Taken! Alphabet Series - 26 Original Taken! Tales (Donald Wells' Taken! Series Book 14) by Donald Wells Page A
Authors: Donald Wells
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said about being held by one man while the other beat him, he waited for the closest man to attempt to grab him. It was Andor, and as he reached out to encircle him with his arms, he ducked, pivoted, and then shot his head up to impact with the man’s chin. There was a loud CLACK! sound as Andor’s teeth snapped together, and the behemoth stumbled backwards into his equally mammoth brother, causing both men to topple to the floor near a row of tables.
Andor let out a bellow of pain as blood began seeping from his mouth. Apparently, he had bitten through his tongue. Beside him on the floor, Beck had freed his gun from the holster on his belt, only to have it yanked from his hand.
He pressed the gun against Andor’s head.
“Give me your weapon, slowly.”
Andor did as commanded, and then mumbled something unintelligible.
Jessica shouted his name, and he spun around to see Vinnie D running towards his office. He ran after him, and as he passed her, he handed Jessica one of the guns.
“If they so much as blink, shoot them.”
Vinnie had just opened the top drawer of his desk when he raced into the office behind him.
“Reach into that desk and you’re dead.”
Vinnie froze, and when he walked over to stand beside him, he saw an old Colt Commander lying in the drawer.
He shoved the drawer closed and placed his gun against Vinnie D’s chest.
“I want the five thousand that Jimmy gave you.”
“Anything you say, since you’re the man with the gun, but I have to open the safe.”
“Do it.”
Vinnie walked over to a corner of the room, got down on one knee, and opened a three-foot high black safe.
“Jessica?” he shouted.
“I’m good!” she answered.
Vinnie began emptying the safe of its cash, which must have been over $30,000.00.
“Just the five, we’re not here to rob you.”
Vinnie gave him a strange look, but separated out $5,000.00 and locked the rest away.
He took the money and told Vinnie to walk back into the bar.
They then herded the two sets of brothers out into the parking lot, where he spoke to Vinnie one last time.
“Forget Jimmy and forget us, or I will put you in the ground.”
Vinnie stared back at him without speaking, and then they climbed into their car.
As soon as he started the engine, he saw Vinnie D rush back inside.
“He’s going for his gun,” he said, as he accelerated away.
By the time Vinnie rushed back outside firing wildly, they were far beyond the Colt’s reach.
***
T hey returned to the hospital to find that Jimmy had been moved to a different room under a different name, and was being kept under guard, as a precaution.
The two detectives were there, and they spoke with them outside Jimmy’s room. Vinnie D’s alibi was holding for the time being, but the detectives told them that they were applying pressure to the Dawsons and had high hopes of finally nailing Vinnie D, who had long eluded them.
As they were talking, Jones’ phone rang and she answered it. When she finished her call, she looked at the two of them with fire in her eyes.
“I’m told you went to see Vinnie D and nearly got yourselves killed.”
“Told by who?” he said.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“You have an informant, don’t you? Is it the man named Richie?”
Smith and Jones gave each other nervous looks, and Jessica suddenly understood.
“Your informants are those other men, the two large ones, the men who assaulted my brother?”
Jones cringed, as Jessica’s words echoed down the corridor.
“Jesus, Doctor, quiet down, please, yes, those two are our informants. They’re facing deportation and so they’re willing to sell Vinnie out, but in the meantime... they have to follow his orders.”
“Such as the order to beat my brother nearly to death,”
“Yes, but listen, Vinnie is meeting with a drug dealer on Thursday to discuss laundering money, once we record that conversation, we’ll also be able to add racketeering charges, and that will put him away even
Andor let out a bellow of pain as blood began seeping from his mouth. Apparently, he had bitten through his tongue. Beside him on the floor, Beck had freed his gun from the holster on his belt, only to have it yanked from his hand.
He pressed the gun against Andor’s head.
“Give me your weapon, slowly.”
Andor did as commanded, and then mumbled something unintelligible.
Jessica shouted his name, and he spun around to see Vinnie D running towards his office. He ran after him, and as he passed her, he handed Jessica one of the guns.
“If they so much as blink, shoot them.”
Vinnie had just opened the top drawer of his desk when he raced into the office behind him.
“Reach into that desk and you’re dead.”
Vinnie froze, and when he walked over to stand beside him, he saw an old Colt Commander lying in the drawer.
He shoved the drawer closed and placed his gun against Vinnie D’s chest.
“I want the five thousand that Jimmy gave you.”
“Anything you say, since you’re the man with the gun, but I have to open the safe.”
“Do it.”
Vinnie walked over to a corner of the room, got down on one knee, and opened a three-foot high black safe.
“Jessica?” he shouted.
“I’m good!” she answered.
Vinnie began emptying the safe of its cash, which must have been over $30,000.00.
“Just the five, we’re not here to rob you.”
Vinnie gave him a strange look, but separated out $5,000.00 and locked the rest away.
He took the money and told Vinnie to walk back into the bar.
They then herded the two sets of brothers out into the parking lot, where he spoke to Vinnie one last time.
“Forget Jimmy and forget us, or I will put you in the ground.”
Vinnie stared back at him without speaking, and then they climbed into their car.
As soon as he started the engine, he saw Vinnie D rush back inside.
“He’s going for his gun,” he said, as he accelerated away.
By the time Vinnie rushed back outside firing wildly, they were far beyond the Colt’s reach.
***
T hey returned to the hospital to find that Jimmy had been moved to a different room under a different name, and was being kept under guard, as a precaution.
The two detectives were there, and they spoke with them outside Jimmy’s room. Vinnie D’s alibi was holding for the time being, but the detectives told them that they were applying pressure to the Dawsons and had high hopes of finally nailing Vinnie D, who had long eluded them.
As they were talking, Jones’ phone rang and she answered it. When she finished her call, she looked at the two of them with fire in her eyes.
“I’m told you went to see Vinnie D and nearly got yourselves killed.”
“Told by who?” he said.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“You have an informant, don’t you? Is it the man named Richie?”
Smith and Jones gave each other nervous looks, and Jessica suddenly understood.
“Your informants are those other men, the two large ones, the men who assaulted my brother?”
Jones cringed, as Jessica’s words echoed down the corridor.
“Jesus, Doctor, quiet down, please, yes, those two are our informants. They’re facing deportation and so they’re willing to sell Vinnie out, but in the meantime... they have to follow his orders.”
“Such as the order to beat my brother nearly to death,”
“Yes, but listen, Vinnie is meeting with a drug dealer on Thursday to discuss laundering money, once we record that conversation, we’ll also be able to add racketeering charges, and that will put him away even
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