Wild Flower Ch. 10

"What?" Brian gasped. "Are you serious?"

"Yes!"

"Oh my God," Brian gripped Miguel's neck and pulled him into a really tight hug. It felt warm and cozy. "That is really wonderful. Congratulations to you."

"Thank you." Miguel pulled away and held Brian's hands tightly. "This is really great for me. I can't believe that I have taken over that company." Miguel might not have completely used honest means but he was now the owner. "I am really happy." Now there was only one problem that he knew he had to deal with.

"I am happy for you too." Brian smiled brightly. "Now I have had the maid prepare something for you to eat. Why don't you come and eat something?"

"Hmm," He took a deep sigh. "Okay. Let's go."

Miguel chuckled and then went away with Brian.

***

Miguel opened the door to his bedroom and let himself in, closing the door behind him. He had just come from having a really delicious meal with Brian and then some sweet wine. He was tipsy but he was in his right senses.

Reaching his bed, Miguel threw himself on it and just lay on his back. He was staring into the beautiful ceiling, trying to think about what was going on and what he was going to do about it. Miguel might have been tipsy but his mind was sharp as hell.

The only thing in Miguel's mind at that particular time was just Lambert and how to make him talk. He had several theories on his mind but what he needed was the perfect one. He knew time was running out so that was the reason why he wanted to hurry.

"God! What am I..."

Before Miguel even finished his sentence, something came to his mind, something that made him quickly get up and gasp. His heart started pounding deep in his chest and his entire body trembled. His entire face got lit up by an evil grin and he just chuckled. He had finally gotten an idea.

Miguel quickly got the phone from his pocket and dialed Mark's number.

"Hello, boss?"

"Yes! I have finally got it." Miguel chuckled sinisterly. "I finally have a way for Lambert to talk. I know that this will make him talk. I shall finally be able to get those names."

"That's great, boss." Even Mark sounded happy.

"Yes! I called to tell you to stop torturing him for now." Miguel instructed. "Don't do anything to him tonight. I will be coming there tomorrow to finally get the names."

"Okay, boss." Mark said. "But has anything risen out there concerning his disappearance."

"No!" Miguel shook his head. "I don't think they will be searching anytime soon. Not with the message we had sent to his wife and some of his friends." He chuckled sinisterly. "They think the pig has traveled. Anyway, he better enjoy his night because tomorrow morning I need answers. Thanks Mark."

"Anything for you, boss." Mark said happily.

Miguel cut the call and threw it on the bed. Then an evil grin appeared on his face as he rubbed his hands together.

"Get ready for me, Lambert." He chuckled sinisterly. "I am coming to get you."

***

Miguel arrived at his other place and quickly parked his car right in front of the entrance. He switched off his engine and quickly got out. He was dressed in a really beautiful yellow sleeveless shirt which was really tight on him. It was half way buttoned and his chest was exposed for the world to see and admire. He was wearing a black designer's skinny jean and white sneakers. His hair was curled and it was loose, really beautiful. He might have not been coming to a party but rather torture but he still needed to look good.

When he was rushing to the entrance, he met up with his guard who looked pretty tired. He still had his sleeves folded and he seemed a little mad.

"Welcome, mi senor." He greeted, rubbing little sweat from his skin. "I have been waiting for you."

"Yeah," He said, looking straight at Mark. "The bastard is still quiet, isn't he?"

"Yes! I haven't touched him since you told me to leave him alone last night."

"Good!" Miguel smirked. "You did well because today I expect an answer."

Mark gave a sigh. "How are you going to do that, boss?"

Miguel smirked, shaking his head. "You don't have to worry about that, Mark. I have my ways of finding out what I need to know. Let's go in."

"Yes!" Mark said.

Mark opened the door for Miguel and both of them went inside. It wasn't long before they were at the entrance to the basement. Mark opened the door for Miguel and he went right in.

When Miguel went inside, he found Lambert there all tied up with his eyes dropped to the floor. His face had several bruises and cuts. In fact, it had a lot of dry blood. He was worse than Miguel had left him the other day. But he was really looking wonderful to Miguel. In fact, that was the way pigs like him were meant to look. They deserved whatever it was that they were getting. Miguel really hated Lambert to the core.

"Hello, there handsome." He chuckled mockingly. "How was your wonderful night?"

Hearing Miguel's voice, Lambert quickly raised his head and looked at him with a sad face. He had passed through hell with Angelo's guard and it hurt like hell. All that he wanted to do was just to get out of there.

"Let me go." Lambert said in a really weak voice. "I need to go."

"Oh!" Miguel chirped, moving closer to Lambert. "Poor, poor Lambert. I can feel your pain. Trust me, I really feel your pain but you and I know what's going on here. I can't let you go unless you give me those names. You will not be getting out of here unless those names are revealed. It is just a simple name. I only need if it is even just one."

"No!" Lambert shook his head. "I know what you are trying to do. I will not give you those names and..."

"Why are you protecting your fellow men when you are here suffering?" Miguel asked harshly. "Isn't it enough that you've already suffered more for them? I just need a tiny name and that's all that I want from you. Who knows?" He shrugged. "You might just win your freedom out of here."

Lambert knew exactly what Miguel was trying to do. He wasn't that stupid as to reveal those names. Those names were probably the only reason why he was still alive. Otherwise, he would have been dead already.

"You can do anything you want." Lambert chuckled teasingly, shaking his head. "You can say whatever you want but never will I ever give you a single name."

"Are you daring me?" Miguel folded his arms on his chest, shaking his head angrily. "Are you trying to act smart with me?"

"Think whatever it is that you want." Lambert gave a manic laughter even through his pain. He just moved his head forward and looked at that sexy body in front of him. "You are not getting a single name from me. It is only a matter of time before the police find out where I am and rescue me. You may think you are smarter than them but they are gonna find me."

"Oh really?" Miguel laughed. "I can't believe you are such a bastard Lambert. But anyway, I will take your advice and then we will see whether you are gonna stay with the same attitude that you have right now. I know how men like you work and..."

"I don't fucking care about what you say." Lambert snarled. He was just so angry and so scared of the boy in front of him. He was just hoping he wasn't biting more than he could chew. "You may beat me or you can torture me but you are just wasting your time, little boy. Kill me but you are not getting those names out of me."

Miguel just burst into laughter and then looked at Lambert in rage. He just hated the guy so much that he couldn't even wait to have him killed. He couldn't wait to send him six feet underground. Fuck! He was hitching to kill the guy.

Miguel furiously moved away from Lambert and took out his phone. He dialed a number and waited for it to ring.

"Boss!" The man on the other end answered.

"Yes! Are you there right now?"

He quickly put the call on loud speaker so that Lambert could hear him. An evil grin appeared on his face when he saw the confused look on Lambert's face. It was priceless but he couldn't have loved it more than he did at that particular time.

"Yes, boss. I am right there now." The man said loudly. "Should I proceed as planned? I have the target on sight."

"Hmm," He chuckled sinisterly, taking a good look at Lambert. "I don't think you should do that right now. Stand down and just watch the target. I will tell you what to do later. Don't lose the target."

"I won't boss." The man said on the other end of the line.

"Talk to you real soon."

Miguel cut the call and went back to Lambert. From that look in his eyes, Miguel could tell that Lambert was really confused and somehow scared. That was what he need from him. It was all that he needed to get answers from him. Now the real fun was gonna begin.

"Now as I was saying before..."

"What was that?"

Lambert had never been so scared in his life like the way he was at that particular time. His heart was pounding deeper in his chest, threatening to burst out. His breaths instantly became harsh and his body vibrated in fear.

"What was what?" Miguel shrugged, giving Lambert angry eyes. "I have no freaking idea what you are talking about."

"What was that you were just talking about?" Lambert had no idea why he was suddenly curious. He had a feeling that Miguel had been talking about something related to him. "Who were talking to and who is the target?"

"Oh!" Miguel chuckled happily, smirking at Gabriel. "It is just someone that I am interested in right now, someone that could help with my... plans." He blew on his nails as if he couldn't care less about Lambert. "Why? Do you..."

"Who..."

"Hmm, so curious." Miguel chirped. "Anyway, since you want to know who I am talking about then I will tell you right now."

Miguel got dangerously close to Lambert and could hear his breaths increasing.

"You see, I have my eyes set on a certain boy and a certain girl." He cleared his voice. "The girl is tall. She has blonde hair but has dyed half of it blue. She has deep green eyes and she likes parties more than family events." He chirped. "The boy on the other hand is just average, maybe two years older than me. He is more into fashion design and he likes girls a lot because his father is such a jerk. Actually, these two are somewhere chilling out and enjoying their lives."

As soon as Lambert heard that from Miguel, his heart's pounding went to another level. He felt as if he was gonna get a heart attack. His breaths became so harsh that he felt like he was running out breath. His hormones got out of control, taking his fear to another level. His body began trembling terribly and he couldn't help but whimper. The blood that was passing through his veins felt like a deadly poison. He wanted to cry. He swore he really wanted to cry because tears formed in his eyes.

When he saw that evil grin on Angelo's eyes, his body shook uncontrollably. It was as if he was having a seizure or something. He could have sworn that death was near. He could have sworn that he was about to die.

As soon as Lambert had heard that description, he knew that he was screwed. He knew who Miguel had just described to him. They were really important people and he couldn't have anything happen to them. It was almost like death.

"What?" Lambert breathed. His heart felt as if it had just been pierced. "What do you want from my children?" He tried to break free but the rope that had tied his hands was really tight. "Stay the fuck away from my children because..."

"Because what?" Miguel yelled, breathing harshly. "Why? Why are you so defensive when it comes to your children?"

"Stay the fuck away from them." Lambert was acting violent but that was futile because he couldn't do anything to Miguel no matter what he did. "They are not part of this. It is me that you want and I am right here. They have nothing to do with this."

"Oh they do have everything to do with this." Miguel chuckled in a really evil voice. "The sins of their father have come to haunt them. You see..." He passed his little finger on Lambert's hairy chest. "...I have a deadly sniper who is just waiting for my orders and just like that..." He snapped his fingers. "...he is ready to shoot and end your children's lives. Now would you..."

"No!" Lambert actually cried. "Please!" He pleaded. "Don't hurt my children because they have nothing to do with this. They are innocent."

"I was innocent." Miguel said angrily, pointing at Lambert. "I was younger than your children and yet you still used that... that..." He glowered, feeling deeply hurt and disgusted. "...that thing you call a dick and raped me. Do you have any idea what I went through while you were raping me out there? I bled... I pleaded with you so much but you mocked me and still raped me until... until..."

Miguel furiously rubbed the tear which made its way down his cheek. "...you raped me out there. You and three of those disgusting masked men. You want me to spare your children?" He chuckled bitterly, moving closer to Lambert. "Then tell me the fucking names of those three fucking masked men. Who are they and what do they do for a living? Where do they live? Tell me what I want to know and maybe I may just spare your freaking children from their demise. And you better tell me the truth because I shall make sure that I put a hole in those fucking heads."

"Not my children." Lambert cried like a child. "Please. I can't bear to lose my..."

"Oh you can't bear to lose them." Miguel chuckled manically. "Then drop those fucking names. You better not lie to me because I know how I am gonna recognize them."

"No!" Lambert cried. "I can't tell you those names. I just can't tell you because..."

"Do you think I am fucking joking?" Miguel yelled out in pain. "Tell me those fucking names right now or..."

Before he could even finish his sentence, he quickly pulled his phone and dialed a certain number.

"Hello, boss? How..."

"If at all I don't call you in the next two minutes." He said angrily. "...I want you to waste the two of them. Do a really good job. I don't want any mistakes."

"I can never make a mistake with this, boss."

"Yes! Remember what I have told you." He looked at the crying Lambert. "Kill them both and record it if you must and then send the video to me. The count should begin as soon as I cut the call."

Miguel furiously cut the call and gripped the phone harder in his hands. He was just so mad that he wasn't gonna hesitate to kill the two of them. He didn't care about what was gonna happen.

"You bastard." Lambert cried. "You stupid bitch. Please. Not my children."

"Of course," Miguel took a quick glance at his watch. "You only have a minute and fifty seconds to tell me exactly what I want to hear. Pleading for your children's lives won't help in this situation. I pleaded and you couldn't hear me. You still raped me anyway despite my pleading with you so don't fucking say that I am going to listen to you. I never forgive because you turned into this unforgiving being.

However, I am willing to spare their lives if at all you reveal those names." He warned. "But remember, if at all those names turns out to be fake then you are gonna regret it for the rest of your life. Not only will I kill you but I will kill your entire family as well so don't you fucking mess with me. The time is still ticking."

"God, why?"

"God will never help an evil man like you." He said angrily. "A man like you knows how to cause misery to others just like you did to me. Now tell me those names. Now you only have a minute left so better start talking."

"Please."

Lambert knew he was put in a really difficult situation. His children were the most prized possessions that he had ever gotten on this earth. He loved them so much that he couldn't bear to see them suffering. He couldn't bear to see them dead. On the other hand, he knew revealing those names was gonna make him dead. Miguel was gonna kill him. He wasn't gonna survive. So he had to choose between his life and his children's lives. If only there was a way for him to save them both? But what if there was.

"Thirty seconds..."

Lambert was so fucking dead. He was completely dead and he needed to do one thing. He was starting to sweat terribly and his body was shaking uncontrollably. He felt like peeing in his pants. His breaths sounded like a tornado and his heart was like a washing machine. He felt hot and his eyes became red. He couldn't feel the physical pain anymore. What he felt was deeper than that.

"Fifteen seconds..."

Lambert didn't know what to do anymore because there was just a lot that he needed to think about and time was not on his side.

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

"Stop!" He yelled out in pain, crying even more. "Tell the sniper not to kill my children. I will reveal the names to you just tell him to spare my children." He quavered and started crying afterwards.

Hearing what Lambert had just said, Miguel felt tears build in his eyes. He couldn't believe Lambert had finally agreed to reveal those names. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and his entire body felt really relaxed but hurt.

Miguel quickly took out his phone and dialed the number.

"Yes, boss. I am ready to shoot right now."

"No! I want you to stand down." He commanded. "Do not shoot any of them, okay."

"Yes, but what should..."

"Continue watching them until I call you." He said in a bossy tone. "Do not retreat until I call you."

Miguel cut the call and then moved his eyes to Lambert, giving him an evil grin. He could see fear in the old man's eyes and he just got really happy. That only showed him that he was definitely in charge. He loved striking fear into Lambert because it was gonna help him with his plans.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"You..."

"Spare me the useless talk because I am not interested." He got really close. "Now tell me who those stupid fools are right now."

Lambert raised his teary face and looked up to Miguel, giving him a look of pain. "How am I sure you are gonna spare my children and..."

"Oh! Shut the fuck up." Miguel yelled, pointing his trembling finger at him. "Stop with all these stupid excuses and tell me who those stupid fools are. I need their names right now and this is the last time I am gonna ask you this." He warned. "Don't you dare fuck with me because you are gonna regret it. Now who are those idiots?"

Lambert's fear worsened once again and he cried even more. Who knew what was gonna happen to him after revealing those names and identities of the men that he had raped Angelo with three years ago. And the worse thing was that he had no freaking plan in his mind. He was just blank. Man, he couldn't even think properly or come up with anything. He just looked at Miguel with sad eyes and without saying anything.

Miguel on the other hand was definitely getting pissed. He felt like ripping Lambert's head's head because the man was definitely thinking that he was joking. His heart was pounding so deep in his chest that it felt as if it was gonna break open his chest. His breaths were really harsh and his mood was changing.

"It seems as if you are not taking me seriously." Miguel gripped his phone harder. "I think you are just wasting my time here." He opened his phone and started dialing the number. "I will teach you not to mess with me, you stupid ugly man."

Miguel quickly dialed the number and placed the phone on his ear.

Lambert felt as if he had just died. "No" He screamed at the top of his voice. "Please! No! Don't make that call." He sobbed uncontrollably, feeling his entire body trembling. "I will tell you."

Miguel furiously cut the call and dropped his hand to his hip, looking at the annoying man.

"You really think I am fucking with you but don't you dare mess with me." He warned. "This is the last time I am gonna ask. If you do not give me those names then I will make sure that I put holes in your children's heads so you better start fucking talking. Who are the three men that raped me together with you that day?" He yelled, gripping the phone harder in his hand. "Tell me or else..."