She opened her mouth, ready to tell him she wouldn’t do any of those things.
Rogan raised his eyebrow and she went silent. Okay, so maybe she’d hurt herself and gotten into trouble by getting into his car.
“I also have no clue why you got into my car in the first place,” he said. “Who would trust someone before they found out? Definitely not me because I’m not fucking stupid.”
She cried as he spoke those words. It was true, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.
“Angelo is going to come in a couple of minutes to dress your wounds and look everything over,” Rogan announced as he walked toward the stairs. “Don’t give him trouble. If you do, I’ll hear about it, and you won’t like the consequences.”
Bonnie let out a shuddering breath as he turned the lights off and left. She slowly took a deep breath in and let it out, trying to calm herself down. The dark felt a lot better on her eyes, but she didn’t want it to be pitch black. Then she couldn’t see anything if someone decided to come downstairs.
Tears continued to roll down her face as she sat in the dark. She hoped when Angelo came, she could convince him to let her have light. But she didn’t know if he would since Rogan was the boss.
“I’ve come to look over your cuts and bruises,” Angelo said out of nowhere.
Bonnie screamed, turning her head to the right and left as she tried to find out where he was. The lights turned on, making her cry as it hurt her eyes.
“Deep breath in,” Angelo commanded. “I don’t need you puking again. It’s not good for you.”
He walked into her line of sight and she could see the worry on his face. Why was he worried? She was just a prisoner, nothing special.
He sat his bag down on the ground in front of her. “Don’t even think about kicking me. If you do, I’ll cuff your legs.” “O-okay,” she whimpered.
He knelt down in front of her and started to look over her legs. She didn’t have any cuts on them, but her arms and chest had a lot.
“Nothing here needs to be tended to. Let’s look at your wrists one at a time,” Angelo softly said as he unlocked her left wrist. He whistled as he inspected her. “Have you been tugging on the cuffs?”
She stared at him with wide eyes. Should she answer him honestly or should she keep the answer to herself?
“I want the truth. I’m not going to hurt you for answering my questions.”
“A little, but the other guy also yanked my arms to dig the cuffs into my skin,” she whispered, not looking into his eyes. She didn’t know why she added the last part to what she said. She should have just told him yes and been done.
Angelo clenched his jaw. “I’m going to be as careful as I can while I clean and bandage these. It’s going to hurt, I can’t lie.”
She nodded her head and watched him as he dug in his back and withdrew a number of items, one by one. Her nerves were shot, and just the thought of pain brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes.
“No need to cry,” he gently said. “I’m not going to kill you.”
“I’m sensitive and don’t like pain,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed. “Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, thank you for telling me. Now, I’m going to talk to you while I clean them up, help distract you.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. Why was he being so nice to her right now? She was basically the enemy, even if he didn’t know.
It was so surreal, she didn’t know how to act. Should she just go along with it or should she stay silent?
“Can you tell me what your name is?” he asked as he started to clean her wound.
Bonnie clenched her jaw as the stinging started on her wrists. Tears pooled in her eyes and fell down her face. Sniffling, she looked at Angelo. Maybe if she focused on his face and not what he was doing, it would be better.
“B-Bonnie,” she cried out.
Her wrist was on fire and her head was starting to throb again. The lights were brighter and starting to agitate her eyes.
“Bonnie is such a pretty name. Is that a nickname?”
She shook her head but then realized she wasn’t looking at her. “N-no. It’s my real name.”
“Well, I’m going to give you a nickname. Has anyone ever given you a nickname?” Angelo looked up at her briefly and she shook her head.
Everyone just called her by her name and nothing else. Her name was already short and like a nickname.
“Well, I’m just going to have to change that. How about Bon-Bon?” he asked, starting to wrap her wrist with a gauze bandage.
Her nose scrunched up at the nickname. It wasn’t the worst, but it sounded like she was one of those frilly things cheerleaders used. She didn’t want to be called one of those.
“Hmm, I suppose not. How about Bonacle?” he asked as he cuffed her hand again.
“C-can you leave my hand uncuffed?” she whispered, afraid he was going to flip a switch and yell at her.
Angelo looked up at her and gave her a sad smile. “I would, but the Boss said you needed to be handcuffed. They’re not as tight this time so you have a little wiggle room.”
She looked down at her lap and let out a sad sigh. Exhaustion and pain were weighing down on her and all she wanted to do was lay down somewhere and sleep.
“Now onto the next hand,” he said as he started to uncuff it. “What do you think of Bonacle?”
Bonnie didn’t look up or give any hint she was paying attention to him. All she wanted was to be free from this chair. She wasn’t going to do anything.
“Can you let me go? I promise I didn’t sneak into his car to do anything bad. I was just trying to get safe,” she softly said. “Please?”
“As much as I want to, Rogan needs to ask you questions first. So, you aren’t going anywhere, probably not for a while until you answer his questions truthfully and everything checks out,” Angelo said. “But I’ll talk to him about moving you somewhere where you aren’t confined to a chair.”
Tears of frustration and pain rolled down her cheek. Once again, she was questioning her life choices. Why in the world had she thought getting into a mob boss’s car was a good idea?
“I don’t think Bonacle will work either,” Angelo said, making teasing small talk as he started to clean her other wrist.
“Ouchie,” she cried, pulling her hand away from him.
“Sorry, but you know it’s going to hurt a little. I need to clean and bandage these so they don’t get infected.” He gently pulled her hand back and got back to work. “Bonacle reminds me of the ocean. How about Bonalicious?”
Her nose scrunched up and she shook her head. Anything but that. Bonalicious wasn’t what she wanted to be called. It was weird.
“I think it’s the perfect name,” Angelo said. “From now on you’re
Bonalicious to me.”
She groaned in pain as the bandage made contact with her cut. This one felt a lot worse than the other one and it probably was. She was righthanded and had tugged way harder on this hand.
“Now, those are cleaned and bandaged, I need to look over your other cuts. Are they all this shallow?” he asked. Before she could say anything, he gasped and pulled up her sleeve. “Shit. Why didn’t you tell me you were cut deeper here?”
She moved her head slowly and looked down at where Miguel had stabbed her. How had she not felt them starting to bleed? When he’d stabbed her, the pain had been excruciating.
“Bonalicious,” Angelo said. “I thought you said you were a sensitive person, didn’t like pain. Can you feel this?”
Tears filled her eyes as she looked back at him. “N-no,” she whispered and started to sob. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she feel it?
Part of her wanted to be thankful she couldn’t feel it but the other part of her was worried. Was she dying? Was there something wrong with her? Was she going to lose her arm?
There were so many questions running through her head, making it start to throb even more. She groaned and closed her eyes tightly. She needed to stop thinking so much. But it was hard when Angelo had a worried look in his eyes.
“Shit,” he said. “I’m gonna clean it and see if it needs stitches.”
Her eyes flew open and she shook her head. “No stitches,” she sobbed. “Please.”
“If it needs stitches, I’m going to stitch you up. I’m not going to let you continue to bleed. You’ve probably lost enough blood as it is.”
She closed her eyes again and tried to take in several calming breaths, but she couldn’t. Bonnie heard Angelo ripping things open and starting to clean her arm, but she couldn’t feel a thing.
“You really can’t feel this?” Angelo asked.
She shook her head slowly this time and opened her eyes again. She knew the look on his face wasn’t good. “Am I going to lose my arm?” she whispered.
“No, I don’t think so. I just think your body is in shock. You’ll probably feel it in a couple of hours.”
That didn’t make her feel any better. Maybe she could ask him to give her some medicine so she didn’t have to feel it when it came back. How about that?
“Could you give me something?” she asked. “For pain?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t bring any with me,” he replied. “I’ll talk to Rogan, see if we can get some when we move you and get you something to eat.”
Her stomach grumbled at the thought of food. How long had passed since she got into his car?
“It’s been about three days,” Angelo replied.
Had she said that out loud? “I -”
“You didn’t mean to ask out loud? Well, you did, and that’s the answer. It’s been about three days.”
Her jaw dropped as Angelo stood up. Three days? It felt like it had been a week or more.
“I’m going to go now. I stitched up your arm, so don’t move it too much, don’t want you to rip the stitches,” Angelo said.
He started to walk away and before Bonnie could stop herself, she started to beg. “Please don’t turn the lights all the way off. Please. I’ll do anything.”
Angelo didn’t say anything as he started to dim the lights. She held her breath as they got darker and darker, but it never got fully dark. She heard his footsteps leave and she relaxed a little. Maybe Angelo would be able to knock some sense into Rogan and allow her to leave or get out of this chair.