Page 42 of He Is Ours (Lovers in Crossfire #2)
"So, Sam, do you want to tell me the truth about what you and your brothers wanted with Rachel?" As he turns around, I see that the back pocket of his pants has a pair of needle-nose pliers; I'm not sure how I missed those, and also the wire cutters in the other pocket.
"I already told you, man. We were going to give her to the Italians to pay off a debt that Andrew had, so they didn’t come for us.
" He turns and looks at Alessio, trying to plead with him with his eyes.
I turn and look to see Alessio's reaction to the comments Sam is making.
Alessio turns and looks at Oliver, and shakes his head. I wonder what the fuck Oliver knows.
Oliver steps forward and grabs Sam by the shirt. His fist pulls back, then slings forward, punching him in the face. The satisfying crunch echoes through the basement. "I think it would be in your best interest to stop lying." He yells in Sam’s face.
"I-I'm not lying. That's what Tyler told us to do. Get Rachel and bring her back to the Italians, that's it, that's all I know." Oliver shakes his head and motions with his hand for Alex to proceed.
Alex stalks forward and goes to grab Sam by a small part of his arm that is not covered in rope, but before Alex’s hand makes contact, Sam turns and swings, catching Alex in the face with a solid hit.
My breath hitches, and I am off the wall, heading towards Alex.
How the fuck did Sam just get out of the ropes?
My feet stop when Alex turns and punches Sam back in the face, causing Sam to stumble back, blood now trickling down his face.
As Sam is still trying to gain his bearings, Alex swings and hits Sam in the stomach.
Sam buckles over and tries to catch his breath.
When I see Sam slowly start to stand back up, Alex grabs his head and thrusts his knee up into Sam's face.
Sam falls back onto the small bed, completely dazed, but not knocked out; he is still mumbling incoherent things.
"Oliver, Alessio, will you help me get him back in the chair? I am not sure how he got out of the rope, but it won’t happen again.
This fucker has gotten too many free shots on me, and I am done.
" I look at him, and he nods at me before heading towards the stairs.
"Oh, and if he gets his hands on Olivia at all, kill him," Oliver grunts his response as he drags Sam to the chair.
I roll my eyes, this mother fucker thinks that I can't handle myself.
I bend down and pick up the rope off the ground. I see the ends cut and fraying. How did he just cut that rope? I look up at Oliver, who looks down at the rope also.
He starts feeling all around Sam's body for something that he could have cut the ropes with. Finally, he pulls out a small silver razor blade that shines in the shitty lighting, from where Sam was seated. He spins it in his fingers before throwing it towards the corner of the room.
“You won’t be doing that bullshit again,” Oliver growls at Sam.
Alex returns to the basement a few minutes later, now out of his uniform and wearing basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt, with several other items from his toolbox in hand.
I can’t tell what they are. He is whistling a tune as he walks towards the table.
Oliver has Sam's hands in his grip, so nothing happens to anyone while he has some freedom.
"Oliver, keep hold of his arm while I get these zip ties around his wrist. Alessio, will you grab the other wrist for me? ” Oliver and Alessio both nod.
Alex sets the bag of thick black zip ties on the ground in front of Sam.
He grabs a couple and starts to work on the arm that Oliver has.
I turn and grab some zip ties and start on the arm Alessio is holding.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, little O'Connor." He murmurs. I look up at him, shocked.
"Who the fuck are you calling little?" I smarted back. I am Oliver’s Twin, to be exact, I am three minutes older than he is.
"Before you get your panties in a wrinkle, I am just stating the fact that Oliver is physically bigger than you." I nod, still angry, grab my zip tie, and continue to tie his wrist to the chair.
"Oh hell no, give me that!" Alex says as he grabs the zip ties from my hands.
"I can put a fucking zip tie on his wrist, Alex, I am pregnant, not broken. Look!" I make an exaggerated show about twisting my wrists and opening and closing my hands. "Everything works as it should."
Alex grabs me by my throat and brings my face only a centimeter away from his.
"I know you are not broken, Azúcar, but you are pregnant with my fucking child, and I will not let the fucking Starr brothers hurt anyone else that is mine.
" Alex's voice is low and growly. I have to squeeze my legs together because, regardless of where we are, I am still turned on when he gets all possessive Alpha male on me.
"Yes, daddy," I say with my sweetest, most innocent voice.
I hear Oliver and Alessio groan behind us.
Alex growls at me like a dog, before he leans in and whispers in my ear, “Keep calling me daddy and I swear to god I will let your brother and his boyfriend take over the torture and I will be torturing
you instead."
"Don't tease me with a good time," I swear, I love being a switch, I can be a brat and dominate. And when Alex takes control, I am more than willing to hand it over to him, but that doesn't mean I will make it easy for him to hold on to it. I am always a brat when I am not in charge.
"Are you two going to fuck, or are we going to get answers out of this asshole?
" Oliver says. We break apart and turn back to Sam, who is now completely tied to the chair by his wrists and ankles, and can't go anywhere.
He is slowly starting to come back to earth from the fucking beating his head just got.
"Oh, goodie, zip ties! Kinky." Sam says as his head sways from side to side.
"You know, for a man who is tied up, you talk a lot of shit."
"If I am going to die, I will die with a smart ass comment on my lips as I go." Ain't that the fucking truth.
"Alright, Sam." Alex pulls off his shirt, and I can’t help the drool that leaves my mouth. I wipe my mouth and try to keep my face neutral.
"So tell me, what were you planning on doing to Rachel?" Alex asked, but Sam just turned his head away from Alex.
"You don’t want to talk to me?” I grab his chin and make him look at me.
“That’s ok, because I have all night. I can be down here with no worry in the world.
I know my girls will take care of each other.
" Alex walks back over to the wall and leans against it, crossing his arms, propping his foot up.
I have no idea what to do, but I need to come up with a plan to get Sam to talk and get some answers. There is only one man here who knows the other side of the story. Alessio.
Alessio has not said he was working with the Starr brothers, but I saw them together. I wonder what they were talking about.
"Hey Alessio, do you mind if we have a chat?
" I jerk my head to the side towards the stairs; I would rather not have this conversation near Sam.
He nods in response, then looks back at Oliver.
They make eye contact for a split second before he heads up the stairs.
I look over at Alex, who is still standing against the wall, his eyes on me.
I smile at him and then turn, following Alessio up the stairs.
When we are in the kitchen, I close the door to the basement.
"What's up?" He looks at me with soft eyes, you would never know that he is in the mafia by the way he looks on the outside.
Yes, he is all hard body and sharp edges, but he is quiet and doesn't constantly wear a resting bitch face; he is usually smiling.
"When Oliver and I first went into The Silver Serpent, we saw you and some other guys sitting with the Starr brothers. Can I know what that is about?" He nods in understanding, recalling the time when we were in his casino.
"They were just asking about getting jobs at the casino to pay back Andrew's debt." Okay, so there is a debt. What debt did he owe?
"What was the debt?" He shakes his head.
"You don't want to know that. It's not pretty." This sparks my fury, and I grab him at the collar of his white button-up shirt.
"How about you don't tell me what I want to know. If it involves Rachel, then yes. I do, in fact, want to know." I spit the venom from my teeth.
"Andrew was going to give us Rachel for drugs." I blink at him, shocked. I was expecting something crazy, but that's the stupidest trade I have ever heard of.
Alessio senses the confusion and holds up his hands in surrender.
"Let me explain. He told us that Rachel was going to school to become a defense lawyer.
We could always use one of those on our side.
He also wanted drugs, but didn't have the money for them.
So he asked if we would take her for drugs, and we said yes.
As you are well aware, we didn't end up taking her.
" I nod, my stomach is in knots. I can't believe someone would actually do that.
Scratch that. I can absolutely see Andrew doing that. "So he got the drugs?" Alessio nods at me and then starts to smooth out his shirt like he just realized that I was holding it.
"Okay, so you obviously took them up on the offer because Sam was one of the blackjack dealers the second time we came in." He nods again. Causing my fury to spike even more. I swear, people with few words irritate me.