chapter thirty three

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vic smacked open his cell.."di marco.." he barked into the receiver...

"so what is that supposed to mean,, good news and bad news???" he stood up and started pacing the room...

"they what??? how the fuck did that happen??"

"god fucking damn it.. you know what this means??? do you?? do you know what this fucking means?"

whatever it was.. it wasn't good.. jessa could only hear the one side of the conversation,, but from her vantage point the possibilities that she was going to get out of this,, or just out of these freakin' handcuffs was dimming by the second....

"i cannot f'ing believe this.. there has to be something.. some way... let me think on this and i'll get back to you..."

"no!!! for christs sake ren...you have fucking done enough as it is!!!" snap.. the cell was closed... the energy level in the room heightened considerably as vic threw his hands up in disgust...

"small potatoes girl friend.. you just became really small potatoes you know that???"

"what the fuck is that supposed to mean???" jessa snapped back.. handcuffed or no,, jessa was not letting off on her edge.. she had nothing else on which to rely at this point...

"it means.. what ever the fuck happens to you,, and what you know,, doesn't mean diddely squat anymore.. it means you are worth no more to me alive than dead.. it means if you piss me the fuck off i am going to kill you myself you stupid fucking whore.. so if i was you i would keep my freaking pie hole shut!!!!"

vic was ranting,, fuming... he was pissed at the world.. and she was in the perfect position to take the brunt of it.. damn it...

"ok,, ok.. tough ain't gonna cut it sister... whats your next move??" jessa's brain went into over drive.. she could do this.. she had gotten out of worse scrapes than this.. if there was a frickin' god,, he had not saved her from sure death so many times before this,, just to bring her here and let her die handcuffed,, in a chair,, in some cheap motel... that much she knew.....

vic slapped open his cell.. he hit speed dial.. someone he knew well enough to need the number at the press of a button,, jessa noted...

"ren.. check this out.. lets work this thing out together.. call 'em.. tell em they get to keep the guy.. payment.. blood for blood.. for ruben..."

ren??? ruben??? ruben?? as in "big ruben" malleo.. brother of sargent warren "ren" malleo,, that fat bald headed piece of perverted ass??? that fucking asshole junky who insists his father was some kind of a mafioso?? the one with the fucking cop brother that always seemed to get him out of the little cuts and scrapes that landed everyone else in the can?? the very reason that jason was behind bars right now?? ruben?? was that who was fucking beat to a bloody pulp in the parking lot of the ware house?????

the picture was becoming a whole lot clearer... now all she had to do was figure out how vic di marco fit into all of this... she had a sneaking suspicion,, if she could do that... she was home free.....