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Authors: Angela Jordan
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Fuck! I called Tony next,
“Sammie boy, I was just putting on my suit to get ready for your party.”
“Tony, they’ve taken Alana!”
“Who?”
“I don’t know. I’m headed downstairs to find out what’s going on. I need you to get the crew over here, now!”
“They’ll be there,” he said. I went out the front door, bypassing the elevator. My penthouse was on the backside of the hotel so that if I chose, I never had to come across a regular guest. That stairwell was the one I used now, taking the stairs three at a time and stopping on each landing to listen. My mind wanted to wander places that I didn’t want it to go. I had to stay focused. If they hurt her…
When I reached the bottom I hit the exit door. That took me out to a hallway that led to the business side of the hotel. It was late, Friday evening. There was no one in the offices as I made my way through them one by one. The last one I came to was the only one with the door closed. I tried the handle, but it was locked. I didn’t have time to give a shit about Marco’s property. With my silencer on, I shot the handle off the door and kicked it in. Marco and Carla were sitting back to back, each of them tied to their chairs…with their throats slit.
I didn’t have time to think about that right now. I moved on, making my way into the main lobby. When I eased open the door, I found it completely empty. It was like I was stuck in an alternate fucking universe. I’d only been home for half an hour. When I’d come through here before, everything had been normal. Now, I didn’t see a living soul. I briefly hoped that whoever did this had just herded them all into a room and locked the door, no matter how strongly I doubted that scenario after seeing Marco and Carla’s bodies.
I moved towards the front doors and in between the exit and the entrance doors where the phone the doorman used was, Frank. Frank was the old doorman, a cousin of Carla’s I think. Now he was dead and his blood had filled the space between the two doors. I felt like I was going to be sick. Not because the blood bothered me, I’d seen plenty of it before, but because the people who had done this had Alana.
I saw the boys driving up and as I stepped across Frank’s dead body, I realized that the hotel doors were locked. These bastards must have taken Marco’s keys and that was how they were able to access everything. I blew the lock off the front door and then started getting busy. I sent a few guys in to go floor to floor. I told them to send any guests they found in the rooms away…out the back doors and tell them that when this was over, they would be compensated for their time.
I left two guys at the front entrance and two at the back. Tony must have called Donny because his crew was there as well. I was doing all of this as if it was business as usual, the whole time fighting the swell of panic in my chest. I didn’t know where she was…I didn’t fucking know where to look.
I found Jon in the limo, in his usual spot. He had a bullet in his temple that had gone through the closed window. It looked like maybe he hadn’t seen it coming, and for that, I was grateful. I got into the car with a guy named Rico who was one of my best soldiers, just as my phone rang.
“Hello Sammie,” It was a voice from the past and like a ghost it sent a chill surging through my body.
“Cara? Where is she? What the fuck have you done with her?”
She laughed, it was a smooth, sensual laugh and I wished that she was standing right in front of me so that I could put a bullet in her head, the way I should
“Sammie boy, I was just putting on my suit to get ready for your party.”
“Tony, they’ve taken Alana!”
“Who?”
“I don’t know. I’m headed downstairs to find out what’s going on. I need you to get the crew over here, now!”
“They’ll be there,” he said. I went out the front door, bypassing the elevator. My penthouse was on the backside of the hotel so that if I chose, I never had to come across a regular guest. That stairwell was the one I used now, taking the stairs three at a time and stopping on each landing to listen. My mind wanted to wander places that I didn’t want it to go. I had to stay focused. If they hurt her…
When I reached the bottom I hit the exit door. That took me out to a hallway that led to the business side of the hotel. It was late, Friday evening. There was no one in the offices as I made my way through them one by one. The last one I came to was the only one with the door closed. I tried the handle, but it was locked. I didn’t have time to give a shit about Marco’s property. With my silencer on, I shot the handle off the door and kicked it in. Marco and Carla were sitting back to back, each of them tied to their chairs…with their throats slit.
I didn’t have time to think about that right now. I moved on, making my way into the main lobby. When I eased open the door, I found it completely empty. It was like I was stuck in an alternate fucking universe. I’d only been home for half an hour. When I’d come through here before, everything had been normal. Now, I didn’t see a living soul. I briefly hoped that whoever did this had just herded them all into a room and locked the door, no matter how strongly I doubted that scenario after seeing Marco and Carla’s bodies.
I moved towards the front doors and in between the exit and the entrance doors where the phone the doorman used was, Frank. Frank was the old doorman, a cousin of Carla’s I think. Now he was dead and his blood had filled the space between the two doors. I felt like I was going to be sick. Not because the blood bothered me, I’d seen plenty of it before, but because the people who had done this had Alana.
I saw the boys driving up and as I stepped across Frank’s dead body, I realized that the hotel doors were locked. These bastards must have taken Marco’s keys and that was how they were able to access everything. I blew the lock off the front door and then started getting busy. I sent a few guys in to go floor to floor. I told them to send any guests they found in the rooms away…out the back doors and tell them that when this was over, they would be compensated for their time.
I left two guys at the front entrance and two at the back. Tony must have called Donny because his crew was there as well. I was doing all of this as if it was business as usual, the whole time fighting the swell of panic in my chest. I didn’t know where she was…I didn’t fucking know where to look.
I found Jon in the limo, in his usual spot. He had a bullet in his temple that had gone through the closed window. It looked like maybe he hadn’t seen it coming, and for that, I was grateful. I got into the car with a guy named Rico who was one of my best soldiers, just as my phone rang.
“Hello Sammie,” It was a voice from the past and like a ghost it sent a chill surging through my body.
“Cara? Where is she? What the fuck have you done with her?”
She laughed, it was a smooth, sensual laugh and I wished that she was standing right in front of me so that I could put a bullet in her head, the way I should
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