A note from the Author
Please note that this story contains violence, and may not be for the faint hearted.
Regards
Bazzza
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Angelina Manzoni shivered involuntary and pulled her heavy jacket tightly around her, the temperature dropped dramatically as she stepped from the warm elevator into the basement car park. Her office twenty three floors above was warm and comfortable, and it was almost with reluctance that she had to leave it. But she'd already put in an eleven hour day, and even a workaholic like her deserved some fun time. The car park was quiet as she walked towards her new BMW Z4 convertible; the top was going to stay up tonight; that was for sure. The burgundy sports car was just a little indulgence; normally she'd never squander her hard earned money on such an extravagance, but had fallen in love with it the minute she first laid eyes on it.
She took no notice of the black van parked beside her Z4; she calmly walked to the driver's door with her keys in her hand as she'd done many times before. The central locking provided its usually reassuring clunk as she pushed the button on the keyless remote. What Angelina didn't hear was the side door of the van slide open, and the soft rubber soles of the two men touch the concrete floor. She was seized roughly from behind and had no time to yell as her light body was swiftly dragged backwards into the van. As the door closed, the engine was started and the van began moving innocently towards the car park exit. And in those few short seconds, Angelina's Manzoni's life was to change forever.
Angelina was a strong young woman, and she lashed out at her assailants with arms and legs, she felt some satisfaction when her heeled shoes struck flesh and bone, and the resulting grunts of pain. But her world went suddenly dark as a blanket was thrown over her, and the unmistakable weight of another human being pinning her to the carpeted floor.
"LET ME GO." she screamed at the top of her voice while continuing to struggle violently.
Her resistance was met with two stunning blows catching her on the face and the back of her head, and she slowly began slipping from consciousness.
"Shut up and keep still, or you'll get more of the same." came the hard raspy voice of a male smoker.
It would be many hours before Angelina opened her eyes again, the pounding of her head initially limiting her ability to take in her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was the handcuff around her right wrist. Her half closed eyes traced the long chain from the cuff to the other end which was fastened to the metal frame of the bed she was lying on. Her eyes moved around the room, it was large and old with peeling wallpaper and paint, the bed was the only piece of furniture in the room. A closed sturdy looking door stood at the far side, there were no windows. Above her, an un-shaded light bulb glowed diligently. Angelina tested the chain; it rattled loudly but held securely to the bed, she got to her feet and leaned back hoping to break free, but it was to no avail. Realising she was going nowhere fast, Angelina climbed back on the bed and finally let the tears of fear flow down her pretty face. It didn't take long for her thoughts to turn to her father; for all this was no doubt attributable to him.
Teddy Manzoni, apart from being Angelina's father, was a made man in the underworld of crime, a man well versed in making money from girls, gambling and extortion, but mainly narcotics. His reputation of being a violent man wasn't to be scoffed at, for he was both cunning and ruthless. Angelina's home life disintegrated at the age of nineteen when she brought her latest boyfriend home. For some reason it was hate at first sight, and later that night Teddy beat her boyfriend to a pulp after a few heated words. Angelina left home that night, and hadn't spoken to her father since. She hated him for the man he was, brutal and unforgiving, and for making her mother's life a misery. Angelina had since made her own life, away from the family with the exception of meeting her mother once a week for lunch. Life had been good until now, and what was all this about she wondered, and how was all this going to end? Angelina soon lost track of time, she dozed lightly hoping that when she woke; it would all be but a dream.
Unbeknown to Angelina, a sequence of events that led to her abduction started just six nights previous. Teddy Manzoni always guarded his turf with ambitious determination. He controlled the local flow of narcotics, the local dealers and the distribution. He kept his ear to the ground with numerous informants that were paid well for any information. It was only a matter of time before he was made aware of the influx of a little cocaine on the streets by an unknown group with a little entrepreneurial ambition. When Teddy learned of a meeting to handover two hundred grand in exchange for a quantity of coke, he and his soldier's gate crashed the party, and took both the cash and the coke. And then just to make it a real fun party, a brutal bone breaking beating was handed out all attendees to discourage any further such trespasses.
The only one lucky enough to escape the beating was a Mickey Dowd. Mickey had been waiting in a stolen car ready to make a quick getaway once the transaction had been completed. While he'd missed the beating, there was now the problem of the missing money and coke, either of which could cost him his life as both debts would have to be repaid. It was unfortunate for Angelina; that one of Mickey's so called friends had gone to school with her. While Teddy Manzoni proved untouchable with all his twenty four hour protection, Angelina was easy to track down, and a little plan was quickly hatched and put into action. It really quite simple, kidnap Angelina and exchange her for the money and the coke, and maybe with a little interest added in for good measure.
Angelina heard footsteps and then the snapping back of the door bolt, the door opened and a man entered. Her eyes were drawn firstly to the black balaclava covering his face, then the green woolen jacket, the dirty black jeans and the well worn unlaced brown leather boots. He was tall and wiry with long arms and big hands.
"What am I doing here?" she asked.
"Your father has something of ours, we want it back. He delivers and you go free. If he doesn't, well, you don't want to think about it."
Angelina recognized the raspy smoker's voice; he was one of the men that abducted her.
"He'll pay, I'm sure he will."
"That's good. You need to behave yourself. There's some rules you need to know. Do as you're told, and don't try and remove this." he said pointing to his balaclava. "If you see any of our faces, you'll not get out of here alive. Understand?
"Yes."
"And no screaming; no one will hear you. There's no one around for miles."
Mickey gazed down at Angelina and took in her beauty, even in her petrified and disheveled state, she still looked desirable. Her dark hair was long and wavy, her face pretty as a picture. His eyes dropped to her jacket, the swell of her breasts visible under her jacket. A tight black skirt fell past her knees, but the shape of her thighs held his attention for many seconds. Angelina cringed in fear, for she could tell what those big eyes were thinking, and it didn't bode well.
