The two thugs walked behind him while Stefano walked in front. They didnâ€™t seem to be in a rush nor did they care that he wasnâ€™t bound.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Cocky bastards. </span></span>He thought attempting to keep his emotions in check. He had no weapons but his own to hands and he figured they would be hard enough to take down with a weapon and even harder without. Glancing back he smiled at the two behind him and waved his gait slowing slightly. â€œhey guys, want to tell me where weâ€™re going?â€<br/><br/>Benito and Marcelo frowned and said in unison. â€œKeep walking.â€ Benitoâ€™s hand seemed to come out of nowhere when he shoved Eric roughly from behind, momentarily putting Eric off guard as he attempted to keep his balance. â€œYou donâ€™t have to shove you know.â€ Eric said stretching his now soar back.<br/><br/>â€œYou two cut it out, we need him undamaged. What do you think the boss will do when he finds out?â€ Stefano said over his shoulder. The two men gulped but said nothing in response. â€œThatâ€™s better.â€ The leader said turning his attention back to the street. There were a few others out and about but when the three men and Eric walked by the quickly ran into their houses or whatever building was open for them.<br/><br/>Eric whistled. â€œYou guys have pull Iâ€™ll give you that.â€ He said glancing around at the people who went into hiding. â€œIs that all you have or do you have something else up your sleeve?â€ Stefano said nothing, neither did the two behind him. â€œWe can talk; Iâ€™m not going to bit.â€<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">So much for getting anything out of them. </span></span>He thought despite the fact he had already figured that out.<br/><br/>They kept walking for quite some time till Stefano took a left down an ally way and then down a flight of stairs heading to the basement of some bookstore. The side of the building was pretty much like all the others, full of graffiti and decayed. It was tan and at one time looked to have had a mural of some sort. Eric couldnâ€™t make it out and he knew there was no way to let Kat know either.<br/><br/>Stefano knocked on the door once, twice, and then once again. The door opened to a scrawny kid around the age of 16 or so. He let the four of them in glaring at Eric in the process. Ignoring the kid he followed Stefano down a hall, small stinky and falling apart. For all Eric could tell it was a sewer tunnel but there was adequate lighting and it opened up to a large over flowing room. There were books everywhere from sci-fi to fantasy, mystery to horror. It was impressive and whatâ€™s more there was someone sitting on what looked like a throne.<br/><br/>Eric couldnâ€™t tell if the person was a man or a woman. The lighting had faded to where it was hard to see and Eric was having a hard time adjusting to the light change. â€œSo youâ€™re the one in charge Iâ€™m guessing.â€ He said taking a step forward. Stefano was quicker and Eric felt the wind rush out of him as Stefan hit him hard in the abdomen. â€œThat will be enough out of you.â€ Stefano said growling. Going down on one knee Stefano apologized for Ericâ€™s words.