| Title: SPEED Author: Priscilla Chapter 7 I woke up around 11:15 p.m. and Dominic still wasn’t back. I was getting really worried, I mean, what if something happened? Dominic wasn’t even armed. I got up and walked over to the phone thinking about who to call. “Mia.” I said aloud to my self as I dialed her number. “What?” asked the other voice on the phone. “Mia?” “Yeah. Janet? Man where the hell have you guys been? I’ve been fucking worried sick. “You mean Dom isn’t there?” I asked knowing the answer. “No. Should he be?” she asked sounding just as worried as I was all of a sudden. “I don’t know where he is. He left about 2 hours ago saying he had to take care business, but I haven’t heard from him since. I’m scared shitless Mia, I got a really bad feeling about this.” “Listen don’t sweat it, he’s always pulling the same shit on me. He says he has stuff to do, comes back a couple of hours later like nothing happened. It’s just Dom being Dom.” “OK but if he’s not back in an hour I'm gonna go look for him. If he calls you or something I’ll have my cell phone with me so have him call me. “Alright. See ya.” “Peace.” I said and then hung up. I sat down and tried to wait the extra hour like I told Mia. But different possibilities about what could of happened to Dom kept popping up into my head, none of them good. I got up and paced back and forth trying to figure out what to do. I decided to go out and look for him myself. “Fuck it.” I said out loud as I put on my waist length leather jacket and pulled my door open. What I saw there stopped me dead in my tracks. “What the hell do you want Chris?” And make it fast cause I don’t have time to waste.” I said really annoyed at this turn of events. “Answers.” he said walking into my house as if he owned it. “Well I hate to disappoint you, really I do, but I have stuff to do so get out.” “You ain’t got a choice Janet.” he said smiling at me like if we were old friends. And then I saw what he was really smiling about. In his left hand Chris had a silver handle Chrome Automatic 45’ millimeter hand gun. The son of a bitch was threatening me! “The hell I don-” I said as I tried to push my way past him which was a mistake. He grabbed and pulled me down leading into a wrestling match, each fighting for control of the situation. I tried to move my legs and kick him but Chris being 145 pounds and 1% body fat there wasn’t much I could to stop him. When I was under him, the wall of solid muscle that was Chris, put both of his huge hands around my throat and started squeezing. I tried to punch and kick him again but nothing happened. Soon my blows started getting weaker and weaker. As everything went black, the only thing I felt sorry about was not saying goodbye to Dom. Title: SPEED Author: Priscilla Chapter 8 I woke up in this really crappy looking place. There wasn’t any furniture and as I looked around more I noticed that it was a warehouse of some sort. There was a television and VCR directly in front of me and I was hanging by my wrists from the ceiling and my ankles bound together. The more I squirmed, the tighter the ropes would get. My head hurt like hell and it hurt to breathe. Suddenly I heard a noise. It sounded like car engines, alot of them. Then the metal doors opened and about 4 cars and 5 bikes were all around me in a semi-circle. Directly in front of me was Chris‘s Millennium Testarosa. ‘That son-of-a-bitch sold me out!’ my mind screamed. My mind was quickly thinking of a way to get myself outta this in one piece and back to Dominic. I could feel the beating coming my way as Chris approached, a black baton in his hand. “Hi ya Janet. Or should I saw Mrs. Dominic Torreto.” ******************** Hours slowly ticked by as Chris slapped me here and there when he became frustrated with the answers he wasn't getting. See, it was like this, he would ask me a question about what kind of deals Dominic has in the East Coast and I would either tell him to fuck off or to go stick his dick in a light socket and see what "answers" he gets then. Chris had been asking me questions for the better part of three hours and I wouldn't tell him shit. He still hadn't used that baton but judging from the color on his face, he was close to it. "I'm gonna ask you one more time, bitch, where's the money Torreto got from the truck heist and where are the FUCKING CARS!?!" "FUCK YOU. I ain't telling you shit!" I screamed at him. I'm through selling people out. There was no way I was gonna hand over the man that I loved to Christopher Venniccio Malone so he could kill him. "Janet, Janet, Janet, you just don't know when to stop do you? DO YOU?" he screamed. I spit in his face. That was it "YOU FUCKIN BITCH! Chris yelled before he swung the baton like a bat right into my exposed rib-cage, thighs, both knee caps........ he was still hitting me when I pretended to black out. "This is pointless Malone. She's not going to tell us anything." someone to my right said. "That's where you're wrong Jonny. She knows." "Then why hasn't she said anything?" She doesn't know Boss." "ALRIGHT, alright, fine. But not without something to remember me by." I heard Chris's footsteps come closer and my heart sank. He put me on the floor and untied my ankles. 'He's gonna RAPE ME!!!' my mind screamed as he pulled my jeans off. There wasn't anything I could do. If I tried to fight him the others would either kill me or beat me so bad I'd wish I HAD died. I heard him unzip his pants and felt him part my legs. Then he was pounding into me. I had to fight all the emotions in my body that were telling me scream out in pain. It felt like I was being ripped apart. I heard him grunt as he emptied himself, thank God he had a condom on. Then he pulled out and turned me face down on the ground. "You got that on tape sweetheart?" he asked. "Yeah Chris. I got it right here now all I gotta do is transfer it onto a digital disk." a female voice said to my right. I knew that voice........who was that??? I felt something sharp on the small of my back and then I felt it slice through me. OH GOD he's carving something into me. All I could do was wait until it was over and not cry out in pain, pretending to be knocked out was my only way out of this. Finally the slicing stopped and Chris stepped away from me. "There... now she finally knows who she belongs to and so will Torreto." "You won't have to worry about him for long, I'm sure I can find something to keep us occupied." said that same female voice. Damn I KNOW that voice!! "What do you want to do with her boss?" "Dispose of the body in an alley or something if she's dead. If she's not, dump her somewhere close to her place. The surprise we sent Torreto should arrive before she can get to him anyways. Janet needs to understand that if I can't have her.........nobody can. Hurry up. MOVE." Chris barked to his cronies as they lifted me and carried me out somewhere. "What "surprise" was Chris sending Dom? I had to get to him.........and who was that woman??" my mind screamed. |