“Gag her.” Pez ordered and Gunner walked towards her, grabbing Dani and placing duct tape over her mouth.
“No, please,” she managed to yell, before being abruptly silenced. Her eyes widened and pleaded with me to do something, her soul speaking to me and begging me from within. I turned away and I saw the light fade out of her as she realized that the one person who may have been able to save her had just turned their back on her.
She was bundled into the back of the van and cuffed at her ankles and wrists. I sat in the back unclear about what would happen next and I looked at the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to look into her eyes, eyes that begged for forgiveness and help.
We pulled up at a large house and Pez ordered me out of the van and left Dani inside, visibly shaking. Gunner walked behind me as I followed Pez and Gunner into a very grand house. I walked into the hallway quickly taking in the surroundings, polished oak floors stood out against the white walls, high ceilings and white marble pillars. I was led into the kitchen – possibly the biggest kitchen I had ever seen, all white gloss units lining the wall and a large island in the middle that would seat at least eight people – and down some stairs into a cellar, a cellar that had clearly been soundproofed and looked as if it was being used as a torture or sex chamber. I knew whatever came next was not going to be good.
Pez pulled a chair into the middle of the floor and ordered me to sit.
“Start talking. From the beginning and do not leave anything out.”
I tried to swallow but my throat was so dry I wasn’t able to. I was nervous and they both knew it.
“OK, so this is gonna sound bad but hear me out, Pez.” They both looked at me, arms folded, oozing pent up aggression. They were clearly pissed and just biding their time to serve me my punishment.
“I went to Ibiza as you know, and I sold all my shit there, as you know because you have that money. What I didn’t tell you was that I left two days earlier than you thought, so the delivery was arriving when I was away and I gave Dani the pin to my safe where it was all kept. We’ve been together a year, so I trusted her which I now know was a mistake. She saw a picture of me with a busty chick in a nightclub and she lost her shit and flushed all of the drugs down the toilet. She’s young and stupid and didn’t have a clue how much they were worth. That’s it from start to finish. I tracked her down in Germany and I’ve had her here for almost a week and the fucking mother of hers refuses to pay up. I’ve tried and I know I’ve fucked up, but in my defence, I’ve never brought any trouble to your door, I’m loyal and reliable and you know that I’ve never let you down in the past.” I was grovelling but I didn’t care. Gunner grunted and shifted his weight about waiting for the go-ahead to come forth and pummel me. Fat bastard, fat muscly bastard, I thought.
Pez walked around silent, hand on his chin, stroking an imaginary beard. My heart was beating like a herd of wild horses and I could feel myself shaking. Fuck only knows how Dani was feeling, bound and gagged in the back of their van, and even though I’d done the same to her, it felt different somehow. I guess I knew that deep down I was never really going to hurt her. I wanted to frighten her enough to get the money out of her and that was it.
Pez pulled up a chair and sat opposite me, staring me out, enjoying my nervousness, which I’m sure he saw as weakness.
“Bench, Gunner.” And as quick as the words were out of his mouth, there was a wooden bench similar to a joinery bench slammed down in between myself and Pez. I started to feel as if I was in a gangster movie and I knew that I was about to learn the hard way not to mess with the big boys.
“See, the thing is, Luke, I’ve always liked you deep down. You’ve got swag and you do deliver as you say, and up until now, we’ve never had a problem. HOWEVER, you have fucked up big time, you broke the code, bro, you allowed someone else access to MY profits and, as a result of that, I do have to teach you a lesson. I will teach you never to trust anyone again when it comes to my profits, and I will teach you never to fuck with me again. Put your hand out like a good boy.”
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