Chapter Six
The deep guttural growl of the Harley echoed down the leafy suburban street as Jarrod lazily glided across the asphalt. Great estates and manicured gardens flanked him as he rumbled down towards Hamish 'Hammer' Franitio; Olivia's fathers, home. He rounded the corner and there it was -- the Concrete Palace, with large iron gates, fountains, statues and plenty of expensive cars.
He slowly rode up to the gates and pulled up at the intercom. He lifted his devil visor of his old hell rider helmet and pushed the button looking up towards the gate camera. The gate swung open and he rode through and pulled up at the stairs up to the ornate entrance and hoped off. He tucked his helmet in the storage bag, giving his WWII helmet he brought for Ellie and reassuring tap. She used to love riding with him he remembered with a smile.
"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR NOW!!!" a man roared and guards poured from the entrance of the manor, quickly encircling him with guns in hand.
"What?! I think there has been some sort of.." Jarrod responded looking bewildered.
"Shut the fuck up, put your hands up and get on the ground NOW!" the same angry man ordered from the top of the stairs.
Jarrod was completely confused. Hammer and he had a good working relationship. He would go so far as to say they were trusted friends, or at least he had thought so. When he was sentenced to go to gaol, he had asked Hammer to look after his daughter. Hammer had always loved Ellie like she was his own and while he was known as a heartless underworld businessman, Jarrod knew that no one could protect Ellie better from his enemies while he was incarcerated than Hammer Franitio could.
"NOW! Or I take out a knee to start with!" the guard stated. Jarrod could tell he meant it.
"This is a huge mistake guys," Jarrod said as he dropped to his knees and put his hands behind his back. Guards immediately descended on his pushing him forward and holding his arms in place as they tied his wrists. "I'm just here to pick up my daughter."
The guards helped him to his feet and Jarrod entertained taking down this Wanker and a few of his tough mates with a few well-placed kicks, headbutts and even his teeth if needs be.
The leader approached. Jarrod could assess him better now. Ex-military for sure. He was smaller than Jarrod by a fair way but he was hardened like leather. His grey-blue eyes locked with his, all resolve. His teeth gritted.
"Well then, for the sake of your daughter, you be on your best behaviour then."
All the fight dissolved right out of him. He couldn't afford anything happening to Ellie.
"Now just to make sure you don't upset the family.." The guard thrust a rag into his mouth. At least it looked clean he thought allowing himself to be led into the house.
What the hell was happening here? He needed to talk to Hammer to see what the fuck was going on. They half carried, half lead him through the elaborate front doors and Jarrod turned his attention to the right where he knew Hammer's office was. To his surprise though, the guards went to lead him straight past and towards the stairs.
Abruptly, Hammer's office doors slammed open and a man stumbled out falling to the floor, screaming an earthly shriek of utter pain and horror. Jarrod twisted to see in shock. The man was clutching at his groin where a massive red stain was rapidly spreading out from. Two men rushed out through Hammers doors and lifted the man to his feet, quickly walking him outside as he continued to shriek.
A young skinny man in a classic suit stepped through the doorway. It was Jimmy Fanitio -- Hammer's nephew. He wore a look of contempt as if the man was somehow insulting him by daring to bleed on the floor.
"If you're not man enough to save your family Frankie, you're not man enough to have a manhood. Now get him to our doctor!"
The men holding Frank dragged him screaming through the front doors and the guards holding Jarrod quickly continued to usher Jarrod upstairs but not before Jarrod caught Jimmy coldly watching him climb the steps.
"And someone clean up this fuckin mess before my Uncle sees it!"
As they approached the top of the stairs, the head guard moved up ahead. Jarrod briefly made out him out talking to a woman the top of the grand staircase, before she raced away. The head guard signalled for Jarrod to be lead off to the side and through a side door. He tried to tell the guards, once again, the guards that this was a terrible mistake but they completely ignored him.
When he was almost through the door, he noticed a young, brown curly-haired man wearing glasses wandering past. He wore a leather satchel and carried a collection of paper and books. He seemed in a hurry to leave even before he saw Jarrod and the guards. His eyes widened with fear and shock as he turned his attention away and quickly power-walked past and down the stairs.
Jarrod was hurried down a corridor and unceremoniously dumped on the king-sized bed where three guards tied his ankles together. Not taking any chance I see! Jarrod noted to himself. He took in the room. It large with an ensuite but didn't look like it had been used in some time. Probably a spare room he guessed. Might as well enjoy the rest then if I have to lie here anyway.
It felt like an eternity until the door opened and a figure slid through the gap before quietly closing it behind them. He heard the ensuite door open and close and the shower start.
Could this get any weirder he thought, now some guard is having a shower while I'm right here! Is this some sort of strange torture they're inflicting on me?!
After five minutes the shower stopped and he heard someone drying their hair. In his pocket, he felt his phone buzz again with a message. After what seemed like another agonising wait, someone open the bathroom door and walked toward him. They rounded the side of the bed and sat on the edge looking down at Jarrod as he helplessly lay there.
"Hello Jarrod" She purred.
It was Mrs Fanitio or as he always knew her from school; Nikki Nalenkos. When he was a teenager his friends had another name for her at school too -- Nikki Knockers. He could not remember the number of times he 'spanked the monkey' while fantasising about Nikki Knockers breasts. Even as a late teenager she had disproportionately large, full tits compared to the rest of her body. Now she sat by him, in a sapphire nightgown that revealed far more of those same breasts that he had dreamed of as a youth, than he was comfortable seeing at the moment.
Nikki was even more beautiful now than she was as a young lady. She had grown into her body and exuded obvious confidence and sexuality. Her dark hair framed her almond eyes perfectly and cascaded down her shoulders and drew his eyes to the top of her cleavage once again. Her lips were full and red, perfectly complimenting her flawless olive skin. She gave him a mischievous smirk and he knew he was in trouble.
"My husband is VERY angry at you. Well not you specifically but with your gang. It seems they betrayed him and my nephew is in hospital now because of them...because of you!" she finished the last word popping him in the chest with her index finger.
