The lights are out. No. Not out. Just no light. Man, my head hurts! I want to rub it. Can't. My hands are behind me. Tied. No. Taped. I can feel duct tape pulling at my skin. What the hell? I'm cold. So cold. Where'd my clothes go? Nothing but my boxers. Damn my legs are sore. I need to stretch them out. Wait. Can’t. Not enough room. Son of a bitch. I knew I shouldn't have gone out tonight. Always have to piss someone off, don’t I? I knew it was a bad idea, leaving Susanna alone at home all pregnant and whatnot while I’m out looking for some new tail. If she knew what I got myself into, she’d kill me.
Okay. I've just got to retrace my thoughts. Figure out how I got here. Maybe then I can talk my way out of this shit. Talking. I’m good at that. But, who? Shit, half this town would pay to beat my ass or worse. But, I don’t remember pissing anyone off tonight. None of this makes sense. Last thing I remember I was talking to that pretty little thing at Johan's club. That suave, Mexican bastard always brings in the cuties, along with my paychecks. What happened after that? Blank. How long have I been here? An hour? A day? A week?
I've got to go back further. Something happened. It had to. Think. Think. Why the hell would I be taped up in the dark with a head throbbing like the time that guy hit me in the head with a bar stool at O'Brian's Pub?
Wait. I saw Johan traveling with his entourage at the club. That cutie I was talking to came in with him. Wait. Was she…? Fuck, my head hurts. Yes. She was with him. Oh no. She wasn't just with Johan. She was with Johan. What the hell was I thinking? This is bad. Real bad. Last guy to screw with one of Johan's girls ended up in a ditch. That funeral was closed casket. Shit. That'll be me.
What did I do, though? I mean…she and I made out a little. I might've grabbed her ass or something, but nothing too far. My wife wouldn't be happy about that, especially with the baby on the way. But I thought Johan was cool about that shit. It was a party, after all. Just a bit of fun.
Oh god! A car trunk! Really? What is this, a freaking mob movie? I didn't think they actually did this. Thought gangsters were more sophisticated in the way they kill idiots like me.…It’s okay. I'll just tell Johan that I'm sorry and maybe he'll only take a few fingers instead of killing me. I can give up a few fingers. Right?
Oh, who am I kidding? I'm so screwed! "Let me out! Let me out!" I can't scream any louder. No one's coming. No one's going to save me. I’ve dug my own grave for the last time.
It'll be okay. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Got to savor it while I can. Johan will put a stop to me breathing soon enough. Oh god! What the hell did I get myself into? Think. Think! I can talk my way out of this. I’ve gotten myself out of much worse. Kidnappings. Ransoms. All over some fine Mexican black tar. I'll be okay. Just relax. I'll be okay. Just got to relax.
God damn it! Did they have to hit the brakes so hard? My brain’s already pretty scattered. Hitting my head on whatever is in this freaking trunk doesn't help. Engine's still purring, but we're not moving. What the –
Trunk’s open. Ah! Light. A flashlight in the eyes. I can't see. That doesn't mean I can't talk. "Johan! I can explain!"
"I don't think you can."
That voice. Feminine. Not Johan. Who? I know that voice! God, my head hurts! Think. Think! My eyes are adjusting. That silhouette. Hair down to her shoulders. A baby bump. No way. "Susanna."
"You really thought I'd let you step out on me like that while I'm at home pregnant with your kid?"
"Wait...what the...how did you...Baby, I can explain—"
"Save it. You shouldn't have done that to me, my love. I trusted you, and you made the mistake of trusting me. Did you forget who introduced you to that scumbag, drug smuggling Johan? Did you think I wouldn't find out about your nights on the town? You've hurt me, darling. Now, it's time for me to return the favor."
She shut the trunk again. Oh shit! Come on. Got to get out of here before that crazy bitch does something really stupid.
I can't kick any harder. There's no release in this shitty old car either. Damn it.
Holy shit we're going fast. I think I'm going to be sick. Oh God. What the hell is the matter with this chick?
Fuck! That hurt! God damn it! What did we hit? Sinking. We're sinking!
"Good bye, darling."
That voice. It’s her. Susanna! Not too far off, but not from the car. I can hear her. What the hell? It’s getting wet in here. Cold. Water? Water! Son of a bitch! Got to get out! Oh God! Someone help me. Please, God, someone help me! I have to get my hands free. Have to get loose. "Someone help! Please!" What’s the point of screaming? Daughter of a mob boss would know better than to let me be heard. No one's coming. Trunk’s almost filled. Oh please, God. Save me. Please! Almost full. One last breath.
Gurplop, gurplop, gurpl--