Alex
I practically march back to the truck. I am so pissed off that Adele kicked me out of the house. What the hell is she thinking? What was I thinking to even listen to her? No one gives me orders. I give the orders and yet Adele sent me out like a little bitch. Once I get back to the truck Maryann, Thomas, and Oliver are standing beside it all watching me. I notice Thomas and Oliver throwing glances at each other and Maryann’s eyes stay on me. I want to knock in the car window, but since we don’t have time to run off for stitches, I contain my anger. A few minutes later I see Thomas and Oliver look past me and I turn to see Frank headed towards us. I shake my head realizing that we are all out here and Adele is still in the house.
“Okay. We found her. She is in there,” Frank tells us and I roll my eyes and let out an annoyed smirk.
“I know she is in there. I was in there with her,” I tell him and he looks at Thomas and Oliver who shake their heads and look back towards me.
“What do you mean you were in there?”
“I sneaked into the bedroom and I talked to her. I am not leaving her here tonight, Frank. We need to come up with a fucking plan because I will not leave her here.” I let them all know as I pull my gun from my waistband. I cock it and start to walk away from them when Oliver grabs me by the shoulder.
“Let’s be smart, Alex. You can’t just walk into the house and shoot him,” Oliver advises and I look towards Frank and Thomas. I smirk and notice a slight movement and see Maryann turning away from us. I close my eyes realizing that she is an unwanted witness. I don’t think she would be mad if Garth was dead, but it’s never a good idea to leave a witness.
“Fine. You have five minutes to come up with an idea. That is all the time I am giving you.” I advise the group and turn back to face the house. I can’t believe that she is in there with him, while I stand out here waiting for Larry, Curly, and Moe to come up with a plan. Don’t get me wrong. I trust them with my life. I just don’t want to trust them with Adele’s. It's not their woman in that fucking house with another man. It’s not their woman who could be getting touched by that other man at this very second. They each may feel they have hours to get into that house, but for me, it’s only seconds.
“I can go in.” I turn around to the quiet little voice that just made this offer. I look up to see that Thomas, Oliver, and Frank have all stopped talking and we are all glancing at Maryann. She volunteered to be bait. Frank and I make eye contact and he shakes his head, not liking the idea. I walk over to Maryann putting my hand on her shoulder.
“Are you sure about this Maryann?” I ask her as Frank takes a deep breath and chuckles. He is going to have to get over it because if she wants to help Adele, she is going to help her.
“I am. You all won’t just sit out here and talk, correct?”
“If you all distract him, I can get inside the house.” I meet her eyes and realize that she is serious and wants to do this. I look back at Frank who doesn’t want to do it. I think about Adele and realize that we are going with Maryann’s idea and Frank will just have to be pissed.
Moments later I watch as Thomas grabs a brick and throws it through Garth’s window. We wait a few seconds while he comes running out of the house, with Adele behind him. Garth is so focused on his car, he doesn’t even notice that Thomas is hiding behind the bushes, less than a foot away. While Garth is having a temper tantrum over his broken window, Oliver and Maryann have sneaked around the bedroom window. I hope Adele didn’t lock it once she kicked me out, but if I know her she would have left it unlocked in case I had to come back. Once inside the house, Maryann and Oliver were supposed to slam the door shut so we would know they were inside. Frank and I stayed in the truck. We needed to keep Garth outside long enough for Maryann and Oliver to get inside. Every time he looked calm, Frank would shine the bright headlights on him. His attention would re-focus on the suspicious truck and he’d wonder if we had anything to do with the broken window. Garth finally reaches his breaking point and heads towards the truck. When he is a few feet from the truck, the front door slams and he turns around to head back to the house. I grind my teeth as I watch him grab Adele by the arm and walk to the door. I watch as he glances at Adele most likely advising her that they are locked out of the house. They walk around towards the bedroom window and I am sure they will climb in to find Oliver and Maryann waiting.
Frank and I head towards the house waiting for Oliver to let us in. When he finally opens the door for us, Garth is on his hands and knees trying to get up. I walk over to him and kick him hard in the stomach which causes him to gasp for air. When he tries to get up the third time, I grab his hair forcing his face into the wood end table and he falls onto his back. I sit on his chest, throwing vicious punches as blood starts to ooze out of his face and I hear the front door close. Thomas comes in with rope and tape as he, Frank, and Oliver look at me with bloody and bruised hands. Oliver pulls the chair to the middle of the room and I climb off Garth and pull him off the floor and toss him into the chair. Frank tapes his hands behind his back and ties him to the chair. He’s half unconscious since I just beat the shit out of him, so he doesn’t put up much of a fight.
We wait for him to come to, but he just sits there with his head hanging down. Oliver walks over to him and slaps him a few times across the face and after the fifth or sixth slap, he finally comes to. His eyes widen and then narrow as he looks at each of us. I walk closer to him wrapping my hands around his throat and all I want to do is choke the life out of him.
“You need to pay close attention to what I am about to tell you.” I grind my teeth as I tighten the grip around his neck. I can hear him gasping for air and with each gasp, I think my grip tightens.
“There are two women in that other room, who are both going to leave with us. If you even think about either of them again, we’ll come back and we won’t be this nice. Do you understand me?” I tighten my grip and I can feel him trying to shake his head. Is this mother fucker trying to disagree with me? I start to choke him and his face starts to turn red as Oliver pulls me off him. As I walk away rubbing my hand across my beard, wondering what in the hell do we’re going to do with this guy, Frank suddenly approaches him with a smirk.
“You are really a stupid bastard, aren’t you?” Frank ask Garth as he chokes gasping for air.