Reno turned around and winked at my sister. “Good girl.” He smiled.
Holy shit. Reno was either trying to annoy me or he had a hardon for my little sister. I really hoped he was trying to annoy me.
Claire looked uncomfortable. Just then my cell rang. I looked at the number and it was Prosper. Smiling, I handed the phone to Claire.
“Hello?”
I watched as her eyes turned bright with tears and she whispered,
“Been a long time Prosper.”
I decided to leave them to their conversation while I went to the back yard shed in search for the keys to the house.
“Be right back.” I said to Reno. “I’ll go around the back and open the front the door, then when Claire gets done talking to Prosper she can come in.”
He took a look at the house. “What’s up with the mail falling out all over the place? Didn’t you put a stop on that shit?”
“Yeah, that is kind of weird. Maybe that’s what came in before I put a stop on it. Anyway, no one ever comes down here. I’ll be right back to open that door.”
“I’ll come with.” Reno was moving to get out of the car.
“No. Why?” I was opening the car door.
“White on rice.” Reno was moving to shut off the car.
I touched his hand to stop him from turning off the ignition. Then I pulled it back fast realizing what I had done.
“Don’t turn off the car. Let Claire relax in the air conditioning and finish her conversation.” I said.
I turned to watch her. She was speaking in her quiet way with a small smile of wonder on her face. I knew that Prosper had put her on speaker and Pinky was joining the conversation. She saw me and put her index finger to indicate that she would be just a moment longer. I shook my head to tell her to take her time and pointed to the house. She nodded her understanding and then was back to answering and asking questions.
Reno took a minute to assess the situation. Thing seemed cool with the house and when he looked in his rearview, Raine’s little sister was smiling into the phone. It had been a long day waiting that’s for sure. He put his head back on the head rest and closed his eyes for a moment enjoying the quiet noise of Claire’s soft voice talking into the phone.
After what seemed like a half of a second, He felt someone lightly shake him.
“Reno?”
It was Claire. Reno jerked awake and looked at the dash clock. A little over twenty minutes had passed since he closed his eyes and Raine had gone into the house.
“Yeah?” Reno was turning off the car.
“Where’s Raine?” Claire asked.
“Went in the house when you were on the phone.” Reno answered
“Yeah, I know that, but I thought she said she would be out in a minute. Seems more than a minute, I’ve been on the phone a while.” Claire said.
“What she said was she was gonna find the keys and open the front door for you.” He had his handle on the door getting ready to open it.
“Front door hasn’t been opened.” Claire had her hand on the door handle too.
Reno got out first. Claire looked at the house. As much as Raine had tried to keep things from her, Claire had grown up in the same exact environment as Raine. Actually, things had been harder for Claire in some ways because she had that much less time with their mother and the quasi home life stability having a mother had provided.
From an early age, Claire had watched Raine watch people. Raine seemed to have a natural instinct of knowing the good from the bad. Claire knew that and trusted Raine implicitly. Claire loved her with all her heart.
Claire had also grown up being terrified of losing Raine. Terrified of losing her. So while Raine was watching for secrets, Claire had been watching for anything in a situation that was out of place, or looked like it didn’t belong or could be a danger sign for Raine. Claire had been the one to find both loaded guns that their father had hidden in the house.
Claire had been the one who had secretly gone to Prosper and told him she was having nightmares when her mother was dying even though she wasn’t. She had done that, because even at the age of four and a half years old, she had known that their home was becoming a place that wasn’t safe for her and Raine and that somebody besides her had to know that. After that, Prosper had stayed at the house every night until their mother died. It was Claire who had done that. Claire had been looking after Raine in that way, almost as long as Raine had been looking after Claire. Only nobody knew it.
Raine had handed the cell off to Claire almost exactly at the same time they had pulled up in front of the house. Claire had felt something was off instantly but then her sister given her the phone and Prosper was on it. Claire had been swept back to another time and place upon hearing his voice. She had stopped paying attention.
Now she did a full sweep of the house with her eyes.
It was the curtains.
They were never, ever closed. Gram had fitted the large front windows with three pieces of beautiful stained glass. Their grandfather had bought them at an auction. They filled up the front parlor window panes with jeweled shades of glittering crystal. When the sun shone through them the colors danced like a soft kaleidoscope against the dark paneling on the walls. In the evening you couldn’t see through them to the inside of the house even if the interior lights were on. The curtains on either end were really just to frame the stained glass and were never pulled.
They were pulled now.
Claire jerked open her door and made a run passed Reno towards the side gate that led to the back of the house.
Claire felt an iron band wrap itself around her waist, lift her off the ground and toss her about five steps back. The iron band stayed on her until she regained balance.
“What’s got you running like a bat out of hell towards the house, Sugar?”
Reno was standing too close to her. She stepped back. Then she pointed to the curtains.
“Those are never closed, ever.” She motioned to the house.
Reno’s eyes followed Claire’s shaking arm to look at what she was pointing at.
“Never?” He raised a brow and was reaching for something in the waist band at the back of his pants.
“Never.” Claire said with all the urgency she felt.
“Get in the car.” Reno had a gun in his hand and was turning towards the back of the house.
“I’m coming with.” Claire started to move with him.
Reno turned on her, his face screwed up with frustration. Claire held her ground but her face paled.
“Raine might be in trouble.”
Exasperated, Reno reflexively raised his free hand to run it through his hair. When Reno did this, Claire knew he was going to hit her.
Claire recoiled and moved her head back and out of the way quickly. But with great effort, she stood her ground.
What the fuck was that flinching shit all about? Reno wondered.
Claire colored, looked toward the house and began walking quickly that way.
Reno started to grab her arm, then thought better of it. So he stood in front of her instead.
“You’re wasting valuable time little sister. If Raine’s in trouble, I’m handling it. You being there, you just be in my way and something else for me to worry about.” Reno stood his ground. “If I’m not outta there in five you get the fuck out of here and press four on the cell. That’ll get you right to Prosper. You let him know what’s going on. You know how to drive a stick?”
Claire nodded. Reno threw her the keys. “You feeling me Claire? It goes bad, you get your little ass outta here.”
Claire flushed but didn’t move.
Jesus, her and her fucking sister. Never listened, neither of them.
“Now move and get in the fucking car, Claire or I’m going to change my mind. Then I’m going to pick you up and lock you in the damn trunk.”
Reno took a step towards her.
Claire moved quickly to the car and Reno threw the cell to her. Then he
sprinted to the back of the house.
*****
I had left Claire and Reno in the car together, hoping it wasn’t a bad idea. Not sure what Reno was up to, or if he was really up to anything. It could be that he had just been in a bad mood for the past month and the six hour trip to pick up my pretty little sister had turned that all around for him. Fat chance.
Perhaps if I hadn’t been concentrating so hard on the perils of leaving Claire with Reno alone together in the car for what I thought was going to be five minutes tops, I would have paid more attention. I moved through the backyard, past the overgrown garden that looked parched and needed weeding. A flash of guilt had shot through me and I made a promise that I would spend some time before we left to harvest some of the crops that were dying on the vines and give the rest of the plants a good soaking.
I entered the cool dark shed. It took me a few moments to locate the key. I knew it was hanging on a hook against one of the walls but there were several lines of shelves. They all held gardening trappings on them. There was potting soil and peat moss on the bottom shelves. The middle shelves contained seed starter flats, stakes, and spools of twine. The top shelves contained a variety of terra cotta pots. Against the back wall hung a hose, a few spades, shovels of varying lengths and two steel rakes. I checked quickly behind each of the tools in the back first and came up with nothing. Then I found it. The key that was hanging on a rusty hook behind the terracotta pots.
I grabbed it and a pretty pot that I thought I would bring back to Pinky. I silently thanked Claire. It was uncanny, Claire always seemed to know where things were or if something was out of place. She was really observant about things like that. Someday I was going to ask her how she did it. For now, I was going to get myself in the house and make some iced tea for Claire and me. And Reno too, I supposed.
I walked toward the kitchen door with my head down being careful not to step on any of the vegetables that were sitting heavy on the dirt. I pulled open the screen door, still deep in thought. When I went to put the key to the lock the door swung open and I was pulled inside. The pot I was holding crashed on the cement steps and the door slammed shut behind me.
Chapter 39
Reno saw the broken pot on the steps as he rounded the corner. His gun was drawn and he was holding it with both hands for a steady aim. If what was going down in that house was what he thought might be going down, he was going to shoot to kill.
*****
“FUCKING WHORE!” Gino had grabbed me by the hair and was dragging me across the floor.
Sweet Jesus that hurt. I clawed at his hands trying to stop him. He let up only to hit me hard across the face and then pulled harder. I was forced to raise my ass off the floor and do a bad imitation of a crab walk. I knew if he kept dragging my limp body by the hair he was going to rip my scalp apart.
Sweet Lord in Heaven. How in the hell had I found myself in the hands of this madman again?
As he dragged me across the house I reached with one hand into my pocket for my cell.
Nothing!
Damn it! I had left my cell in the car with Claire. Gino picked me up under my arm pits and threw me on the couch. Then he sat down heavy next to me. The room was unnaturally dark and I noticed then that the curtains had been drawn. That was it. The damn curtains had been drawn. How had I missed that?
You dumb ass!
“What the fuck did you tell them, Raine?” Gino sneered at me. He still had a tight hold on my hair and I saw that he was holding a gun in his free hand. He forced my face to look at him. He was a mess. He had a red, raw Frankenstein stitched gash on his face that ran from the top of his hairline diagonally across his face to the tip of his mouth. He also had two black eyes and his nose had been broken. Somebody had hurt Gino, badly.
I heard something squeak in the corner and there was the blonde that had been Gino’s girl and who had stopped him from cracking my skull open. Seems he hadn’t appreciated the gesture because she was trussed up like a Christmas ham. She had silver duct tape on her mouth and her mascara was running down her face. Her hands were tied behind her back and her legs were tied tight with some kind of cord at the ankles. She was bound to one of Gram’s dining room chairs. A clump of hair was missing from the side of her head and one of her eye was swollen shut. She was trying to say something.
“Shut up Cunt!” Gino screamed at her.
She shook her head and tried to talk through the tape.
He pulled me with him as he lunged toward her. He got close to her face and yanked the silver tape off her mouth. A thin layer of skin came off with it and her lips began to bleed.
“What the fuck could you possibly have to say, bitch?” Gino’s eyes were crazy and he kept wiping his nose. I noticed white powder stuck to his nostrils. Gino was higher than a kite. That and the adrenalin that had to be coursing through his veins made him one dangerous man.
“I keep telling you, Gino. Nobody told anybody anything. Why are you dragging her into this?” Her voice sounded raspy and weak.
Then her voice got softer “You know I always look out for you, baby. Let her go. We don’t need her coming between us. Me and you’ll work this out. You know I know how to keep you safe. Let her go, honey. We’ll get out of here and start all over again. You know how good I can make it between us, daddy.”
Gino looked suspiciously at her, “I don’t know.”
The blonde squirmed in her seat and thrust out her chest.
“Come on, daddy. You know you want your baby girl.” The blonde said huskily.
Ick. Ick. Ick.
“You fucking hit me with a fucking gun butt. Then I woke up and you and this bitch here was gone.” Gino was oozing spittle from the side of his mouth but his eyes were now on the blonde’s boobs. Full on.
He pulled my hair harder to punctuate his point.
“You know how jealous I get daddy.” The blonde oozed sweet. “I didn’t mean to hurt you I was just pissed seeing you with another woman.”
“The bitch stole something from me.” Gino’s voice was getting whiney now.
“I know baby. We’ll get it back.”
“Then some motherfucker trashed my house. Ass wipes following me around. Parking their fucking bikes in front of my house. Asking Gianni about me. Now fucking Gianni wants me dead. Seems like somebody told him I beat women. Seems like somebody told him I rape women. They fucking broke my nose, cocksuckers. Then they fucking took a knife to me. Now they are looking to kill me.”
He was saying this all in a sing song voice. He was still holding on to my hair but he seemed to have forgotten about me for a moment. His eyes hungry on the blonde’s tits.
“They make me do it. Stupid fucking cunts make me hurt them. I don’t want to. I didn’t want to hurt you either, Glory.” Tears were streaming down Gino’s face now.
How creepy. Soooo Creepy.
“No one understands you but me, daddy. No one.” Glory was straining against the binds.
Gino held my hair tight with one hand and bent down to nuzzle Glory’s boobs.
“That’s it daddy.” Glory met my eyes over his head. “You let Glory take care of her man.”
It’s gonna be all right. I’m gonna get us out of this one. Just keep absolutely still.” Glory’s eyes were on mine.
I nodded once telling her that I understood.
“I never meant to hurt you.” Gino was sobbing into Glory’s chest.
“I know daddy. I know. Untie me honey and let’s get outa here before it’s too late.”
Gino nodded. His shoulders slumped and I relaxed just a little bit. He started to untie Glory. Her eyes met mine over his head and she tried to smile. I tried to smile back.
Then he put the gun to my temple.
I felt the bile rise in my throat and the floor started spinning beneath me.
“NO!” Glory yelled.
“Why the fuck not?” Gino looked at her suspiciously. “What’s she to you? Thought you were jealous of the bitch. I’m gonna prov
e to you once and for all, you the only woman for me. I’m gonna put her in the fucking ground”
Glory thought fast. She had lost circulation in her hands and feet hours ago and her head was pounding. She hadn’t known where he had taken her or why. Now she recognized Raine. Gino had talked about nothing but Raine in the brief time she and Gino were together. By that time, Glory had begun to realize what a lowlife maniac he was. Gino had tried to make her jealous time and time again over the memory of times spent with Raine. And Glory had been jealous, not of the time Raine had spent with Gino, but that Raine had managed to escape the sick motherfucker. Then came the night in the garage when she had saved Raine’s life, and in the process had saved her own.
“No baby, let me do it. Untie me and let me do it. You owe me that. Let me kill the bitch. You can watch.” Glory smiled up at Gino.
“Yeah. Yeah sounds good, Baby. Maybe I even fuck her one more time with you having eyes on that.” Full On Crazy said.
“I’m getting wet just thinking about it, daddy.” Glory said wiggling her assets at Gino.
He threw me to the couch and yelled. “Don’t fucking move bitch. Don’t you fucking move or I’ll fucking shoot you right between the eyes.”
Then with one eye on me and the other on Glory he pulled a knife out and finished cutting away the ties at the back of her hands and her ankles. Glory took a minute to rub the blood back into her limbs and I noticed she had deep bruises where Gino had tied her with some kind of wire. When she managed to stand, he trained the gun on both of us. Then he handed Glory the knife.
“I want you to start by cutting the bitch. Give her a taste of what I got from Gianni because of her lying fucking tongue.”
“You know I will, daddy.” Glory started unsteadily towards me with the knife in her hand pointing right at me.
As she passed by Gino, she elbowed him hard in the ribs. He grunted and almost went down. While he was doubled over she kneed him in the chest and brought her elbows hard down on his kidneys.
I started forward to help. Before I could make it across the room Gino had dropped kick the gun across the room and had Glory on her back. He had the knife high over his head ready to plunge it into her throat.
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