The Arrangement 17 (The Ferro Family)
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The Arrangement 17
The Ferro Family
By:
H.M. Ward
COPYRIGHT
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2013 by H.M. Ward
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H.M. WARD PRESS
First Edition: November 2014
ISBN: 9781630350499
The Arrangement 17
Dear Reader,
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Chapter 1
Hearts pounding, Peter and I drive through the grounds of the formerly world famous Oak Beach Inn. Once upon a time, the elite of New York City would gather here each weekend and party until sunrise in the old mansion built right on the waterfront. It was a great spot back in the day, but over time it suffered enough neglect that it finally closed—despite the best efforts of historic preservationists. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t save the OBI. Shortly after closing, most of the mansion burned in a fire. Add in a hurricane that ate half the coastline, and now it has the solemn feel of a graveyard. No one dances here anymore. There’s no laughter or smiles, just cold damp fear.
Peter’s body tenses in the driver’s seat. His hand moves to open his door and get out with me, but I reach over him and put my hand over his. Gently, I move his hand off of the door handle and back to the steering wheel.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” I say firmly. “I have no idea what he’ll do to me or to Sean if you linger. Go.”
“Avery, this guy is unstable. He could kill you.”
“He won’t.” Peter looks at me like I’m mental, but it’s a feeling I’ve had deep in my gut since I saw Marty shoot Sean. The blaring music and the flashing lights nearly blinded me on stage, but I know I saw him there. “Peter, please trust me. Marty had so many chances to hurt me already. He would have killed me by now if that was his plan.”
Peter grips the wheel hard enough to make his knuckles turn white and stares at his fingers. Inhaling deeply, he shifts his blue gaze to the side, his eyes searching mine. “I do trust you. It’s him I don’t trust—he’s off. There’s something about him that doesn’t sit right with me. Add in the shit with Sean, and I think you going in there is a bad move.” His eyes are soulful as he speaks, as if he’s pleading with me to reconsider.
He’s right, of course, but there isn’t another way. “Peter, the thing is, my life is so messed up right now I can’t go anywhere without someone threatening to hurt me. I know you mean well, but I have to do this. I’ll get Sean back.”
Peter looks as if he wants to argue, but begrudgingly stays seated. He mashes his lips together, swallows some words he decides not to say, and sighs deeply. His shoulders slump a little and I know he won’t fight me anymore. I’m not entirely sure how he talked me into letting him drive me out here in the first place. He’s sneaky like his brother, but he cares about me and he cares about Sean—that much I know.
Peter runs his hands through his hair and glances over at me from behind the steering wheel. “Mel will come for you if you’re not back in this spot in an hour. That woman scares the hell out of me. I’m sure she’ll kill Marty if he hurts you, and she’ll have fun doing it. By the way, why are all your closest friends mental?”
Mel is a handful and has had a hard life. She knows how to take care of herself, but I don’t think she’s killed anyone. People still think she’s responsible for the dead hooker in Sean’s hotel room, but I know it wasn’t her. Once she knows a person, and likes them, Mel drops her guard. The sad part is there are very few people she can relax around, so they only know the version of Mel that’s a little rough around the edges.
I bump Peter with my shoulder and wave my finger at him while speaking, trying not to smile. “Come on Mr. Poet, you already know the answer to that. Friends are a reflection of oneself. You might want to reconsider that thing you’ve got going on with Mr. Turkey.”
Peter laughs. “Better go over to the tall dark grass now before the crazy guy comes looking for you.” I squeeze his hand and hop out of his sleek black car, slamming the door behind me. Peter puts down the passenger window and leans across the seat. “Be careful.” His eyes are locked on mine, and we both jump, startled, when a voice comes from the shadows behind me.
“Oh, she will be.” Marty steps out from the shadows and lunges at me. He completely ignores Peter, who is swearing and kicking his door open, ready to follow us.In an instant, I feel myself being carried away from the car and into the darkness. His hand is over my mouth, stifling my scream.
Chapter 2
I bite down on the flesh of Marty’s palm and he releases me, spewing curses while he does it. Stomping my foot down hard, I crush his toes. He’s wearing velvet lounge slippers, and wails like a baby. I don’t have time to wonder why he’s dressed for bed—Marty always dresses weird. When we first met, I thought it was because he was gay. The asshole used my assumption to get close to me. Repressed anger rears its head from deep within me.
Marty shot Sean.
Growling wildly, I round on him, ready to fight. I want my fists in his face. I want to hear his nose crunch and cause him as much pain as he caused Sean.
Just before my knee lifts to hit him in the tenders, he grabs my shoulders and leans in. “Stop.”
It’s one word, one request that changes everything. If I wander off with him, things could get worse. I pause for a second, waiting for him to say something else or fight back, but he doesn’t.
Peter remains by his car, silently watching, his eyes narrowed into slits. His body is poised and prepared, ready to run over and save me. I can’t let him do that. I have to find out where Marty took Sean and this is the only way. I shake my head at Peter, warning him to stay there. He flinches and grits his teeth, but he doesn’t move any further toward us.
Lifting my hand in a gesture of peace, I nod at Marty. “Take me to Sean.”
Marty shakes his head and looks from me to Peter’s car. “You know, I can’t fucking believe this, Avery. I told you to come alone. You deliberately disobeyed my request and came with not just anyone, but one of the Ferro brothers. Then you break my foot instead of saying hello.” He mutters to himself for a moment, and then glances at the car, agitated. “Tell Ferro to take a hike or you won’t like how this goes.”
Marty’s hair is a mess and he’s wearing rich guy pajamas. He reminds me of a young Hugh Hefner, wearing a velvet robe and tasseled belt. How has no one noticed him, dressed like that? The police must be blind not to notice this guy. He’s on the beach, in velvet slippers, with no car. Where’s a state trooper when you need one? I glance up and down the road, but it’s empty.
Heart hammering, I ask, “Where are we going?”
“Stop asking questions and do as I say, or you’ll never see Sean again.” He hooks an arm around my waist and glares at Peter. “Your choice, Avery. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
My entire body is shaking. It’s beyond a minor tremble and I hate it for betraying me. Marty laughs lightly, shaking his head. “You finally figured out you should be afraid of me? It fucking took long enough.”
Marty yanks his arm, pulling my back to his front. I feel something hard and round pressed against my spine. He shouts to Peter, “Get out of here, unless you want me to put a bullet in her back. I’m guessing the Ferro clan doesn’t want another dead woman on their hands.”
Peter yells back, “No one would think I killed her.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure. Once a Ferro, always a Ferro, isn’t that right Pete?” The use of his old name makes Peter’s shoulders stiffen and I wonder what secrets he’s hiding. The principal with the turkey vulture and the sweet girlfriend is the Peter I know, but Marty knows something more—something dark.
Peter turns his eyes toward me. “One hour. That’s it. Then Mel comes for you—fuck that, I’ll come for you—and I guarantee you won’t like it.” Peter’s voice is low and lethal. For the first time, I see a strong resemblance to Sean. The look he gives Marty promises pain.
“Drive away, Pete. She’ll be right here an hour from now.” Marty holds me tight, pinning me against the barrel of his gun.
“Go, it’s all right.” I mean to sound confident, but my voice is shaking.
Peter swears, jumps back in his car, and peels out, leaving me alone with Marty. I watch his taillights shrink to nothing as his black car is swallowed by the night.
Chapter 3
Marty inhales deeply and removes the gun from my back. There are too many emotions going through me at the moment to nail one down, so they all come flying out. The second the gun is down, I round on him and knee his nuts. Marty yelps and bends forward. My knee comes up again and connects with his nose. Meanwhile my hands ball into fists, hitting him every chance I get. I’m screaming at him, bellowing, “How could you?”
His betrayal snakes around my throat and tightens until I can’t stand it. I lash out at him with renewed energy, hitting him over and over.
Marty shrieks, “Holy fuck, Avery! Cut it out! Stop or I’ll make you stop.”
Rage takes over my body and my brain struggles to keep up. My body continues to tremble, but not from fear. “Bullshit! That’s what this is! That’s what you are! You don’t even have him, do you? This was just another invention to get me naked or some other stupid shit. I hate you! I hate you, Marty!”
I grab both sides of his head by his ears and tug, hard. Shocked, his face comes flying toward mine and I head-butt him. We collide with a loud
thunk
. Marty swears, nearly falling over. Since I’m not a ninja, the momentum knocks me on my ass, my head throbbing in pain. I touch my forehead and feel warm blood on my fingers. Rage flashes across my face—I can’t hide it. I jump and lunge at him, screaming while I do so.
“I trusted you, you bastard!”
“Fine, the hard way it is.” Marty reaches for me as I rush at him. He catches me by the shoulders and the momentum of being jerked to a stop makes my feet go flying. I land on my back and let out an
oof
sound. I barely have time to catch my breath before Marty covers my face with a white cloth. I try not to breathe, but I can’t hold my breath. When I finally suck in air, it tastes too sweet and burns my throat. Marty pins me to the ground, as I claw at his hands, trying to get the cloth off my face. It’s poisoned. No, it’s not—oh no. My head feels light and I start blinking. My body goes limp and before I can figure out why, I lose control of my hands and they flop to the pavement. I stare up at the inky sky with its spattering of stars, watching Marty remove the cloth.