I want to start off by sincerely apologizing for the huge hiatus. It wasn't intended. I already had the entire story written, but my computer died and I thought I had lost its file. Fortunately, I recently found out that I had it backed up in my gmail account. Thank God. So here it is. I'm going to post the rest of the story and, once again, I apologize.
"Quinn, we really need to talk and I don't care if you…ohhh".
Carmine was startled when someone pushed the office's door open without knocking, but not enough startled not to be able to point his gun directly at him. It was not necessary, because the person stormed inside the room so decidedly, that he didn't even understand that something was wrong, before he tripped on Matt's unconscious body, and fell straight on the floor, confusedly.
Equally confused, was a tiny brunette, standing at the door, staring at all of the three strangers inside the room, before noticing Quinn and Tommy tied, sitting on the corner of the room. Rachel was motionless, without knowing what to do. Carmine pulled himself back together before her, and lifted his gun "come in. Slowly".
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"This is going so well. We don't even have to find anyone, they're just coming to us" Carmine commented, as he gestured the other man – the youngest and less scary of the three – to tie Rachel up, his gun now pointed toward Finn, who was being rudely lifted by one of the men.
Rachel was pushed to the floor, falling hardly by Tommy's side, gasping. The shock was still overwhelming her, and she hadn't still quite processed what was happening. Her eyes finally recognised the body Finn had tripped over "oh my God, Matt!" she cried, only then realizing that Carmine was actually approaching her.
"So this is your lovely sister, uh?" Carmine mused, as he bent down to cup her face. Rachel cringed at his touch and struggled to break free from it, but she wasn't able to do so. Carmine caressed – not very affectionately – her face with a crooked smile "I see your family has good genes".
"Don't fucking touch her!" Quinn cried, from where she was, her face flushed with anger and disgust. Carmine turned his head slowly to look at her, one arched eyebrow.
"Bitch, who made you think that you can tell me what to do?" he asked sardonically. Rachel cried, trying to shift away from him, but he tightened his grasp.
"What the fuck do you want from me?" Tommy yelled, practically spitting the words, just hoping that Carmine would step away from his sister "why are you doing this?".
"Don't fucking play dumb, Berry" Carmine warned, finally letting Rachel go – who immediately crawled back to the corner where Quinn was tied "you know exactly how things work".
"Why are you doing all this, then, if you just want me? I'm here. You can take me. Just let everyone else go" Tommy replied, madly.
"Fuck, Berry, don't you get it?" Carmine yelled "this isn't anymore just about you working for me again. This is about the damage you caused. You know how much money I lost by you running away? Because, apart from you being a totally waste of life, you were good business. And Karofsky, he was one of the few men I could really trust in our alliance. You fucked everything up. And I'm not stopping until I get back the money you made me lose plus a high fee of compensation for the inconvenient".
"If you want money, you don't have to do all this. I'll give you money, you just have to leave them alone" Tommy mumbled, wearily, looking down.
"Fine, where's the money?" Carmine asked, playing with his gun, nonchalantly, as if he hadn't been yelling just about five seconds ago.
Tommy sighed "I have 38 thousand dollars on my account" Tommy stated, quietly "then I have other 2 thousand hidden" even in the middle of the entire situation, Quinn lifted her eyebrows, surprised by the amount of money that mobsters made.
Carmine let out an ironic laughter "40 thousand dollars? Really? Do you really think I would go to all this trouble for 40 thousand dollars?" he asked, in a passive-aggressive way. Then the amusement disappeared from his expression, as anger covered it, and briskly closed his fist to punch Tommy
"Tommy!" Rachel cried, trying to crawl to him, but Carmine pointed the gun right at her.
"Stay there, bitch!" he yelled, madly. Rachel froze, tears quietly falling from her face, trembling "you have to do better than 40 thousand dollars, Berry!" he turned towards Tommy again, resuming their conversation.
Tommy sighed, straightening himself up. His right eye was now of a tone of purple and there was a small cut by its side. The pain made it hard for him to concentrate – plus he could hardly see from his right eye at the moment – but he needed to make it happened; he was the one responsible for all of that and he had to be the one resolving it "I can get… 50 thousand dollars. Handed it to you as soon as you let them out of here and drive me to a bank".
"You offend me thinking that I will sell myself that cheap!" Carmine mused back, walking nonchalantly around the room, stepping over Matt's body. He gestured one of the other men to drag the security's body to somewhere more convenient.
"I don't have any more money…" Tommy mumbled, against his chest.
"Fuck, that! You'll have to find a way of getting more money!" Carmine yelled. There was a moment of silence. Carmine sighed, covering his eyes with his palm, in a thoughtful way. Then he turned toward the younger men "Kosta, take the sister" he hissed, with a slight head nod.
The man – Kosta Borev – nodded in response, approaching Rachel promptly. He lifted her easily and started dragging her toward the door. Rachel fought as much as she could – having her hands tied – but Kosta was strong and didn't seem to find it difficult to transport her, even if she kicked him and tried to bite him.
"What are you going to do to her?" Tommy yelled.
"Don't touch her!" Quinn yelled, again, as she jumped to her feet. Carmine was briskly in front of her, before she could reach Kosta, and he slapped her hard across the face, making her step backward, hitting the wall.
Rachel gasped, horrified.
With a jump, Tommy was on his feet and, bending over, he threw himself toward Carmine, his shoulders hitting his stomach, and knocking him to the floor. The other man – Blake – promptly grabbed Tommy and shoved him back against the wall, his gun's barrel pressed against his forehead "are you done?" he asked.
"Stop, stop, stop, please stop!" Rachel cried, sobbing and whimpering, shaking her head vehemently as Kosta firmly grabbed her by her waist "don't hurt them, please, don't hurt them".
The guy with the gun pointed toward Tommy fidgeted, seeming slightly uncomfortable, waiting for his boss, Carmine, to tell him what to do. His index finger was ready on the trigger, if he got the order to execute Tommy.
Carmine slowly sat up, smoothing his clothes. He seemed strangely calm, which, somehow, made everyone more nervous. He prompted himself up.
"Don't kill him. Yet. He won't be lucrative if he's dead" he said, coldly. Then he turned around to face Kosta, who was frozen by the door, still holding Rachel "take her. Now!".