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into one of the radios: “Red’s driving up now, everyone
get ready.”
    Who the hell is Red?
    Still not moving, I strain to hear
whether or not anyone is talking outside of the room. There’s the sound of
footsteps, and then someone else is in the room.
    An older sounding, but still intimidating
voice booms: “Nice of you to join us Miss Taylor.”
    Funny.
    I hear the sound of an office chair
on wheels being moved back and the air squeezing from the cushion as the person
belonging to the voice sits.
    “I have been waiting for this day
for quite some time now. You have caused a lot of mess for me. I don’t really
care for mess Miss Taylor.”
    I don’t move. I don’t say anything.
    I hear the sound of fingers
snapping. Footsteps approach me, and the pillow case is ripped quickly from my
head.
    I look around quickly at the room.
It’s an office of some sort. I look at the man who removed the pillow case. A
much shorter man, stocky rather than strong. He has a sinister look on his
face. Daring me to move. His hand is resting on his gun.
    I look back to the man ‘Red’. He’s
older around the same age as the woman who was driving the van here. He looks
familiar though. Something about him. I know him. I just can’t remember where I
have seen him. His eyes are honey brown. I have seen these eyes. Many many
times. But who do they belong to?
    Then I remember. Her small chubby
face. Josslyn. But why does he have the same eyes as my niece?
    As if he can read my thoughts the
man leans forward and speaks in a lower tone “I suppose you don’t know how I
am, do you?”
    I shake my head
    “Well, my name is Red Kennedy. You
might know my daughter Ashley?”
    Shit, this is Ashley’s dad
    My stomach drops. I can tell my
face visibly pales because Red tells me to ‘relax’.
    How is one supposed to relax when
in a situation such as this?
    “Unfortunately, my daughter hired
your boyfriend’s services. Which wouldn’t be an issue, if it weren’t for the
fact that my daughter also went to one of my men for the job. When Mr. Corvus
decided he fancied you, he killed the man who held the other contract. That man
was my right hand hit man. He was the best I had. Which does not make me very
happy.”
    He continues: “I don’t give a shit
what my crack head whore of a daughter does. I disowned her when she failed to
convince your loser brother to agree to the adoption of that brat to one of my
connections. We were offered $5.3 million for a baby girl with my blood ties. A
long term debt you could say. When that boy decided to ignore the offer… well
that put quite the damper on my long term plans. I know you played a part in
him believing he could actually raise a baby on his own. So now I have 2 very
large problems that all surround you.”
    I remain silent
    “SO now, I have to keep you. Until
your boyfriend can come up with $5.3 million and I want his most valued
employee. I also want his brother’s club and for him to call off the guards
that are keeping my human trafficking business out of business. You see before
Ryan and Dean Corvus took over, Matthew Corvus and I had an agreement. I turned
a blind eye to his shady dealings and he turned a blind eye to mine. Since I
have been unable to transport things have been tight financially.”
    I look around the room. This place
is fancy, even just in the office. The suit that Red is wearing is expensive. This
man isn’t hard up for money. He’s just an asshole.
    Red can tell what I am thinking
obviously because he jerks forward quickly and slaps me across the face
“Disrespect will not be tolerated Miss Taylor.”
    “As I was saying. Your boyfriend
and his brother own the underground business’s in this town. Matthew had the
largest cut of everything. Since he died, my pieces have been dwindling. I have
had to rely just on the drug cartel aspect of things, which isn’t quite
satisfying my appetite if you know what I mean.”
    Of course I don’t. He knows I don’t
know