31. Olivia
Chapter thirty-one
Olivia
I wake up, my head pounding, and the light is too bright. I blink, trying to get my vision to clear up, when I hear footsteps in the distance. I am tied to a chair with rope on my wrists and ankles; the room is solid concrete, muggy, and humid. I need my damn eyes to adjust so I can find a way out of here. Jones is dead; I remember that picture vividly in my head, so I am on my own now to figure this all out. But my question is, why didn’t they kill me also?
I heard a key in the door lock, and the hinges creaked open. That didn’t help my headache at all. When I looked up, my eyes finally began to adjust to see the big guy who had carried me to the SUV.
“Oh, look. The pig is awake.” He smirks.
“You can’t come up with anything more original than pig? What the fuck do you want? Why not just kill me so there is one less cop on the road?” I say, trying to get up from this chair, but failing.
The big guy leans against the door frame, laughing at me. “Boss said you were a feisty one, just like your mama. It must be the red hair.” My mom? What the fuck does my mom have to do with this?
He pushes off the door frame and starts to walk back out. “I am going to let the boss know you are finally awake. He would like to speak to you.”
The fuck is going on. My brain is going a thousand miles an hour, making it almost impossible to come up with a logical thought. Now, that big dude wants to say something about my mom. I swear this better be some terrible yo mama joke, or I'm gonna fucking flip out on his ass.
I have been sitting here for what feels like hours, waiting for something to happen. Anything to happen. Kill me. Don’t kill me. At this point, I don’t care as long as something is happening.
I dozed off for a bit and woke up to the sound of the key in the lock. I turn my head towards the door to see who the hell is finally coming in; after making me wait so damn long and sure as fucking shit, Lopez García himself steps into the room, followed by the big dude.
He turns around and shuts the door so softly that you barely hear the click of the latch.
“Hello, Olivia, " he said with an evil grin. I can’t even speak; I stare at him, anger and confusion running through my blood.
“You must be wondering how I know you. Well, you see… Your father and I go way back, and we have some unfinished business to take care of. You, my dear, happen to be collateral in this unfortunate situation.” Business with my dad? What was that even supposed to mean?
“My dad? What kind of business do you need with my dad? How do you even know my dad?” I am shaking from the cold room, or maybe it’s because I need to pee badly. Who fucking knows anymore?
“You see, your dad made a business deal with me and then backed out after the agreement was made. So I am getting payment for the inconvenience caused by his actions.” He studies his nails like a girl who just got her manicure done. “It’s extremely unfortunate that you had to be brought into this little misunderstanding, but business is business.”
“Dude! What the fuck are you talking about? My dad is just the president of a bank. What kind of deal would he strike with someone like you?” I spit at him, trying my hardest not to scream at him, but my blood is ready to boil over with anger. I don’t allow people to talk shit about my family. And here he is, calling my dad a liar to my face. Fuck him!
“Wow! I thought August was kidding when he said you knew nothing of what he was doing. The fact that you think he is just a banker is comical. He may work physically in a bank, but dear, your father is the furthest thing from a banker.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I screamed. I don’t know what he is talking about. My dad has been the bank president since Oliver and I were born. I have gone to the bank with him multiple times. I have seen his office. A regular fucking office, with a picture of the four of us on his desk and even a leather couch.
Lopez García pulls out his phone, completely calm, which makes me even angrier. “How about we give Daddy dearest a call? Shall we?” The next thing you hear is ringing.
“García, what the fuck do you want?” You hear my father’s voice on the other end, and García puts a finger to his mouth to shush me before I can say anything. I shut up because the last thing I need to do is scream and get shot. I don’t see big dude hiding in the corner, but I know he at least has his hand on his gun, ready to shoot me for any little mistake I could make.
“O’Connor! So nice to hear from you. I wanted to bring the proposition I sent your way that you refused back to the table and see if you would reconsider.”
“I told you. I am not going to be getting into the skin trade. It’s one thing to transport guns or drugs, but I draw the line at humans,” Dad sounds fucking pissed on the phone. What the fuck? Does Dad deal drugs and guns? Why the fuck didn’t I know that. How has this never been brought up?
“See, I was afraid you would say that, O’Connor. But I have something of yours that might change your mind.” He moves the phone towards me, “Go ahead, sweetheart, say hello to Daddy, dearest.” A deep chuckle comes from his throat as he finishes his sentence.
“Um. H-Hi, Dad.” I said with a stutter. I don’t even know what to think or say; my whole life has been a lie, and now I am collateral in this bullshit. I do know I need to get the fuck out of this dungeon.
“OLIVIA! ” My dad is completely freaking out right now. I hear something shatter in the background, and growling coming from my dad.
“Yes, Olivia is here with me. She is a pretty little thing, isn’t she? She would make me so much money for the right buyer.” He rubs his finger down my cheek, cupping my chin. I try to jerk my head out of his hand, and he squeezes my face tighter.
“Let her go. We will …” My dad sounds broken and desperate, and then Lopez García cuts him off.
“You see, O’Connor. I would believe you had you not backed out once before. So, I don’t trust you. Olivia will stay in my care until all the details are in motion. Don’t worry; I will take extra special care of her for you.” Before my father could speak, Lopez García hung up the phone and smiled at me.
“You see, sweet girl. Your daddy isn’t an innocent little Bank President. I never pegged you as the ignorant type. So, either you are stupid, or your father did a good job of hiding it from you. Especially knowing your brother is his right-hand man.” Oliver? Right-hand man? Why wouldn't he tell me? We don't have secrets. Well, I know I don't, but I guess I can’t say the same for my twin. Who else in my life has been lying to me? My hands are shaking, my fists are so tight, my knuckles are turning white, and my teeth are grinding so hard I might chip a tooth. I am just trying to hold it together at this point, but it seems like that is a losing battle as a tear rolls down my cheek.
“Tony, please get Olivia out of the basement, clean her up, and take her to her room, " He says as he walks out the door.
Tony turns towards me with an evil grin on his face and stalks towards me. He takes his knife from his hip and cuts the rope off my wrists and ankles, replacing the rope on my wrists with handcuffs, picking me up like I weigh nothing, and throwing me over my shoulder. The contact with his shoulder to my stomach takes the breath out of my lungs. He chuckles at my wheezing sounds as I try to catch my breath and then stomps up the stairs.