DANIEL

He stood there looking at me curiously. He cocked his gun motioned to the gun in my hands and I dropped it.

"Why are you here?" he asked in a thick Spanish accent as he observed me.

I didn't reply.

"Hm... You've gone deaf, but you weren't deaf a while ago when you were questioning my bitch."

The woman whimpered and started to cry causing the pimp to lash out.

"Shut up slut!" he shot her an icy glare and she stopped instantly bowing her head submissively. "Good, I see you've learned from our little fuck session a few hours ago."

He grinned and she shuddered, curling into a little ball. He then returned his glare to me and I looked at him impassively.

"I have the right thing to loosen your tongue, puta," he stated as he pointed the gun at me and demanded I exit the room.

He held the gun to my head and led me to a room. It was big, had hazel coloured walls, cupboards and a desk in the centre. There were two men in the room. He ordered them to tie me up and to strip me of my weapons. After the pat down, I watched them with expressionless eyes, observing each of them.

"So, Jim who the fuck is this guy and what's he doing here?" one of the men asked as he leaned on a wall near the door.

"That's what we're going to find out-" he walked over to centre of the room towards my chair. "Now, what are you doing here?"

I didn't reply. What did he think because he had me tied up I was going to suddenly talk?

He chuckled then punched me in my gut. I winced in pain.

"Why are you here?"

I still didn't reply.

He punched me once more in my gut, then my face. The pain surged through my body but I wasn't going to give in. We continued with this method for a while until he saw I wasn't going to talk.

He whispered to one of his men, who went out of the room and returned with the girl from the room. I think her name was Sanneca. The man pushed her towards Jim; he held her by her arm and pointed the gun to her head. She started to cry whilst shaking.

"Now, now, now little slut don't cry I am just going to ask a few questions and you can go you understand-" she nodded her head.

"Now, what did this nice man ask you?"

She glanced at me with fear in her eyes and I nodded my head indicating that she could talk.

"H-He was looking f-for someone, S-Shania," she stuttered.

The man released her causing her to fall and paced the room tapping the gun on his chin. "Shania, Shania, Shania... doesn't ring a bell. Describe her."

"S-She has green eyes, brown hair and she's black," she replied rubbing her ass.

"Oh, the one from Dillon," he said as he walked over to me. "Who are you to her? Why do you want her so bad?"

"Her husband," I replied flatly.

He started to laugh hysterically. I didn't find it funny though. "Well, I don't think you will want her after Giovanni is done with her."

My body tensed. Who is Giovanni? When he's done with her? If he so much as touches her I will crush his balls and feed them to him.

Seeing my bewildered expression Jim answered my unasked questions. "Well since you're going to die... I guess I could relieve you of your curiosity."

"Giovanni Ferrez, the leader of one of the biggest gangs and prostitution ring in the state of Georgia." He gloated and my heartbeat pounded loudly in my head.

Fuck, my wife in the arms of that monster.

"He has a thing for keeping some of his purchases for personal fun and he paid a lot of money for this, Shania, so she must have caught his attention. I'm sure she'll be too fucked up to even remember you, her husband. Even if you had a chance to find her," he stated cocking his gun.

That was it. This jackass sold my wife and had the balls to gloat. Enough with this crap. I needed to find her.

Jim walked over to me with the gun pointed to my head and I looked at him amused.

"Any last—"

I didn't let him finish. I jumped out of the chair hitting his hand away causing his shot to lodge in the wall and the gun to drop to the floor. I brought my knee to his gut, punching him in the face and I grabbed his body using it as a barricade as his men fired at me.

Releasing him, I jumped over the desk, grabbing a gun from off it and fired back. To my left I saw Sanneca hiding behind a filing cabinet; she was hugging her knees and crying.

I crawled to the other side of the table and fired at the men, bullet hitting one of them in the head killing him. The other man fired at me until he was out of bullets. The next thing I heard were footsteps, I rose jumping over the desk, aiming my gun and shot him in the back as he reached the door.

This was one reason why I never removed my ring. It had a built-in mini laser curtesy of Agent Bromez.

I went to the desk grabbed my gadgets and walked over to Sanneca grabbing her hand and leading her out of the room. Just as we reached the door, I saw the man move his fingers; I held the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

That was for my wife.

Sanneca gasped and hid her face in my chest.

I led her down the hall and out through the exit near my car. A few minutes later we were in the car, I got in the front while Sanneca went in the back lying down. I grabbed the phone, placing a call and in a few seconds, Marcus was on the other line.

"Mark, I need you to find out about a Giovanni Ferrez. Where he lives, a map of his house and his routine. I don't care how you do it but I need it," I said as I started to drive.

'No problem boss I'm up for the challenge, when are you coming for it?' he asked.

"Tonight... We have a guest so get a room for her and I need you to get someone on the line for me. Deron Collins, also-known-as Agent Ranaldo Rodriquez."

***
After going back to the tattoo shop, I dropped off Sanneca and collected the information I had requested.

I knew Sanneca was in good hands, Mark would take care of her, plus he was already being his natural flirty self with her and it made her smile a little. When I left, she was silently laughing at his jokes and blushing profoundly.

I headed to Sal's Diner to meet Rodriquez. Sal's was a burger place a block away from the shop.

I drove to the red and blue diner, entering the establishment and walked over to the booth in the back where Rodriquez was before taking a seat opposite of him.

"Why did you call me?" he asked getting straight to business.

Ranaldo was big and tall. He had black hair and a light complexion. Tonight he wore a blue-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans while I was in a white t-shirt and black jeans.

"I need you to help me," I replied sucking in my pride. As much as I hated his guts, he was the only link to the agency I had since Bromez was dead.

He chuckled. "Help you? You want me to help you. What's in it for me?"

"I will testify against Kane, and tell you everything I know."

Originally, I was a silent informant to help them build their case against Kane. They wanted me to testify and I wouldn't but with Shania's life on the line I needed to make sacrifices.

"Wow, what made you finally agree to it?" he asked sitting back in the red booth.

"They have Shania—" he tensed at that. "—and I need to get her back."

"Hey Daniel, I'm sorry about the closet thing. It was wrong but she's so hot and I was so drunk... I'm sorry dude."

I stiffened. He's sorry for pushing his tongue down my wife's throat? I'm not so easily forgiving but, I need his help so I nodded.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked leaning forward so that he was near the table.

"Giovanni Ferrez, Leader of one of the biggest gangs in the state. He purchased Shania from a club across town. His house is located out of town in an isolated suburban area. At 8 o'clock tomorrow night, Ferrez will leave for a meeting with Kane, that's the word on the streets. We are going to break in and get Shania out while he's gone. He will bring most of his security team so we will have a better chance of making it out alive."

He took in the information and leaned forward. "I have one question... when do we start?"

"Meet me at Derick's Tattoo shop at six tomorrow and be prepared."

"You know it's a—"

"Yeah, I know it sells prostitutes but it's all I have for now."

He nodded in agreement and the deal was sealed.