Part 32
Sitting in the darkness of the office with only the glow of the TV, he watched the girl with her tattooed boyfriend talking to the reporters. She was his girlfriend. Not hard to track. The Backstreet Boys were based out of Orlando, just an hour flight from Puerto Rico. He’d have his revenge within the week.
A knock at the door and he answered, “Come in.”
“You called for me, Boss?”
Pointing to the television, he said, “She’s got herself a boyfriend, an AJ McLean. Locate him and we’ll have the girl. You can start in Orlando.”
“I’m on my way.”
“DO NOT hurt her. I want Troy to watch as I torture his sister.”
“Yes, boss.”
As the door closed, he took a sip of his drink. “By the end of the week, I’ll have that sweet young thing in my bed while her brother watches unable to do a damn thing.”
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Across the island, Ricky threw his glass against the wall. “DAMNIT!”
The door opened. “Boss?”
“Catch a flight to Orlando and FIND MY SISTER!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t think she was stupid enough to be seen on national television. She went with her boyfriend to a movie premier where there were reporters. Now Diaz is going to know where to find her.”
“You think he’ll go after her?”
“Yeah, I do,” he said as he picked up the phone and began to dial.
“Who are you calling?”
“My father. Hopefully he’ll know how to get hold of Danielle and I can warn her.”
