It was the question of the hour.
Chapter Seven
Angelo
Sonny held his hands in the air with a look of shock on his face. “Don’t shoot me, Lo. You know me. I didn’t hurt Gia.”
I moved closer to him, my gun still raised and pointed at his head, and repeated my question. “Where the fuck is she, Sonny? You were the last person to see her, and then you disappeared along with her? Talk about a coincidence.”
“I love her, too. You know I do. I would never hurt Gia. You have to believe me.”
“Maybe that’s the problem. You’ve loved Gia for most of our lives and not in a sisterly way.”
Sonny laughed. “Fuck you! Seriously, go fuck yourself. You know what? Go ahead and pull the fucking trigger. Let’s see if you have the balls to do it. I’m your oldest friend, one of the few people you can trust, and you have the nerve to blame me for Gia being taken?”
“You were supposed to watch her. I trusted you with Gia’s life, you stupid fuck. What do you not get about that? Because of you, my fiancée is missing. She could be fucking dead by now.”
He shook his head. “Look, Lo. I had nothing to do with it.”
“Where is she, Sonny?” I yelled so loud my voice echoed off the ceiling.
“I’m going to lower my hands. I’m not reaching for a gun. Don’t shoot me, okay?”
I nodded, and Sonny dropped his arms to his sides and unbuttoned his dirty dress shirt. He dropped it onto the back of a wooden chair in the dining room, giving me a better look at his bruised abdomen. Someone had hit him good, the dark marks covering most of his chest. Where he wasn’t covered in dark tattoos, he had scars and cuts marring his skin.
Sonny turned to face me. “You think you can ditch the gun? I didn’t take her, and I wasn’t in on it. Do I love Gia? Yes, like a hot step-sister I’d love to fuck.”
I laughed at his comment, something I hadn’t done in a long time.
He pointed at me. “A smile? How about that? Would you stop being a stupid prick and drop the gun already? You know I would never touch a hair on her head. I would die for her, too. That’s why you asked me to watch Gia. I fucked-up, I know.”
I set the gun on the coffee table and sat on the couch, pointing at the other side for Sonny to join me. He plopped down on the cushion with a loud groan. Sonny propped his elbow up on the armrest to use it for support.
“Start talking,” I told him, my voice stern.
As much as I wanted to believe Sonny had nothing to do with Gia’s kidnapping, I couldn’t trust anyone. My heart was becoming too black to allow anyone in other than Gia and my mother.
“Everything was fine,” Sonny began, “and then the next minute, I woke up in a dark basement chained to an old radiator that wouldn’t stop leaking.”
“Did you recognize the place?”
He scrunched his nose and shook his head. “Nope. It’s hard to say. The room was so dark the only light I had came in through a small crack in the painted glass.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Like stained glass?”
He shrugged. “Could have been.”
“There’s an old church that closed down years ago. Enzo used it sometimes to torture people.”
“The glass could have been painted that way and not stained. I’m not sure. All I know is the window was big enough to fit a small child through and narrow as fuck. I tried to climb up there a few times and almost ripped off my fingernails.”
I glanced down at Sonny’s hands. His nails were caked in blood and dirt. Although he could have done that himself to lend credibility to his story, I believed him. Worry furrowed his brows, but that was normal given the situation.
“What else do you remember?” I leaned forward on my elbows, locking on to him. “Tell me what happened after the engagement dinner.”
He relaxed against the couch, with his arms folded across his chest, and kicked his foot up on the coffee table. My gun rattled next to the remote from the force.
“I brought Gia home like you told me to do. She changed into her pajamas.”