Trust Me II (67 page)

Silvano didn’t miss the disgusted look on
his captive’s face and snarled at her again as he walked in front of the chair she was secured to, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head backward to look into her stern, swollen face.

“You Americans act as though you’re above the rest of the world,” he said in a deep
, slightly slurred tone. “The only thing that has brought you this far is the money that husband of yours is going to pay for your release. The fact that you are quite beautiful is an added benefit. I usually don’t waste my time with dirty yanks like yourself, but you do wet a man’s appetite. Maybe you should try and change my mind about your kind; it seems to have worked on Ashford. How is it you bewitched a man like him and so quickly? You’re not his normal type, so that must mean your know how to use that tight body in many unique ways. Maybe I should allow you to persuade me as you have that stupid Brit?”

Sandra remained silent, staring at the man boldly and actually felt an exc
itement fill her limbs when he bent over her and unfastened the cuffs around her feet, then brutally yanked her up by the arm to stand in front of him. The chair tipped over as she stood, but he didn’t seem to notice. Silvano wet his lips with the end of his tongue again, yanking her head back with a fist full of her hair. He leaned into her and began kissing her exposed neck, licking a hot smelly path up across her good cheek as his fingers played with the strap that held the ball tightly in her mouth. The sounds of Sabrina’s soft sobs sounded from the chair behind them, as the man continued to bathe Sandra’s face with wet licks.

“Let’s see if I can figure a way of putting that smart mouth to work,” he said unfastening the strap and pulling the ball from her mouth. Sandra licked her lips
as she tilted her head and wiping her wet cheek on her shoulder. He looked at her through angry, drunk eyes and quickly lost his temper at her actions, striking her across the face again.

Sandra staggered back a step but quickly regained her composure, refusing to fall at the man’s feet.
A metallic taste touched her tongue and she knew her lip was bleeding, but she chose to ignore it. She turned an angry challenging stare back to the man as she forced the tears from her eyes. She locked her one good eye with the dark, blood shot ones in front of her and curled her lip in disgust.

“On your knees,
puttana
,” he growled at her, reaching down and unzipping his pants. “You’re going to show me how you please that bastard of yours.”

“With my hands tied? Not very sporting of you, now is it?” Silvan
o raised his hand with the pistol to strike her again, but she tilted her chin upward, bracing for the impact, but as she stared at him he seemed to lose a degree of his composure and lowered his fist. Instead he grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her to her knees in front of him. She felt the hard floor slam against her kneecaps and for a moment the pain threatened to make her collapse.

“Think I’m stupid enough to let you
lose?” he growled angrily as he began stroking his limp penis.

“Afraid?” she asked, her fingers working at the restraints behind her back,
finding the small safety switch.

“I fear nothing, much less an American
,” he snarled, wrapping his hand around her hair even harder as he lifted his penis toward her face. Instantly Sandra pushed the button on the cuffs, catching the man off guard as she reached in front of her with one hand, hitting his testicles with the full force of her fist while the other hand wrapped around the barrel of the pistol he held at his side.

Silvano
cried out in pain and fell to his knees as Sandra yanked the gun from his fat grip and stood, moving away from him. Sabrina watched through tear filled eyes, blinking in surprise at her sister-in-law’s bravery.

“Up,” Sandra ordered
him, feeling quite pleased at her calm even tone. She drew a deep breath to reign in her anger, silently thanking her grandfather again for teaching her how to shoot.

Silvano struggled to his feet, his hands cradling his throbbing testicles, his eyes locking with the woman pointing
his own gun at him. He looked dangerous and angrier then she had ever seen a man look, but that did little to intimidate this particular woman as she pulled the hammer back.

“You really think you can get away?” the man asked, his tone difficult to understand through his
thick, pain filled accent. “You still have Bachmeier to deal with.”

“That’s something I’m not worried about,” Sandra answered.

“He’s watching right now, you know?” He smiled, glancing to the cabinet in the corner beside him. Sandra looked to it and smiled. She knew from her visit here to meet with Miriam, they were indeed being recorded, provided there was a tape in the machine; the light switch that controlled them had been flipped to activate the camera hiding inside the credenza.

“Good, then he’ll know how easy it was to disarm you; maybe he’ll just tuck his tail between his legs and crawl back into whatever hole the two of you came out of.” Silvano growled
as he lunged for the gun, wrapping his hand around hers, but Sandra held tight, her thumb never once coming off the hammer. She lifted her knee and connected it once again with the throbbing pain in his already sore crotch. The man cried out, his hands cupping around his twitching penis, tears streaming down his red cheeks as he fell to the floor again.

“Get up,” Sandra ordered again
as she took a step backward away from him. Her tone was even and filled with anger as she watched him struggle to his feet, whimpering in pain. “Over to the bed.” She waved the pistol toward the large four poster bed and waited as he hobbled to it, sitting on the edge of the mattress. She waited until he was far enough away from them she could move without interruption then bent over slowly to push the safety button on the cuffs around Sabrina’s hands. She knelt down and unfastened her feet as Sabrina pulled the ball out of her mouth.

“Stretch out your arms,” Sandra ordered Silvano who was still cradling his swollen penis.
She handed the cuffs to Sabrina and narrowed her eyes.

“Cuff him to the
posts,” she ordered; the expression on her face warned Sabrina to not argue. The girl hurried over and cautiously slipped one cuff around the man’s large wrist. “Secure the other end high on the post,” Sandra instructed, the gun pointed at the man who glared at her. Sabrina quickly did as ordered, climbing on the bed behind him and lifting his arm above his head. She fastened the metal cuff as high on the post as possible before going to his other side, following the same actions.

“Gag him Sabrina,” Sandra instructed tossing her the
gag she had been wearing a few minutes earlier. “He can have mine,” she snarled, aware that the idea of sharing the same saliva as an American would aid in his irritation.

Sabrina
caught the ball by the strap without hesitation, feeling stronger and more confident with the man’s arms fastened tight; she strapped the leather bands around his head after only a moment’s resistance, making certain the ball was between his lips.

The two stood there for several moments trying to regain their composure before Sandra
eased the hammer back down, turning and walking cautiously to the door first. Silvano started grunting, trying to shake the heavy bedposts without success, then grimaced and raised his knees as a cushion against the pain radiating through his bruised penis.

Sandra
opened the wooden barrier and glanced nervously around; assured Bachmeier was not lurking outside in the dark hallway, they slipped quietly out of the room, closing the door behind them and began down the hallway. Sabrina glanced to her heels, hearing them scrap and click against the cold floor, then removed them silently, following Sandra down the corridor.

Bachmeier
’s voice could be heard from the office at the end of the hall; his tone angry as he shouted in the room behind the closed door. Sandra stopped and listened to the man, certain he was speaking to Creighton on the phone.

“I said fifteen million, not a pee less, or the bitches die.” Sandra narrowed her eyes, her jaw clenching
tight. The eagerness to burst into the room shooting like some Clint Eastwood film was overwhelming, but she fought the urge and listened for a few more minutes.

“You’ll never find us, you stupid moron,” Bachmeier shouted. “We’re in the last place on earth you would think to look. Now get the bloody money and do as you’re told. I’m giving you just two more hours, or you’ll never see them again.”

Sandra glanced around the hall looking for a place to hide or a way out, but found instead several wooden chairs sitting beside a wooden table at the junction of two corridors. She motioned to Sabrina to stay put and handed off Silvano’s gun then hurried to the chairs, bringing one back with her. She slipped the top support of the chair beneath the handle of the office door as quietly as she could and pushed it up tight, just as Creighton had done the night before their wedding when he snuck into his old room to be with her.

Assured the door was braced, she grabbed Sabrina’s hand, hurrying around the corner and looked down
another long hallway. There didn’t appear to be a way out, just more rooms each decorated with a different style of door. They turned and looked behind them to another hallway and saw the same thing. Dim security lights shone softly to illuminate the narrow corridors, but there didn’t appear to be a way out.

“What does that say?” Sandra whispered softly, pointing to a door halfway down the hallway they had just left.

“
Emmagasinage
,” she answered. “It means storage.”

“Let’s go,” Sandra said, leading the way to the room and carefully opening
the door. Inside were ceiling to floor shelves of cleaning supplies, toilet paper, bedding, candles and other miscellaneous items. Several boxes containing vibrators, dildos, whips, handcuffs and assorted sex toys lined the shelves near the back of the room. To the right behind the shelves was a small door, closed to whatever was hiding behind. Sandra walked to it and slowly opened the barrier, seeing a set of stairs leading down. Taking two candles and finding a box of disposable lighters, she motioned silently for Sabrina to follow and they stepped through, closing it tightly behind them.

Sandra lit the candles and handed one to her sister-in-law, carefully le
ading her down the dark stairs, feeling their way along the concrete wall until their feet touched the cold stone floor.

“Now what do we do?” Sabrina asked, looking around at the array of
unassembled furniture; lamps, tables, bed frames, mattresses and many, many sealed brown boxes. The room was barely sixty feet square and Sandra frowned as she glanced around the clutter for a suitable place to hide. It was filled with more items than her grandparents’ garage had been after she moved her stuff from storage into it.

“We’ll stay down here
. I doubt he’ll come looking this far, but if he does there are plenty of places to hide. Creighton and Andrew will be here soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. We just need to be strong and stay hidden until they get here.”

“What do you think Bachmeier is doing now? Do you think he’s figured out we’re gone?” Sabrina asked in a hushed whisper as she and Sandra moved to the
far side of the room, behind several tables and lamps, They sat down on a pile of blankets that had fallen to the floor and she tossed the shoes she had been carrying beneath a nearby table.

“If he doesn’t already, he soon will. Once he realizes the door is blocked he’ll know we’re free. It won’t take long for him to find
Silvano and come looking for us. It’s just a matter of time and hopefully Creighton will be here before that.” The two fell into a heavy silence as they considered all that had happened the past two days, silently praying for their own safety.

“I’m sorry for all of this,” Sabrina said after several moments. “Maybe if
we had set the alarms at the house, none of this would have happened.”

“It’s not your fault.
Bachmeier is crazy; I just don’t understand how Silvano fits into all of this. He has a very wealthy father, why would he want money from your brother?”

“
He has a gambling problem, Giovanni told me,” Sabrina whispered, looking at the gun in her hand before setting it aside. “Maybe he figures he can get the money from Crey since his father has cut him off.”

“What do you mean, cut him off?”

“Giovanni said The Don cut off all financial support a few weeks ago. He told Silvano to straighten out his personal life or he wasn’t going to get anything else from him. He was pretty angry from what Giovanni said.”

“Did Donato know about his gambling
problem?”

“He
has known about it for a long time but it was never as serious as it has been lately. It all came to a head when some men came looking for him. He owed them nearly fifty thousand euros. Donato paid them, but then he fired Silvano from the family business and told him to get a real job and start paying him back. Giovanni said he got drunk one night and tried to break into his father’s house. He started ranting and raving about him not being his blood father and how Donato hated him for it. They got into a huge fight and then he disappeared from Italy the next day. Giovanni said he had been really angry with you for weeks and was always talking about getting even, which might explain why he came after you.”