As Amato got lost in his thoughts, Jimmy was secured in chains down a moldy and damp basement. He had an idea for escape and that included using his belt to pick the lock on his chains. Squirming around, he managed to unfasten the buckle to the black leather strap. Just as he had detached the belt from his pants he heard moaning and twitching from the body on the floor. Was it alive or was that just rigor, Jimmy wondered? Dead bodies were known to make weird noises as air passed over the windpipe and vocal chords. He knew this from experience while in his rookie year. Back when the dinosaurs roamed the earth he was assisting with a homicide and a John Doe sat up just as he was trying to tag him. It scared Jimmy so much that he actually considered quitting. But that was eons ago, and he’s not afraid of dead bodies anymore. These days he raged against death, and even spat in its face on numerous occasions. Still though, dead bodies creeped him out. As he managed to feel the buckle with his fingers, Jimmy began feeling for the pad lock. That was when he saw out of the corner of his eye, the body sit up, “Shiiit!” he heard a woman hissing.
Stopping in his tracks, he recognized the voice, “Fenetti, is that you?”
Looking over her shoulder, Cassandra glared at Jimmy and moaned again, “Shiiit!”
“Nice to see ya too, bitch!”
“Fuck off!” she yelled as the room swirled around her.
“Not fucking with you period,” Jimmy said as he continued trying to pick his lock.
“What the hell is going on?” she demanded to know.
“We’re about to be butchered because of you,” he answered her.
“I didn’t have anything to do with this!” she exclaimed.
“If you weren’t such a shady bitch, me and Amato wouldn’t have been running all over this town looking for your dank ass.”
“Keep talking troll and I’ll shove my foot straight up your ass.”
“Bring it Princess!”
“Oh the language!” A loud nasaly voice said. Shocked, they both looked up and heard footsteps coming down the basement steps.
Though her instincts told her to run and hide, Cassie didn’t. Instead she awkwardly stood up to meet her fate as Jimmy could only look on. Slowly from the staircase emerged none other than Destiny Van Holsten, Stephano’s ex wife. The site of her made Cassie sick to her stomach and she began to feel just as bad she did before. Nonetheless she fought the urge to not tremble, Cassie would not allow this woman the satisfaction of intimidating her. If this was the end, then she was determined to die with a little dignity.
Walking towards Cassie, Destiny’s black and white sheath dress made her look terribly out of place in a situation like this. Behind her, was her new benefactor/boyfriend, Danny Marchesi. Immediately Cassie demanded to know, “What the hell is this?”
“A celebration silly, tonight we celebrate the life of Stephano Rimaldi while his fiance tragically disappears.” Destiny answered.
“Tisk, tisk, you were always irresponsible Cassandra,” Danny snickered, “But not showing up to your own fiance’s wake, that’s disappointing.”
Being mocked by dumb and dumber made Cassie seethe and she lunged at Destiny but luckily for her, Danny grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back just a few feet out of range from Destiny. That didn’t stop Cassie from spitting on her, which is right when she felt a carefully manicured hand slapping her across the face. Like a sick threesome, the two got off on torturing Cassie knowing that her beloved could do nothing. As Cassie was restrained by zip ties and held by her hair, Danny looked over at Jimmy and said, “It’s gotta hurt to see the one you risked everything for getting gutted.” It was then Jimmy realized they thought he was Agent Amato, knowing there was a way to save Cassie, he said, “I think you got this all twisted. I ain’t her boyfriend.”
Putting her pimp hand down, Destiny walked over to Jimmy and looked really hard at him. “Holy shit, Danny, you got the wrong guy!”
“Don’t listen to him, he’ll say anything to trick us.”
“No, he’s not the guy I saw in the newspapers. He wasn’t this small.”
“Hey, who the hell you callin’ small, Barbie?”
“Oh shut up, Frodo!” Destiny said with distain.
“Damn it! I knew I should’ve checked before we pounced,” Danny lamented, “At least we got her,” he said yanking again on Cassie’s hair.
“Yeah, two outta three ain’t bad, but still it would’ve been nice to kill her while he watched. The fact that he’s a fed just makes it yummy.” She said laughing like a psychopath.
Taking his gun out of his waistband, Danny put the barrel to Cassie’s head and looked at Destiny, “You want the honor?”
Taking the gun from him, Destiny surprised everyone when she pistol whipped Cassie instead. “Wish I could do it now, but she’s the entertainment.” Lifting up Casssie’s head with her index finger, she explained, “We’re inviting everyone here tonight to watch the great Cassandra Fenetti get capped in the face. We’re even live streaming it on social media.” As Cassie’s face began to bruise, Destiny added insult to injury, “I would tell you to clean up and get yourself together but what would be the point?” As soon as those words left her mouth, Cassie headbutted her, knocking Destiny right on her ass. Though he didn’t mean to, Jimmy snickered and had to conceal his amusement at the events unfolding.
It was no laughing matter however when Danny unleashed several punches to Cassie’s face. Unlike Destiny though, Cassie continued to stand upright and took the punishment. Outraged, Destiny kicked Cassie in the knee all the while shrieking, “You think we’re playing?” As Cassie grunted in pain, she was down to one knee that’s when Danny went in for the final blow punching her in the temple. Cassie collapsed in a heap on the floor still restrained and remarkably quiet for someone getting the stuffing beat out of her. Disturbed by what he was seeing Jimmy yelled, “Hey! You made your point, back the fuck off!” This enraged Danny who wasn’t done dolling out punishment. He took the gun off the floor and was stopped by Destiny who said, “No! He could be a bargaining chip.” Stroking Danny’s face, she explained, “He’ll be useless dead.”
Looking back at Cassie, who was unconscious Destiny growled, “Fenetti, on the other hand is dead.” Signaling him, while she fixed her messy hair, Destiny said, “Come on, we got a party to plan.” Relieved that it was over, Jimmy watched as they slithered up the stairs and back to whatever pit they crawled out of.