Chapter - Alex #3
I need to be patient. We’ll see what happens after the event, if Bay and I finally have some kind of serious talk.
The last song starts, and I’m jumping around like crazy because the excitement is eating me alive.
I can still feel that kiss, and it definitely wasn’t just a kiss between friends, more…
passionate. No way. I’m so hyped I start overheating, and the crowd is yelling for an encore, clapping so hard it sounds like thunder.
I need to cool down before I do something stupid like running onto the stage and kissing him back the moment he steps off, way too hungrily. So I slip outside to the parking lot to breathe a little.
There aren’t many people out here; most are still inside since the band’s playing.
I walk down the stairs, planning to sit on one of the benches by the little patch of grass, and I drop onto the closest one.
That’s when I notice a group of people in Halloween masks heading my way.
I don’t think much of it, but one thing is certain.
I’m making a huge mistake.
While I’m busy taking deep breaths, two of the alphas step up, bend over, grab my arms and lift me right off the bench.
"What the hell…?" I shout, kicking instinctively, though it’s pointless. I’m no match for alphas.
Cold fear shoots through me. One of them clamps a hand over my mouth, and in a quick motion they haul me between them, shielding me with their bodies as they head toward a van parked a little farther down the lot.
What the fuck?
I struggle and twist, the kind of fear rising in me that makes me want to throw up, and of course my asthma kicks in, so I start wheezing, my lungs seize up, I’m choking and everything spins in front of my eyes, as I can’t get a single breath in.
"This little idiot has asthma; he’s going to ruin all the fun," one of them mutters, and I feel his hands groping under my necromancer robe, digging through my pants, through my pockets until he finds the inhaler, then shoves it into my mouth so hard my teeth scrape against the plastic.
I suck in the air desperately, but I need at least three doses before the attack even begins to ease.
"Look at that," one of them says, and even though I can’t recognize their voices, I’m still sure it’s the Hansons. It feels like the ground is about to split open beneath me and swallow me straight into hell.
"Looks like his loverboy has a pretty good intuition. He’s looking for his little treasure, he ran out of the school like a maniac."
I turn my head as much as I can with that hand still clamped over my mouth, and I see Bay running down the stairs, his face twisted with panic, sprinting toward the parking lot with his wings dangling, scanning the space like he can sense something is happening to me, my dear Fate…
Then he leans down and picks up the necromancer's crown that has fallen from my head.
"Hey, maybe we can kill two birds with one stone," one of them says.
"Sure," another throws in, and I’m almost certain one is Matt and the other is Kit.
"Nee, Dee, go get him," the first one says, using nicknames. They’re being smart this time, they don’t want to be identified, but I’m not fooled. I’m sure the other two are Neville and Doug.
The two cousins jump out of the van, and Bay is already just a dozen feet away when they reach him.
They move with that tough swagger they always have, trying to grab him, one even tries to put him in a headlock, but it turns out to be not so simple.
Bay moves so much faster than they do. A few blows and the first cousin is on the ground. The second hesitates.
"Fuck," the one I’m sure is Matt, growls.
"We have to show him what this is all about, because those idiots clearly can’t take him down."
He grabs me around the waist and I hear the sharp metallic click of a knife flipping open in his hand, which he presses to my throat while Kit yanks the van door open.
Holding me in front of him, one arm hooked under my armpits and the other pressing the knife to my neck, he steps out of the van and yells,
"Try anything and this kid gets a knife in his throat."
Bay’s face goes pale, and the zombie makeup only makes it worse. I see his eyes in the dim light of the parking lot, wide and terrified.
I look around desperately, but of course Fate is cruel enough that no one else is out here, no one can help us.
"Get in the van or the kid gets a blade under his jaw," Matt snarls louder.
Bay trembles as he comes closer.
The other two alphas regroup and step behind him.
"Rip his wings off. Put the cuffs on him," Matt orders, pressing the knife harder into my throat until I feel the sting at the tip of the blade.
"Leave Alex alone!" Bay hisses.
"Shut up! Put the cuffs on him, now."
They become frantic.
"Hurry up!"
I see Bay shaking so hard he can barely keep his balance while they cuff him, then shove him into the van.
His wings fall to the ground, right next to my necromancer’s crown.
One of the cousins jumps into the driver’s seat and the van jerks forward immediately, tossing us around, but Matt never loosens his grip on the knife at my throat.
"Well, look at that, Pretty Face. We meet again. Nice makeup."
And of course the last pretense drops. The Hansons aren’t even pretending anymore. Matt and Kit pull off their masks.
"Hello there. How long has it been, huh? A year? A whole damn year I spent in jail because of you?"
"Because of us?" Bay growls. "Seriously? You think it’s our fault you attacked us?"
"You’re funny. You shouldn’t have stuck your nose into our family business."
"And how exactly did I stick my nose in? Your idiot relatives stole Alex’s inhaler, and all I did was stop them. That’s it. What a crime," Bay throws back, furious.
"You clearly don’t understand how things work. You’re not the cop here, you don’t make the rules, this is our family’s territory and we have the last word, so you either learn to follow our rules or you’re done for."
"Do you really think you’re getting away with kidnapping us from a school parking lot? There are cameras everywhere."
Doug turns around, holding up a piece of cable with a connector at the end.
"You mean those cameras? The ones that don’t work? No one saw anything, no one knows anything. You two walked out of the school and vanished."
I notice one of his teeth has been replaced with gold.
"What do you want, seriously? If you want to beat my ass then go ahead, but let Alex go," Bay says.
"Not so fast. We’ve got better plans for Alex. He turned into a pretty omega, especially after he got rid of that braces nightmare."
Even with his zombie makeup Bay’s face drains of all color.
"You sons of bitches…" he begins, but Matt hits him across the face.
"Show some manners!"
Kit adds, "With that you surely won’t make us change our plan to take a little test drive with Alex’s tight little hole."
"No!!!"
That scream tears out of Bay, desperate and wild, like some wounded animal.
"No, no!" he shouts, thrashing, trying to break free, but Matt grabs him by the handcuffs and yanks his arms up, twisting his elbows.
Doug kicks him hard in the chest, knocking the breath out of Bay’s lungs.
I scream too, but no one hears me, and my lungs are tightening again, so I mash the inhaler to my mouth because I’m terrified I’ll pass out. I still can’t believe this, I can’t believe how this night turned from perfect to pure hell.
"Not that. Please, anything but that. I’ll do anything, anything, just don’t do that to him," Bay begs as tears run down his face, and that sight breaks me in ways I didn’t think were possible.
His lips tremble, he stares straight at Matt.
"Please, please, please."
Matt snorts. "There’s nothing you can do to change my mind, Pretty Face. The plan worked perfectly, even better than we expected, because now we get to let you watch while we have our fun with him."
"Do it to me."
Everything goes silent.
I widen my eyes, not sure I heard right.
I try to speak, but all I can make is a muffled desperate sound because Matt’s hand clamps down on my mouth again.
Bay says it clearly,
"Please, do it to me. Let him go, take me, do whatever you want with me, kill me if you want, but let Alex go. Please…"
I can’t believe it. I’m shaking so hard I think I might faint. My Bay. No, no, no.
Kit and Matt start laughing.
"Well, holy shit. Look at you, angel boy. So heroic. Damn, you really picked yourself a guardian one," Matt says, clearly talking to me. I thrash against his grip, trying to knock his hand off my face, but he presses harder and I can only let out a broken groan.
"Or maybe we should have fun with both of you. You’re pretty cute yourself. There’s a reason we always call you ‘pretty face’," Kit adds. "We could make an angel fall. Mess with his wings."
Matt stops laughing.
"I’m not really into alphas… but honestly, there’s something there. Those long eyelashes, and those lips, don’t you want to feel them around your dick, Kit?"
Kit lowers himself a bit over Bay. "Can you deepthroat?"
Bay responds in a low, almost calm voice. "Let Alex go and I’ll give you money. Then you can take me and do whatever you want, but let him go."
"Wow, you should be a hostage negotiator or something. You just don’t quit, do you?"
"You have to let Alex go. I have my own money in my account, from my music channel, and it’s a pretty big amount already."
I can see the words ‘pretty big amount’ light up something in them.
The one in the front seat, I think it’s Neville, turns and says,
"Shit, some cash would actually help. We’re drowning in debt."
I can almost hear the gears turning in their heads.
"So how much do you have, angel boy?"
"Thirty grand."
"Holy shit, must be nice to have this channel…"
"It’s all because of him, because of Alex," Bay blurts out. "He’s the one who helped me grow my channel. I’ll give you everything, all of it, right now, I’ll make the transfer in front of you, but you have to let him go, once you let him out I’ll confirm the transfer."