Chapter 32 Kai
Kai
Iwake up, and my head is pounding. I feel like I got hit by a damn semi truck. I go to rub the ache on my head, but my hands won't move. I try to look around, but my eyes are blurry. I blink several times before they clear up.
"What the fuck," I groan, pulling at my wrists. They are bound together. I try to twist my wrists to feel what it is... Handcuffs.
Mikey is tied to a chair right in front of me, still passed out, head lolling to the side.
Where the fuck are we? How did we get here?
That's when the memory of the warehouse rushes into my brain. We are bait... for Julia. I hope she doesn't fall for it. I hope that she can see through this bullshit and doesn't do anything rash.
Fuck Luca better have her.
When I finally get myself calmed down about Julia possibly coming after me, the hot, burning rage starts to settle in.
De Luca. This mother fucker took me and my fucking brother to lure our girl in.
It's fucking bullshit. I pull at my wrist again, the handcuffs biting into my wrists, until I feel the drip of blood slide down my hand.
I look at Mikey and see a chain wrapped around his waist, down his legs, and around the chair, securing him to it with no wiggle room.
I look down at myself and see myself similarly bound.
Guess the mother fucker doesn't want me to kick the shit out of him. Out of all the things De Luca is, dumb is not one of them.
I start looking around the room to assess the bullshit we are in.
It's a concrete room, and a metal table is next to us, with restraints on it.
Then again, the far wall is lined with cabinets.
There are chains, some with meat hooks, some without, hanging from the ceiling.
There is a drain in the center of the room as well.
This is the kind of room that you see in horror movies where the serial killer will cut off a single piece of your body and watch to see how long you drain out. I want to hang fucking De Luca from these damn meat hooks and watch him drain.
I hear a groan from Mikey, and my attention shifts to him.
"Holy fuck." He groans, blinking his eyes several times to get them to focus.
"Yeah, kinda the same reaction I had," I mumble. He looks at me, and his eyes go big when he sees all the chains wrapped around me.
"I'm good. Don't pull your wrists; they are handcuffs, and they are tight." I try to move my arms to show him mine that are still dripping blood.
I watch Mikey as he takes in the room; the only difference is that his face is full of horror at everything he notices, whereas mine is still filled with rage.
"Do you remember anything?" he asks me.
"I remember everything up to you getting hit. Once you got hit and fell, I went to fuck up the guy who hit you with a fucking lead pipe, and I got hit also. Too bad it wasn't Mrs. Scarlet from Clue, at least she would have been hot." Mikey rolls his eyes at me, and I try to shrug.
"Okay, so we are in a fucking torture dungeon, with no clue about anything."
"Yup, basically."
"Dude, I'm so sorry, I should never have brought you with me. This should just be me here, not both of us."
"Mikey, shut the fuck up!" I yell at him, I can't handle this shit.
"I love you, dude, and I am glad I am here, and you aren't doing this alone. But stop with the pity party, and let's figure out a plan to get out of this shit hole."
Mikey nods, and then a loud ass squeak comes from the door behind me. That's fucking uncomfortable being back to the door. Mikey's face turns to rage.
"Well, isn't this just something?" De Luca's voice booms through the room.
I roll my eyes, and Mikey growls. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Well, Michael, you already know that answer. I want my daughter." He pulls up a chair that I didn't see sitting next to the wall, and straddles it, staring at the blank wall across from him.
"You see. When you told me that my daughter ran, I believed you at first. It's absolutely something Julia would do... but then I got thinking, and the way she looks at you two... She wouldn't have left you behind." He rubs his chin like he is thinking, then turns to look at me.
"And what an honor it is to have Mr. Malachi Monroe here, also. It is truly an honor to meet the man who, as a child, killed my second in command with his bare knuckles. Such a big task for a young man."
"I can show you how it was done if you want a replay," I growl.
"Oh, I am sure you could. But for right now, I would like to just talk."
"I got nothing to say to you," I say. "You can go fuck yourself with a fucking cactus dildo."
"Such a mouth on you. At least your brother knows when to shut up... sometimes."
"So sorry for your luck." I spit at him, and he smacks me across the face. Mikey growls out at him, and I smile.
"You hit like a bitch." I say, trying to keep his attention on me, all he does is stand up and walk out of the room, not giving us even a glance.
"Do you really have to antagonize him?" Mikey glares at me.
"What? It's true." I try to shrug as much as the chains will let me.
"Stop it," he snaps at me.
"If he is hitting me, he isn't hitting you."
"I don't care if he hits me." Mikey spits.
"But I do!" I look up at him. "I will always take the hit for you. You have had to keep me in line my whole life; the least I can do is take a slap or a punch for you."
"Kai..." Mikey starts.
"Stop. I will not back down from this fucker. He can do all he wants, as long as you and Julia stay safe." I will take anything for these two. They are my whole life, and nothing will change that.
"I'm the one who is supposed to be protecting you from him." His voice breaks.
"Well, plans change. So get over it. You..." I get cut off by the door slamming open again.
"I'm backkkkk." De Luca sings as he walks over to us.
"Oh great..." I mutter, then I feel someone slap me upside the head, like I'm a fucking child.
I turn my head, and I can see the guy who hit Mikey with the fucking lead pipe. Tall, probably pushing six foot five, and has to be sitting at three hundred and fifty pounds of pure fucking muscles. He has a shaved head with tattoos covering it, and a black goatee to match his black eyes.
"Couldn't handle your own fights?" De Luca laughs when that man turns and punches Mikey in the stomach. His fist hit the chain, driving it deep. Mikey lets out a low grunt and pukes all over himself and the concrete ground.
My eyes go big, and I shut the fuck up. No way in hell is my brother taking hits for me.
"Nothing else to say, Malachi?" De Luca taunts as he crosses his arms.
I just sit there, not even acknowledging his existence. Fuck him.
I feel the rage starting to run through my veins. This fucker will die, even if it's the last thing I do.
"So, boys, we are going to play a game." De Luca straddles the chair again and leans against the back.
"I will ask a question, and you will answer it. Simple as that."
I huff out a laugh. Nothing is ever that simple, especially with this dumb nut.
"Okay, first question. Where did you meet my daughter?"
Neither of us answers, and tall and broody punches both of us in the stomach.
"Okay... so we are doing this the hard way." He taps his finger on his lips like he is thinking.
"Where is Julia?"
Again, we both don't answer; this time, the punch comes to the face. I groan, and I can feel my nose break with the impact.
"I will get answers, or you will end up being dog food."