Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 177

I pull up to the location with ten minutes to spare. Only thanks to my erratic driving to get here. Pretty sure I’m going to have a fuck ton of tickets by tomorrow. Pedro stands in the middle of an open field with about fifty armed men. Probably too many for me to take down at once, plus that’s not the objective here. I need to get him to take me to Isla. I step out with my arms raised as all guns are pointed towards me.

“I’m unarmed, and alone, just like you wanted.”

“If you try anything stupid, she dies. Got it?” Pedro yells from a distance.

“Got it.”

“Turn around, hands behind your head and lay on your stomach.”

I do as I’m told, and I tolerate the knee that slams into my back, the rough hands that handcuff me and the bag that is placed on my head before I’m patted down for weapons.

“She’s clear!” Someone yells.

Get to Isla. That’s all I think to myself as they pull me to my feet and load me into a trunk. Classy, and smart. I count the seconds, adding up the minutes in my head as a way to pass the time. It’s a little over a four hour drive to the location where I’m man handled again. I make a mental note once we ascend a set of stairs of every turn we make. Forward, left, hallway, right, hallway right, hallway, left, hallway, stairs, hallway, right, right…the bag is ripped off my head as I’m kicked hard in the back, making me fall forward on my knees and I’m just pulling my head up in time to stop my face hitting concrete, my chest taking the brunt of the fall, as a door is slammed behind me. I turn around, jumping to my feet as I glare through the tiny glass window in the door and Pedro’s smug face.

“I hear you’re quite a violent little thing, so we’ll keep those cuffs on for now.”

“Probably a wise idea. Where’s my daughter?”

“Ahh yes, your darling daughter. I’ll be sure to reunite you two soon enough. Don’t worry, it’s all a plan in motion. Now that I have the two most important pieces in this game, your men will start handing over what I want in no time.”

“And then what, you let us go?” I scoff.

“Of course not. I’m not stupid, I would eventually wind up dead. No, your men will hand over their guns, their drugs, the trading systems and contracts under the impression that I’ll set you and Isla free and then when they realize I’m not letting you and your daughter go, they’ll come for you both. On my grounds, against my men, straight into my little trap

of bombs set around this place, where you’ll all wind up dead and I’ll be left with everything I need and none of the

problems.”

I will my face to remain emotionless as he spills all the information I need. Fucking villain complex. They can’t help my gloat about their plans.

“Okie dokie then. When’s meal time? I’m starving.”

He scoffs, slamming the metal door/across the window as I listen to his footsteps retreating. I take a moment to scan my surroundings. A little mattress in one corner and a bucket in the other. A camera sits on one wall but the light isn’t blinking, which means they’re not watching as I pull my arms down, stepping through them as I twist my arms in front of me. That’s a bit more comfortable. I lay down on the concrete floor, staring at the ceiling, biding my time until I can make a move. Mamma’s here Isla. I’m coming for you.

Isla

I don’t know how long I was in that tub for, it could have been hours, it could have been days, but my body shivers violently as the two guards who pulled me out now drag me back down the hallway I came from.

“You m–m–mother f–f–fuckers are dead.” I chatter out my teeth. One of them grunts at me while the other just shoves me hard in the side, making me fall to my knees, slamming them into the concrete flooring. I’m pulled back up and pushed further until I reach my sad little room. All I want right now is to lay down and sleep, but I know hypothermia is a real thing and right now, I need to warm my body up. So instead of doing what my body wants, I start jogging on the spot, followed by a round of star jumps, burpees. I’m using every last bit of my energy as I push through the pain and the cold and keep moving. I do this until my teeth stop chattering, until the color comes back to my fingertips and until I can’t possible move any longer and I collapse onto the filthy mattress and involuntarily close my eyes to sleep.

“Hey. Wake up.” I’m poked in the ribs as a soft female voice speaks. I groan, wanting to fight back but right now I don’t have the energy.

“You need to eat, quickly, before they come back.”

I peak open an eye to see a young woman, dressed in that black tactical gear crouched beside me with a bowl of something.

“What?”

“You need to eat. You need your strength if you’re going to get out of here.”

I sit up, moaning as my body protests and look down at the steaming bowl of soup in her hands that she shoves at me.

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