Giada stared at the man she tied to the chair in the cellar of the motel and c****d her head to one side. She injected Vinnie the moment he stepped inside the hotel room calling Vance’s name and took his gun away from him. They were in an abandoned motel as she suspected, and nobody was there with them.
Dragging him down the metal rickety stairs to the basement gave her infinite pleasure each time his head bounced off the treads. Then she’d used the ropes he originally tied her up with and secured him to a chair she pulled from a storage closet in the cellar. While he’d been out, she poked and prodded into the darkest corners of this cellar looking for things to help with her interrogation. An array of items sat on a rickety old card table she’d pulled out from under some stairs. Now she
