His Kitten

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15. Arrested

Daniel

I stared at the picture message on my phone for the umpteenth time.
“I’m sorry kitten, but this was the only way.”
I rolled my eyes. Did Vincent really think I had broken all ties when I left all those years ago? All it took was a few calls. It’s hard to seduce someone if they hate you, and being beaten by Vincent’s men, my little kitten would add two and two together and come up with five. Then when the time came she would come running to me with open arms.


Alex walked into my office. I quickly locked the phone, and looked up.
“Sorry to disturb you Daniel, but we have a problem...”
He was roughly shoved to the side by a man in a suit.
“Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing in my house?” I growled.
“Mr Daniel Marchesi, I am arresting you for conspiracy to commit murder...”
I stared at him not really hearing the rest of what he said. I had been so careful to cover my tracks. To point everything towards Vincent. Hell I hadn’t even used the Marchesi name since leaving Sicily. Then it suddenly sunk in. Vincent. This was his doing.
“Mr Marchesi? Do you understand?” He yelled.
I nodded as two uniformed officers grabbed me and cuffed my hands behind my back.
“We also have a warrant to search your home,” he added.
I glanced over at Alex.
“Call my lawyer,” I hissed.
He shrugged, “why would I do that?” He smirked, “besides I doubt he works for free. I imagine all your assets will have been frozen.”
He looked at the plain clothes officer for confirmation.
“Yes, that is correct, Mr...?” The officer replied.
“Pinotti, Alex Pinotti,” Alex replied.
I glared at him as the officers dragged me away.
“You fucking bastard! Your working for him, aren’t you?” I growled.
He just looked at me and smirked. He wasn’t about to incriminate himself, but I knew from the look on his face that he was. I didn’t know him as Pinotti either, I knew him as Pine. All this time I had trusted Alex, All this time he was working for my brother.


They didn’t take me to the police precinct, but to the FBI headquarters. They put me in an interrogation room, cuffed to a table. I wasn’t sure how long I was left there. Perhaps they thought I would sweat. I wasn’t that type of person.

When the detective finally turned up, he had a Manila folder in his hands. He also had a transparent plastic bag with my phone in it. The same phone which had the pictures of my kitten, battered and bruised. Things were beginning to look bleak.

He shoved a document across the table.
“You might want to read that Mr Marchesi,” he snarled.
I rolled my eyes.
“That’s not the name I go by now,” I scoffed.
The detective sneered, “doesn’t matter what you call yourself. Once a Marchesi, always a Marchesi,” he spat.
I ignored him, and read the document.
Once I had finished reading it I was spitting nails. That miserable little bastard had spilt his guts.
“You think that a court is going to believe a low life murderer over an upstanding businessman,” I scoffed.
The detective tapped the phone.
“Maybe not, but we’ve just added kidnapping to the charges. Tell me where the girl is and we might be able to cut a deal.”


I shook my head. They thought I had kidnapped my kitten. These people were the worst kind of stupid. Maybe I could use this to my advantage.

“If I can’t use my own lawyer, then you better get a state appointed one here. I’m saying nothing until I speak to someone,” I snarled.

The detective sighed. He knew I had him. Maybe this could work in my favour.

“Scratch that,” I sneered, “release enough of my money to get me my own lawyer, then maybe I’ll tell you about the girl.”

The detective glared at me. I smirked in return. He knew I had him over a barrel. What he didn’t realise was I had no control over what happened to my kitten. Vincent may well have got bored with her already. She may be lying at the bottom of the ocean for all I knew. I hoped not, but being stuck in here, my hands were tied, literally.


The detective stood up. I could tell by the look on his face he was pissed. He glared at me, before leaving the room. I looked up into the corner of the room and saw a camera, with a red light. So they were watching me. Not really a surprise. I looked straight up at the camera and winked. I was suddenly starting to feel I had the upper hand.


It must have been a fucking hour before anyone came back. Stuck in this hellhole and handcuffed to a fucking desk. I was more than a little irritated.

When the door opened I was expecting my lawyer to be standing there. Explaining to me how he was going to fix this mess. Instead I saw the smirking detective walk through the door.

He sat down in the chair opposite me, and adjusted his tie.

“It appears Mr Marchesi,” he began, “That you haven’t been entirely truthful,” he smirked.

I glared at him, but said nothing. He knew something else, something that I didn’t, and that was annoying me more than anything.

I watched as he pulled a document out of his pocket and tossed it on the desk.

I looked at it, anger bubbling to the surface. What the fuck!

The words blurred together as I read the document.

“You’ve gotta be fucking joking!” I hissed.


It was a document making Vincent the legal guardian of my kitten. Signed by her pathetic excuse of a father, and Judge Mason, who I knew for a fact was on Vincent’s payroll. He was a crusty old bastard, and had been on my fathers payroll too. I couldn’t believe he was still going. He should be dead, or at the least retired.

“You’re not interested how she came by those bruises?” I sneered.

He rolled his eyes, “that’s none of our concern, she’s a ward of Vincent Marchesi now. He’s in Sicily currently, and out of our jurisdiction. If he sets foot on American soil, we may have a few questions for him. Besides, we have a Marchesi banged to rights already.”

I chuckled. I didn’t want him to know I was worried.

“Really! The word of a two bit thief turned murderer who’d say anything or do anything to make sure his kid was safe?”

He rested his hands on the table.

“Oh Mr Marchesi, we have a great deal more than that. We have the hard-drive of your computer.”

I smirked at him. There were about three different types of encryption on that hard drive...”

Suddenly my smile dropped. Alex had helped me setup the protection on it. That was the main reason I had employed him.

The detective smirked.

“Mr Pinotti has been most helpful,” he stopped and his smirk turned into a glare.


“You really are a piece of work aren’t you Marchesi. At least your brother doesn’t pretend to be anything other than a mob boss. You though...”

He looked at me and shook his head.

“Your being charged with conspiracy to commit murder, and several counts of corrupting a minor, along with internet grooming. If you touched any of those girls we’ll be adding felony sexual assault to the charges.”

He looked at me with disgust.

I swallowed hard. Fucking Alex. I should have deleted everything, but how the hell was I to know what was going to happen.


The door opened and two uniformed officers were standing there.

“Take him down to the cells,” the detective hissed.

They uncuffed my hands from the table, and re-cuffed them behind my back.

“What about my lawyer,” I snapped.

The detective shook his head.

“They’ll be a court appointed lawyer to see you before your arraignment in the morning.”

The officers started to escort me out of the interrogation room.

“You know,” the detective began, the officers stopped, and I turned my head to look at him.

“Ryans kid was lucky. I know she’s stuck with your brother, who I know is a murdering arsehole, but at least he’s not a perverted creep like you.” He spat.

He nodded to the officers and they dragged me away.

Thanks to my brother, and that pathetic little shit, Ryan. I’d probably never see my kitten again.

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