We got another message from Pedro. This one stating that he would allow the girls to leave if we handed over certain things like guns and drugs, contracts with other families and shit, like we could even do that. My wife said to wait, so we’re waiting and that’s that. Nico wants to at least go to the location in three days time to see if maybe he can just kill Pedro there and be done with it, but I already suspect that the fucker wouldn’t show up himself. No, that would be stupid to face the men of the women you’ve stolen and tortured. He’d most likely send some donkeys, who would inform him. we’re trying to trick him, and our girls would pay for it. No, instead we’re just going to ignore it and pray Ariana and Isla are making some headway in their plans.
Isla
It’s been three days since I’ve left the cell or seen Mom. At least I think it’s been three days based on the one meal a day I’m given. Lola has been back twice now, and I’ve managed to find out that her family is being threatened and that’s the only reason she’s here. Along with many others as well. Some are here on their own greediness, but there are others that don’t condone what’s happening and she’s been in contact with those people to let them know when shit goes down, to fight on our side. She hasn’t been able to see Mom, apparently her cell has been a lot more restricted for access with only two guards actually willing to go inside to give her food, thanks to her brutal nature being widespread information. Fucking pussies. She got me the information I needed though, a hair pin and two small pocket knives that I’ve kept between my legs, just waiting for the right time. I’ve had a lot of time to think about how we’re going to get out of here, and I smile at the thought. It’s going to be a fucking bloodbath. I sit in the corner of my room, eating my bowl of pissy cold porridge, contemplating all the ways to kill a man when my head starts to feel fuzzy, the plastic bowl slips from my
fingers and doubles on the floor in my vision. Mother fucker drugged me, again!
“Isla…Isla…sweet heart, it’s time to wake up now.” My mothers soft voice fills my ears.
“Ten more minutes, Mom.” I mumble out, refusing to open my eyes.
“Isla. We don’t have ten more minutes. Open your opens.”
I
groan
and peel my heavy eyelids back, vaguely aware of cold water on my feet. I blink my eyes in the dark, not being able to see a single thing, and I try to wiggle my heavy limbs against the effect of the drugs that are wearing off but with no
such luck.
“Where are we?”
“Some sort of a big food vat. I think. Either way it’s filling up with water. Are you tied down on a chair?”
I quickly realise that it’s not the drugs that are the problem with me, it’s the fact that I am actually tied down.
“Yeah, you?”
“Yup.”
“I have a couple blades in my pants. Try/and scoot over here.”
Nico.
I’m fucking fuming! I told Luciano we should have gone to the meet spot today, and now that we haven’t, we’ve been delivered with another video and a/timer. It starts with a very unconscious Isla and Ariana being carried into a large tank from a door at the bottom. The camera this time shakes as if someone holds it and it has sound now. It follows them as they’re thrown onto wooden chairs and tied down with ropes. Then the men leave, the door shuts and Pedro is seen smiling sadistically as he turns a big red metal value handle and the sound of running water fills the hotel room as the TV
screen plays out the scene of my heart breaking. “You had your chance.” Pedro’s voice grates through my ears. “But 1’11 give you just one more. This tank will fill in less one hour, where your precious little women will effectively drown. Take – what I want to the location, and I’ll stop the water, or don’t.” He shrugs, walking off the camera as it seems to be placed down on a sturdy surface and a small egg timer is placed in front of it, clicking down the hour. We’re too far from the location point to reach there within the hour and even if we did, we can’t trust that he won’t kill them anyway. One hour. That’s exactly how far we are from the asylum. The brain can last without oxygen for three minutes. So if we leave now. follow the tracker on Ariana through the building, we might just be able to get them out in time. Just.
I must have been muttering this out loud, because as I grab my guns and holster them, Luciano, Tony, Luca, Matteo, Jose and Mason are all doing the same. Each one holds the same look in their eyes. It’s time to save our girls.
1
I jump in the drivers eat of my car, barely waiting for Luciano and Mason to shut their doors as I hit the gas, sending gravel and dust flying as I push the speed limits. Luciano is already on the phone, directing more men to our destination and giving out rough orders as he scrambles to make a plan of action. It’s obvious that there is no time to properly plan, this is happening, and it’s happening now. I try not to but I cant help to imagine Isla waking up surrounded by water. What if the chair doesn’t float? What if it falls over? What if she can’t undo the ropes and she’s already drowning. No, no, no! I smack the steering wheel as I try to shake off those thoughts. She’ll be alive when I
