I awoke from a hard jerk when the truck came to a stop. When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but darkness. I had to blink a few times before I realized there was a black sack over my head. It smelled stale like old cigar smoke or like shit to me. I tried my best not to panic, I had to focus and keep my composure. I’ve had enough of these fucking assholes. The truck sat still for a while and I could hear voices talking beside me and up front. I tried hard to see through the little tiny holes that gave me a little breathing air but nothing… What the hell was going on? Who are they and where’s Charlie? He’s going to freak out when he notices I’m not there. The last thing I remember was locking up my office then lights out. Whatever is going on, they want me alive… I had two guesses to who they were taking me to.

“Aw Puto! Watch where you’re going! You almost hit that bus, you idiot!” screamed the passenger riding shotgun at the driver.

I lifted my hand to touch the back of my head but was stopped by the metal rings, handcuffs again… I didn’t feel them right away until I moved. With both hands I managed to rub the lump swelling in the back of my head from where one of them hit me. “I didn’t see the bus, jeez calm down! It came out of nowhere! I swear…” shouted the driver screaming back at the front passenger.

“You didn’t see the bus? How? I saw it a mile away! Just pay attention and get us there in one piece…”

The men up front continued to argue. Some in Spanish, the rest in English. The Syndicate sent the Latin Folks to get me? Didn’t know I was that special to them… Before they went around the bus, it announced the route it was taken. I heard, ‘Route 9 2nd Street towards Downtown’. That means we’re not that far from my office and I was only out for a short period of time. Good, I think.

The ride to where ever the hell we were going became quiet. All I could hear were the clicking noises of the blinker as the driver made a left then right twice. The truck started to slow down and come a stop. I could hear the driver jerked the gear selector upwards into park. I felt like this was my moment to speak up, “You know guys, all of this was very unnecessary. I would have came willing without being hit over the head and stuffed into a truck blinded and handcuffed.” I turned my head to the right even though I couldn’t see the person sitting next to me. “Kidnapping is a federal offense by the way…”

The henchmen sitting to my right shoveled me back into the person on my left. The guy to my left slowly pushed me back to the center. The truck doors opened to my right and the henchmen grabbed me by the handcuffs pulling me out on to the ground. “Shut up and don’t say another word.”

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Jeez at least the first time I got kidnapped, he was nice about it. “I was just saying, it’s not worth…” Before I could finish the same henchmen gave me a gut-wrenching punch to the stomach. It made me drop to my knees in agony. “Cheap shot asshole…” I said kneeling down holding myself. “It’s cool, I’m sure you’re a fucking nobody anyway!”

Still unable to see anything I heard one of them push his henchmen away from me. “The boss said unharmed. We’re here anyway. Let’s finish what we were told to do so we can get the fuck on, ok?” I couldn’t see the nod of agreement but it was obvious. One of them grabbed me by the arm and guided all of us inside somewhere. A building, I guess.

Immediately my nerves became harder and harder to control. What the real fuck was going on? Most importantly, how am I going to get out of this? I started dragging my feet and trying to listen out for anyone else who might hear me if I screamed. I heard nothing but footsteps and echoes surrounding me… It had to be dark inside because I couldn’t see absolutely nothing but pitch-black darkness. At least when we were outside, I could see daylight through the tiny holes. I had to base everything off the sound of echoes. The shuffling of their feet and how close together everyone sound. The guy grabbed my arm tight as he was guided me through hallways. He turned left then right… The hallways seemed to be not that long. As we continued to walk, I began to smell a strong scent of chlorine. That’s it, my natural flight or fight was kicking in. We had to be close to a pool… What the fuck for?

The overwhelming smell of chlorine burned my nostrils as I began to fight Shotgun back. He dragged me to a chair and forced me to sit down. Instead of opening my handcuffs and attach them to the chair, he added another pair to them. I felt he didn’t want to risk opening my cuffs and letting me getting away. If I had the chance, blind and all, I would take it. I screamed at them, “You don’t have to do this! At least tell me why I’m here!” My echoes bounced off the empty walls and no one answered me. I wasn’t going out like no bitch!

A few moments later, I could hear footsteps walking towards me. The stride and clicking sounds of heels to me there was no doubt in my opinion, a woman was approaching. She walked in my direction in a steady pace. The clicking sounds became louder as she approached. When she got closer, she stopped in right in front of me causing a whiff of air to brush past me. Immediately I recognized the scent, this bitch…

I felt the sack over my head loosen and slowly was pulled of my head. My eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the light plus I didn’t have my glasses. I’m sure they’re outside my office door since that’s where they snapped me. I blinked a few times again trying to focus on the woman’s face. I knew it…

I squinted my eyes and said, “You…”

She got closer which made me look up all the way. She almost touched my knees then she knelt down and got in my face, “Me…”