sending a wide slash of light cutting into the dim space.
“Jules?”
I was delirious. Hell, I might actually be dead and just didn’t realize it.
Because that sounded like Grant.
