Chapter 3

Getting Ryan out of the back of the SUV, Mico and Bobby dragged him into the hotel. Throwing him on the floor, Bobby couldn’t wait for the asshole to wake up. Bobby had a smile on his face, he was happy Ryan was on the floor.

“Let’s get him tied to a chair.” Bobby snapped. He opened his bag and pulled out some rope, and duct tape. He was going to torture him slowly at first, he was going to enjoy every minute of this.

Once they had him tied up, Bobby sat in front of him waiting for the prick to wake up. “Damn I didn’t hit him that hard.” He spat at Mico.

Mico looked at Bobby and then Mico, the small man was still unconscious. “Well, he’s a DeMarco, I’ve always known them as pussies.” Mico laughed, smacking Ryan in the back of the head.

Ryan moved his head around, opening his eyes he wasn’t expecting Bobby to be sitting there waiting for him.

“Morning asshole,” Bobby growled. “So, let’s finish what you started.” Bobby snap, smacking him across the face. Ryan tried not to cry out in pain but Bobby hit him pretty hard.

“So rough. DeLuca!” Ryan growled. “I suggest you let me go if you want to see the bitch alive again,”

Bobby growled. “You’re not going anywhere!” he said punching in him the face. His eye began to swell. “I want to know where my daughter is.”

Ryan glanced around the room, he knew the motel, it was a rundown just outside of the city. A lot of the Mafia used it as a cover motel when they didn’t want the police to figure them out, or they didn’t want them to be bothered. Now he knew where DeLuca was, he could watch him. “I’m not talking,” Ryan growled.

Bobby was growing annoyed, he didn’t patience was growing thin. “You do realize I have men out there watching and waiting for your men to give her location away,” Bobby said pacing in front of him. He could feel his werewolf stirring, he wasn’t sure if he could contain him much longer.

Ryan smile, blood dripping from his mouth. He didn’t care if Bobby hurt him anymore, Bobby wasn’t going to kill him not yet at least. “You can try and find her DeLuca, but if my men don’t hear from me, they are ordered to kill her.” He spat. “So, I am giving you a warning, let me go or let her go.”

Bobby couldn’t contain himself anymore, he beat Ryan until he was unconscious. Sitting down he put his head in his hands. This was going nowhere and was beginning to piss him off.

“We’ll find her Bobby,” Mico said putting his hand on Bobby’s shoulder. “I am going to the club we picked you up, and see if there is anyone there that can give me the answers we need.”

“Go.” Bobby looked at him. He grabbed the duct tape and put a piece on Ryan’s mouth. He didn’t want to hear anything when he came around. He decided he wanted Ryan to cry out for help. He ripped the piece off, some of his mustache came with it.

Bobby wasn’t sure how long has passed, but Ryan’s phone rang. They called a few times before Bobby answered it.

“Put Ryan on the phone DeLuca.” A man’s voice demanded.

“Cant.” Bobby looked at Ryan’s body face. “He’s not awake. Who am I talking to?”

“Don.” He snapped at the phone.

Bobby’s jaw clenched, he had to be careful of his words, it was Ryan’s father also the Alpha of the pack. “Oh good, maybe you can convince your son his death won’t be as painful if he tells me where my daughter is.” He said kicking Ryan, but Ryan didn’t move. “I grow tired of this, if you don’t want a fucking war on your hands, I suggest you meet my right-hand man at the club in which Ryan tried taking me out.”

“Oh, how I would relish such a challenge. Did Vincent give you his ego, or have you got the balls to start this shit?”

“Oh, it’s been started.” Bobby snapped at him. “I tell you what, I give you until tomorrow night to turn my daughter over, otherwise your son will have a slow and painful death, and then I will be coming for your heart. I plan to eat it while it still beats.” He said hanging the phone up.

He knew Don wouldn’t kill his daughter, at least not yet. Ryan opened his eyes, “Talking to my father, he’s going to torture Abby.” He laughed.

Bobby smacked him a few more times before he was knocked unconscious again.

“Fuck!” Bobby growled. He dialed Mico. “Any luck?”

“Nope.” He spoke. “But it looks like all of Ryan’s men are gathering at the hotel outside of the club. Want me to scope it out?”

“No come back to the hotel, I need to be there,” Bobby said looking at his watch. “The Don called Ryan’s phone. He knows Ryan is here with me. I just started a Goddamn war!” he growled. “Hurry the fuck up.”

Bobby walked outside to get some fresh air, the blood was starting to get to his werewolf side, it didn’t help Bobby was furious. He wanted more blood on his hands, and he wanted to take The Don out. That bastard kept his father scared; Bobby had no fear.

A half an hour passed, Mico finally arrived. He didn’t say anything, he walked past Bobby. Bobby sped through the city, getting to the club in half the time it took Mico to drive there. His heart was racing, his wolf was ravaged.

“Calm down DeLuca,” Bobby whispered to himself. He knew he had to be calm, he couldn’t let The Don see he was scared. He had to act tough, he was a tough son of a bitch, but now he had a weakness. His Daughter, Bobby wanted to see her face, wanted to hold her and tell her he loved her.

Bobby’s phone buzzed; it was Mico. “What?” he growled shaking his head remembering he was in front of the hotel.

“Ryan’s men came for him, I tried to stop them, but I took a bullet.” He said sounding breathless. “They fucking shot me.”

“No kidding. Have one of the men take the bullet out, no hospitals.” He snapped. “I will take care of Ryan and The Don, they die tonight.” He hissed in the phone, hanging it up.

Getting out of the car, he slowed his walk. He wanted to get a fill of the place, the place messed like rotten body order, along with rum. He almost made Bobby puke, he swallowed and walked into the lobby. The smell of cigars, whiskey, and body odor filled his nose he knew he was in the right place, he wanted to get out of there as soon as he could. He knew this wasn’t going to be an easy task. If he could get out of there alive it would be surprising, but he wasn’t expecting to. He left the task up to Mico to find his daughter if he died tonight.

“DeLuca!” Ryan growled. He flipped over to Bobby. Bobby smiled.

“Aw did you find your way home you lost dog?” Bobby snapped at him. “I am here to see your father.”

“Good I hope he puts a bullet in your daughter first, and make you watch her slowly die, and then he forced you to die slowly!”

Bobby grabbed him around the throat, picking him up into the air. “I suggest you watch your tone; I could break you in half and there isn’t a damn person that would be willing to die for your pathetic ass.”

“Drop him.” The Don snapped walking closer to Bobby. “You are outnumbered here, and if you want your daughter, we’ll give her to you,”

Bobby’s head snapped his in direction. “Now tell me why would you do that?” Bobby challenged. “That would make you look weak, I mean your family is weak but the hell, let’s talk.” He growled dropping Ryan.

Ryan rubbed his neck; he knew his father was tricking him. He wanted to watch Bobby die.

“Come upstairs.” The Don motioned from them to follow him.

Bobby watched the DeMarco family closely; he knew this was all smoke and mirrors. He had his gun ready; his wolf was eager to get out and destroy this family one fucking werewolf at a time.

The ride in the elevator was slow, Bobby was getting impatient. He was ready for an ambush; this wasn’t going to end well for one of them. Bobby hoped he would be on the winning side of things, but didn’t hold out too much hope.

Ding.

Bobby held his breath as the door opened, it was a huge office. He followed behind DeMarco. He looked around; a few men were watching him. They must know who he was, or they were told to protect the family. Either way, Bobby was outnumbered. Ten to one.