Daveon turns the car off and looks over to me. “So what's the plan?” He raises his eyes in question. My eyes turn down to the gun resting in my lap. I pull out a secondary clip from the glove box before looking out the window. “Fuuck.” He blows out knowing damn well what my plan is. I am going to go in and get her back or die trying.
30
LILIANA
A sharp pain pierces through my skull as I try to open my heavy eyelids. Where the hell am I? I try to will my groggy mind to remember what is going on. Wanting to move my hand up to my throbbing head, I realize they are bound behind me. Panic shoots through me as my body tenses. Flashes of earlier events run through my mind. I try to force my lids open a crack to see where I am.
A bright light sears my eyes before I snap them back shut. Pain rushes through my head. A light whimper escapes my throat.
“Ah she’s awake. Looks like you didn’t give her a concussion after all, Aldo.” A man chuckles, as another grumbles.
“Well if the bitch hadn’t broken my nose.”
“Oh quit your fucking crying and just go get Dari.” Listening as one man retreats I hear a soft swishing sound.
Water? My eyes peel open as I try to focus my gaze. I am sitting on a cold metal chair with my hands bound behind my back. When trying to move my feet, I feel they too are constricted. I look up squinting as the bright orange glow of a street lamp causes my temple to pulse again.
I glance behind me at hearing the lap of the water hitting the edge of the concrete. Docks? What am I doing here? I turn my head around the other direction and my eyes land on a figure leaning back against a shipping crate casually smoking a cigarette. I don’t recognize anything about him as he just stands there, unfazed at my staring.
“Who are you?” I blurt out finding courage amidst the fear coursing through me. The man raises a brow at my question, surprised I spoke. He opens his mouth about to speak when another voice carries through the darkness.
“Ahh Liliana, it's so good to see you again.” My head whips around at the voice. It sounds familiar though my mind struggles to place it. I squint at the figure as he emerges from the shadows coming into the light in front of me.
“Dario?” My head is spinning as it grapples for a reason he would be here in front of me.
“I would ask how you have been but since I have been watching you I think I already know. ”
“You have been watching me?” A sick feeling crawls under my skin at his words.
“I had to. I needed to figure out if you really meant anything to Nicoli or not.” My head drops at his words.
“Well if you have been watching and following me you should know that I don’t. So why am I still here?” I return my gaze to him as he chuckles at my question.
He tsks his tongue at me before speaking. “Do you really think he has been cheating on you with that pathetic whore?” Anger flares inside of me at his mocking tone and mentioning of her. He laughs again at seeing the reaction he had gotten out of me. “Well I haven’t just been following you. I have been following Nicoli as well, and as much as she has pathetically tried he hasn’t touched her.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Hence why we had to set it all up to look as if he had. Looks like it worked quite well though considering.” He tilts his head at me indicating his words.
My mind starts to race and tries to grasp at what he just said. Nico isn’t sleeping with her? They set it all up? They?
“Alice is?-”
“Working with me?” He interrupts my question seeing my confusion. “Yes I happen to run into her after your engagement party. She was all too eager and willing to help play a part in getting rid of you so she could have Nicoli all to herself. Though she will only get a shell of what he is after he loses you.” He says as if saying the last part mostly to himself. “She is cunning one though. Once she got her hands on that clip of yours she knew just how to plant the seed of deception in you. Then tonight was the nail in the coffin. When I sent you that text I knew you would believe everything she had insinuated.”
“But why?” I am barely able to get out as I try to understand why he is so hell bent on ruining Nicoli.
He narrows his eyes at me as if the answer should be clear and I shouldn't have to ask. “I want to make that piece of shit husband of yours lose everything like I did.” Rage flares in his tone as he raises his voice. I’m startled at the sudden switch from his calm attitude just moments before.
Lose everything? What is he talking about?
“Ahhh do you not know?” He shakes his head as he steps closer to me. He holds up his handless arm.
“You're doing this because he cut your hand off?”
His rage boils over as he grips my hair in his hand pulling down, forcing my head up with a hard yank. “No you stupid bitch. He didn’t just cut my hand off, he took everything from me!” He roars
