Chapter Eleven
The sound of a door slamming had me sitting up quickly. I’d been dozing while watching a stupid Hallmark movie. I sat up, my heart hammering, Mace was usually quiet around the apartment. He was downright sneaky at times. The stomping and more slamming had me jumping to my feet.
There was someone here and it wasn’t Mace, and they were coming to my room.
I frantically looked around me, knowing there was nothing in here that I could protect myself with.
I had the remote control, an old TV I couldn’t lift and some fucking blankets.
I grabbed the sheet and tore it off the bed then ran to stand behind the door.
Fuck, Waverley…a blanket? But it was all I had. It wasn’t Mace thundering towards me and now I could hear voices. There were at least two people, maybe more. My heart was pounding and I tried not to let the fear get the better of me. I had no clue what was coming, except it wouldn’t be good.
I took a deep breath when the lock pulled back. Saying a prayer, I held up the blanket in front of me. The door swung open, and two men came inside.
“What the fuck?” one of them said when he didn’t see me in the room. “Where is she?”
I pushed the door hard, and it hit the second guy, as I threw the blanket over the head of the first guy then kicked him, hoping he’d be disorientated. Then I ran, darting around the door.
The second guy hadn’t been thrown off quite as well as I had hoped, and he grabbed for me as I rushed through the door.
I had to get to the living room and make a run for the kitchen, if the door was locked it would slow me down trying to unlock it, but if I could arm myself with a knife, it might give me a chance.
My long hair was my downfall. The man grabbed it and pulled hard.
It felt like my scalp was tearing as I reeled backwards, losing my balance and falling on my ass.
“You think you can fucking run?” The sharp smell of alcohol hit me, it was pouring out of him.
I struggled, grabbing onto his hand where he was pulling me by my hair, trying to drag me back inside the room. I winced in pain as I was pulled along, reaching out with one hand, trying to grab hold of his wrists to stop him ripping my hair out.
“You’re more trouble than you’re fucking worth,” the man yelled as he tossed me across the room.
I rolled a few times and hit the wall hard.
Tears sprang into my eyes from the pain to my scalp and I’d hit that wall hard.
I looked up and saw the President standing there, another man I didn’t recognise was holding the blanket I had thrown over him, staring at me with a horrible, hungry look on his face.
I scrambled back and used the wall to get myself to my feet.
The President let out a harsh laugh and glanced at his friend.
My eyes switched between the two of them, wondering who was going to come at me first and how I would fight both of them.
I was screwed, but I couldn’t let them do this to me.
I’d rather die. They started advancing together, if I tried to dart between them to get to the door, they’d just grab me.
If I stayed where I was, I might as well just give in. I had no way out of this.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” I shouted.
They laughed. I bared my teeth at them, clenching my fists.
“Club princess here thinks she’s gonna fight us,” the other guy said. The President laughed again.
“She won’t be fighting for long,” he lurched towards me. “You’re family are gonna see you sooner than they think. In pieces.”
I swung my fist, connecting with his jaw, his head snapped to the side and I winced at the pain in my hand, but I didn’t have time to think about that as the other guy ran at me, he slapped me so hard I spun around, seeing stars. His hands were all over me, pushing me face first into the wall.
“No!” I shouted, struggling against him.
“Hold her still.”
“No, stop you motherfucker. I’ll fucking kill you!”
They just laughed. I was pushed harder into the wall, the guy holding me forcing his body against mine. I cringed at the erection pressing into me. I couldn’t give up, I wasn’t going through this again. I went limp and made him think I was giving in.
The guy pulled one hand back as he started struggling with his belt.
While he was distracted I slammed my head back, he was small enough that the back of my head connected with the bridge of his nose.
He screamed and let me go as his nose shattered.
I turned and kneed him hard, right in the balls and he went down, howling and folding into himself.
I spun away from him and ran along the side of the wall towards the table where the TV was. The President was looking at the other guy with wide eyes, but then he turned to me and smiled.
“I love it when they fight.”
“Come on then, you ugly fuck,” I snarled.
He started towards me, when I saw a shadow rising behind him. My eyes widened just as Mace came into the room, the President had no clue what was happening as Mace smashed something into the back of his head. He went down like a sack of shit, knocked out cold.
“Shit,” he ran a hand through his hair. He looked over at the guy writhing on the ground, his hands clamped between his legs and blood all over his face. He turned to me, frowning.
I was still shaking, pressed back against the wall. Okay, so he’d saved me from his President, but it looked like he was having a crisis of conscience.
“Mace you fucking cunt, what the hell are you doing?” the guy on the floor squeaked, his voice a few octaves higher than it had been before. “You’re fucking dead for that.”
He started struggling to get up. His belt buckle clanged against the floor and Mace’s eyes narrowed in on his half-unzipped pants, as he realised what was going on before he came in.
His jaw tensed as he looked from the guy on the ground, to me.
I had no clue what he was going to do. It looked as if he didn’t know either, until he stomped across to the other guy and kicked him hard in the face. He was out cold now too.
I let out a shuddery breath, wrapping my arms around my middle.
“Jesus,” Mace gritted his teeth, glaring at the two men.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
Despite having knocked out two of his own brothers for me, he looked at me as if he had forgotten I was in the room.
“Everything has gone to fucking shit,” he told me.
“What do you mean?”
He shook his head. “Pretty sure they were gonna kill you.”
“You think?” I snapped. I wasn’t really sure what he wanted me to say. “Well, they were gonna have some fun first,” was what came out.
“Yeah, I gathered,” he said angrily staring at the guy he’d kicked.
“So, what now?”
He shook his head and started pacing. Okay, I wasn’t an idiot, he’d just knocked out his President to rescue his MC’s prisoner. Even I knew that was fucked up.
“Will more of them come?” I whispered.
He left the room, the door still open. I glanced at the two men, not wanting to be stuck in here with them if they woke up.
I hurried out and pulled the door shut. I took some satisfaction throwing the lock across the door so they couldn’t get out.
Following the sounds of Mace moving around I walked into the living area.
He was pulling a gun out of a cabinet, checking the clip and shoving it into the back of his pants.
The roar of bikes suddenly split the air. Even all the way up here we could hear them, which meant there was more than a couple of guys arriving.
Mace looked at me, his expression torn. I started moving from foot to foot. If we didn’t do something soon, I’d be dead, and God knows what they would do to Mace when they realised what he had done. He seemed to come to the same conclusion.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front door, quickly undoing all the locks and dragging me out into the hall.
I realised this was my chance to bang on one of the other apartments and let them know I’d been kidnapped, but I wasn’t stupid.
Right now, he was my only chance of getting out of here alive.
Mace didn’t hesitate as he ran for the stairs, pulling me with him.
We couldn’t hear anything but our own harsh breathing and our feet stamping on the stairs as we hurried down them.
I started to get dizzy the faster we went down in circles.
I hadn’t eaten much over the last few days either and being trapped in a room for days, with no light, I was weak.
When we reached the ground floor, Mace slowed and kept me behind him.
“Be quiet.”
“What are you gonna do?” I asked frantically.
“Stop talking,” he listened at the door.
It didn’t have any glass in it, it was a heavy fire door, but we could hear the sound of voices, many male voices, some of them laughing. They were waiting in the lobby, must have been for the elevator.
It suddenly hit me that all of those men had been coming up to the room where I was trapped.
My heart thumped so hard, my breathing became erratic, and I started to shake.
Mace turned to look at me, seeing I was clearly in the throes of a panic attack.
He pushed me back against the wall, grabbing my shoulders.
“Look at me, right here,” he pointed at his eyes. “Breathe, you cannot freak out right now.”
“Easy for you to say,” I mumbled. “All of them, those men, they were coming up there…”
His face flattened as that dawned on him. He looked away from me but kept his hands on my shoulders. “I think they’ve gone,” he said. “You okay to do this?”
I nodded, still shaking but we had to move before they realised we were no longer up there.
“My bike is right outside,” he said, then put his finger over his lips to ensure I kept quiet.
He carefully and quietly opened the door, peering outside. I clutched his sleeve and he looked at my hand but didn’t make me move it.
“They’re gone, come on,” he grabbed me and tucked me into his side as we walked quickly across the lobby to a set of glass doors.