Parker was unsure what day it was, or how many days he'd spent locked up. Without a knowledge of time, he worried about his wife. He couldn't protect them from behind these iron bars. At least with him there they had a chance. Now his family was a group of sitting ducks.
His first few days he tried to get out. But his captors, whoever they were, had planned this well. He slept a lot now. There was nothing else to do. He'd rather be asleep than be tormented by his own thoughts. He was jerked by his slumber by the door slamming open. "Get up," voices commanded. Still half asleep, he felt his body jerked to his feet.
By time he opened his eyes he was walking down a long narrow hall. He was guarded on three sides by men. He couldn't recognize them, he dared not turn around.
They finally reached the end of the hall. The hall opened into a large room, just as desolate as the hall way. "He's ready," a single voice said, shoving into the arms of the Don. The Don leaned in, "I'm disappointed. I don't like to be let down." The Don shoved him to the ground.
From the ground, Parker couldn't see anything. "You left a very valuable thing behind," the Don hissed. "I really wanted that necklace." Parker's thoughts ran back to the heist where he almost got caught. "Pitty, I can't even trust a con artist to get anything." His voice was slow. Only adding to the suspense. "Don't let it happen," he croaked slowly before enunciating clearly, "again."
Parker laid on the floor. If he made it through today, he could make it though anything. Maybe even consider a different profession. "Get him," before the Don's last words were out, Parker felt the pains shoot through his body. He fought to protect his head and neck against the blow of their feet and sticks. The men taunted him.
Looking out of his arms, light flooded the room as the Don exited. All he had to do was make it to the door. But then what? They'd still follow him. His family would still be in danger. He wasn't sure he could make it really. He was ready to die when one last taunt reached his ears, "You're wife will look great under me."
Rage consumed Parker. He would not get away with that one. Parker rolled his body over and took a blow to his chest. However it was pure stupidity and sheer luck that Parker made it out of that room alive. He returned home to find a letter attached to his door, Great job, you've been promoted.
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