Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 179

We got another message from Pedro. This one stating that he would allow the girls to leave if we handed over certain things like guns and drugs, contracts with other families and shit, like we could even do that. My wife said to wait, so we’re waiting and that’s that. Nico wants to at least go to the location in three days time to see if maybe he can just kill Pedro there and be done with it, but I already suspect that the fucker wouldn’t show up himself. No, that would be stupid to face the men of the women you’ve stolen and tortured. He’d most likely send some donkeys, who would inform him. we’re trying to trick him, and our girls would pay for it. No, instead we’re just going to ignore it and pray Ariana and Isla are making some headway in their plans.

Isla

It’s been three days since I’ve left the cell or seen Mom. At least I think it’s been three days based on the one meal a day I’m given. Lola has been back twice now, and I’ve managed to find out that her family is being threatened and that’s the only reason she’s here. Along with many others as well. Some are here on their own greediness, but there are others that don’t condone what’s happening and she’s been in contact with those people to let them know when shit goes down, to fight on our side. She hasn’t been able to see Mom, apparently her cell has been a lot more restricted for access with only two guards actually willing to go inside to give her food, thanks to her brutal nature being widespread information. Fucking pussies. She got me the information I needed though, a hair pin and two small pocket knives that I’ve kept between my legs, just waiting for the right time. I’ve had a lot of time to think about how we’re going to get out of here, and I smile at the thought. It’s going to be a fucking bloodbath. I sit in the corner of my room, eating my bowl of pissy cold porridge, contemplating all the ways to kill a man when my head starts to feel fuzzy, the plastic bowl slips from my

fingers and doubles on the floor in my vision. Mother fucker drugged me, again!

“Isla…Isla…sweet heart, it’s time to wake up now.” My mothers soft voice fills my ears.

“Ten more minutes, Mom.” I mumble out, refusing to open my eyes.

“Isla. We don’t have ten more minutes. Open your opens.”

I

groan

and peel my heavy eyelids back, vaguely aware of cold water on my feet. I blink my eyes in the dark, not being able to see a single thing, and I try to wiggle my heavy limbs against the effect of the drugs that are wearing off but with no

such luck.

“Where are we?”

“Some sort of a big food vat. I think. Either way it’s filling up with water. Are you tied down on a chair?”

I quickly realise that it’s not the drugs that are the problem with me, it’s the fact that I am actually tied down.

“Yeah, you?”

“Yup.”

“I have a couple blades in my pants. Try/and scoot over here.”

Nico.

I’m fucking fuming! I told Luciano we should have gone to the meet spot today, and now that we haven’t, we’ve been delivered with another video and a/timer. It starts with a very unconscious Isla and Ariana being carried into a large tank from a door at the bottom. The camera this time shakes as if someone holds it and it has sound now. It follows them as they’re thrown onto wooden chairs and tied down with ropes. Then the men leave, the door shuts and Pedro is seen smiling sadistically as he turns a big red metal value handle and the sound of running water fills the hotel room as the TV

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