Briella
They’re fine. They’re okay.
I keep chanting this over and over in my head praying for it to be true. We haven’t heard back from our guys since the gun shots went off and looking at Colby I know he’s just as worried as I am.
“I’m gonna kill you.” I growl causing the Mayor to laugh.
He may think I’m kidding but nothing could be more truthful. Someday I’ll get him for all of this and he won’t know when to expect it. If he hurt one hair on any of their heads… I can’t think like that. Fuck!
An expensive looking white SUV pulls up to the dock as Gomez starts unloading the women and walking them to the boat. This seems too simple. Something else has to be coming.
“You will forget my name after this if you want to live your life… behind bars of course. I have friends everywhere, remember that Briella.”
I glare at him as he grabs the filthy whores hand and walks her to their getaway car. As they pass Gomez, she exchanges the murder weapon careful not to move the fabric to get her own prints mingled with Colby’s. His guards follow, jumping into the large van that brought us here and following as the Mayor speeds away, leaving us bound and framed on the doc. I try wiggling my hands to break free of the ties but all I manage to do is cut my wrists pretty badly. I’m starting to tremble as the outcome of this situation becomes grim… but then I remember my knife.
I look and see Gomez disappear onto the boat with another woman from the van. The Mayor is so sure of his master plan, leaving here with only Gomez to watch over us. That was his first mistake.
“Colby,” I whisper. “I have a knife attached to my thigh they didn’t check for. I’m gonna try and get it out to free your ties.”
Determination and hope lights his eyes when they lock onto mine. “Syd, try to move in front of us so you can cover our hands and give us warning when they’re coming.” Colby directs her as I try to grab my knife. My shoulders ache from the odd angle, but that’s something I can deal with later. I can see a fucking chiropractor when I’m not dead.
I groan through the pain as I finally get my hands on the base and pull it from the holster. “Turn around.” I Instruct Colby.
We’re back to back and I gently guide the knife between his zip ties, trying not to cut him in the process. We don’t need any more negativity on the already over piling plate of shit we’re dealing with.
“He’s coming.” Syd whispers and we turn to resume the positions we were in moments earlier. Gomez laughs as he walks by us carrying Colm’s lifeless body over his shoulder. I wish I could wipe that smug smile from his face.
“Say goodbye to your dad.” He laughs as if he said the funniest joke in the world. What a sicko.
When he disappears in the boat again we turn and get back to work.
It takes Gomez three more trips to the boat to finally get Colby’s hands free. When he grabs the knife from my hands we hear sirens wailing in the background.
“Shit, we have to get out of here.” Colby sounds anxious as he tries to turn me around.
“No, untie your feet. You need to run.” I try to convince him.
“What, no way. Turn the fuck around.” He roughly grabs my shoulder but I don’t budge.
“She’s right. Colby get the hell out of here and go check on the guys. There’s no time and if the three of us get arrested who the fuck will help them? GO!”
He looks at me with pain written all over his face when he finally frees his feet.
Tears form in my eyes at the thought of possibly never seeing him again. “Be careful.” I whisper.
“Always. I’ll come for you.” I nod my head knowing he can’t make that promise. He dips down and gives me a quick peck on the lips before disappearing into the night.
“Showtime freaks... What the fuck?” Gomez looks around in anger. He walks to me and Syd and shoves us face first in the dirt. “He’s a dead man.” He growls.
“Don’t you fucking touch him!”
Gomez grabs a fistful of hair and pulls me towards his hulking form. I’m helpless as his fingers tug painfully on the roots causing me to yelp from the pain. “Damn, I wish we had more time so I could show you what a real man’s like.” He licks the side of my face before dropping me back to the ground. “Have fun in prison.” His laugh takes on a crazy air before he grips a knife from the waistband of his pants and crouches before me. For a second I’m terrified I’ll be leaving this scene in a body bag… until he starts cutting the restraints on my hands. He shoves me roughly to the ground making my mouth slam into the dirt. I lift my head sputtering the grit and debris from my mouth and look over to see Gomez dropping the murder weapon with our prints on it next to Calvin’s body. Then he gets into his getaway car.
He never untied Syd.
“Fuck, what are we going to do Bri?” Syd asks.
“Pray Colby can find what he needs to help us.” I look around trying to figure out how I’m going cut the rest of our restraints. I notice my knife off to the side tucked away. Colby must have left it just in case… I could kill him. He ran to the aid of our team with no form of self-defense.
She nods her head as the first of the police vehicles comes to a halt behind us.
“If something happens to Cross… the last time I was with him I said…”
“Don’t think about it. You can make it right when we see him again.” After grabbing the knife, I can’t seem to make my hands work fast enough as we hear heavy feet pounding against the gravel getting closer. I get the last knot untied when we realize it’s too late.
“FREEZE… DON’T MOVE!”
I look one last time at Syd, unable to wrap my mind around how we got here. We’re the best of the best. Anyone who needs our line of work knows to go with one of our companies. They come to us because they know our reputation precedes us. How dare the Mayor use my family against me to frame us. How dare he tarnish the name we’ve worked so hard for by playing us this entire time.
When I meet up with him again, and make no qualms about it, we’ll meet up again, I’m going to annihilate him.
The police pull us to our feet and we let them escort us to the police cruiser. It’d be stupid on our part to fight them.
“Really, you think you can go around murdering people on my island and get away with it?” A detective is the first to talk to us throughout the whole ordeal.
“We didn’t do anything and we’re not talking until we have a lawyer.” Sydney states.
“If you want to play that game… fine by me. We’ll talk at the station.”
“Jones…” One of the cops comes over to talk to the detective. “Only one alive.”
I can’t help but gasp. What the actual fuck? Only one alive, did Gomez really kill all of them? I search for the nearest officer and inquire about the women needing to know without a doubt whether they were all dead. Those women were sisters, mothers, wives… FUCK!
“What women?” The officer looks at me like I’m crazy but I got the answer I needed. The only question left is where did they go after Gomez took them on the boat? I look over towards the boat willing it to be a lie when a man comes down the dock covered in a blanket escorted by an officer. They make their way towards us and I can’t help but watch their every move. Before he gets to us, me and Syd are roughly thrown into the back of a cruiser.
“He’s the only witness.” The officer states and I can finally get a good look at the man. It’s weird because I don’t remember any men being on that van other than Colby. I wonder if he was already in the boat before it was loaded.
The cops are talking amongst themselves when the man looks at me and I gasp. The resemblance is uncanny… it’s like looking into a mirror.
“Fuck.” Syd whispers next to me clearly on my level of thinking.
He leans against the car feigning exhaustion, but his mouths right next to the open window.
“I’ll get you out… sis.”
I know now to trust no one. I’ve made that mistake and I don’t plan on repeating it.