Chapter 39
“Drew…” The old man from earlier glares at me. “So good of you to join us again.”
“It was all a setup.” I whisper as the hands grasp around my neck, holding me in place.
“Ha. Just now figuring that out?” Matthews whispers into my ear.
The large screen comes down from the ceiling as he looks at me. A twisted grin spreads across his face.
“We were just getting ready to watch something you might find of interest.”
“Doubtful.” I snip back.
“We’ll see.” He says behind me. Shoving me down, my ass landing hard on the seat, but I refuse to make a face. I watch on the screen someone pulling up the file on a computer.
The screen is an empty back seat of a police car.
Feeling Matthews’s breath on my ear as he speaks into my ear. “You’re gonna love this. I know I sure as hell did.”
My stomach clenches as the video plays, cutting from the empty backseat to my hands on the hook over my head. The words ‘you’re going to ride my cock,’ echoes out.
“What the fuck?” I whisper, looking around the room, seeing every man in the room staring back at me, and suddenly I have an overwhelming sense that I am prey.
“Oh, you didn’t know your boyfriend was filming you, did you?”
“He wouldn’t.” I gasp out, feeling the water stinging my eyes.
“And why do you think that?” the laugh echoes in my ear.
I don’t answer him; I just turn my head.
“Pay attention!” He calls out from right next to the screen. Matthews forces my head around so I can’t look away.
“I can’t help it…” my whimpers echoing off the concrete walls surrounding me.
“Let’s skip ahead a little.” He nods to the man at the computer.
“My favorite part.” Matthews groans in my ear, standing so close I can feel his heat on my back.
I tune out all the surrounding sounds, as difficult as that is. Focusing on the video, replaying in my head how it went.
Eli asks me if I like it when he forces me to do what he wants. My body freezes. Matthews’s hands are on my shoulder.
“Is that so?” the voice next to me groans at my response in the video.
Eli cuts my shirt up the middle, before it’s draping open. I arch my back enough so you can see each nipple before he’s sucking one into his mouth. Matthews’s arm pushes against me, but by his grunts I doubt he’s trying to get my attention.
I know what I’ll see if I look over at him.
The sound of scraping metal on concrete draws my attention as I look over.
“So good of you to join us.” The man from the front shouts.
Glancing over and seeing Eli stepping into the room. My eyes widen.
“No.”
Blood drips from the side of his head as he sways on his feet.
He looks forward at the screen; his face falling before looking around for me.
Our eyes lock.
I recognize the shame written across his face.
I’m out of my seat across the room before Matthews forces me back into my seat.
“How could you?” Shouting as I shove him.
Our moans mixing behind me as I shove against him again, knocking him out of the grasp of the guard.
“Sketch… I…”
There’s laughter behind me as I launch myself at him, shoving him backwards until his back hits the wall. It’s loud enough to cover any other sounds we make as I continue to push against him.
Gripping my wrists, he tries to stop me as I look at him.
“Guns?” Breaking my hands away from him, I push against him again.
“Yes,” his mouth barely moving as he says it.
Two of the guards move towards us to separate us.
“Let them kill each other.” The older man shouts.
“Stop fucking hitting me!” Eli shouts as he grips both of my wrists, spinning me around until my back is against his chest and my hands are pinned between us.
His voice lowers as I force us backward again, his back hitting against the concrete wall.
“Act as if I’m trying to explain myself.
” He says it low enough for only me to hear.
“You’re an asshole.” I snap. “I don’t fucking care!”
“Atta girl.” He’s speaking low into my ear, and I’m sure everyone around us assumes he’s trying to talk me down. “Waistband. Count of three —”
“I can’t believe you!” I sob. “I trusted you.” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pulling a little truth out of it.
His laugh in my ear causes my core to tighten, even in this intense situation, or maybe it tightens more because of it. “I’ve got an ankle.” He whispers. “I just need a second to grab it.
“1.” He whispers into my ear again as the video continues to play on.
“Goddamn. You’re fucking choking my cock.” Echoes through the wall, and he has to force down a groan.
“2…” his voice straining as he says it. My hand wrapping around the gun handle and attempting to slide it out of his waistband. Feeling for the safety and flipping it off.
On the screen, my arms wrap around him as he releases my hands. We’re kissing, and there’s something so beautiful about it.
His hips jolt me upwards as I gasp his name.
“I love you, Sketch.” Comes out of his mouth both on the screen and at my ear.
“I still hate that fucking name.” I mumble along with the audio.
“3.” A chuckle sounds out with his word as he completely lets go of my hand.
Whipping around my arm until I’m aiming at the man in the front, I pull the trigger, causing him to jump before he spins around.
But I move, aiming in the direction of Matthews, and firing off a single shot.
Eli’s up right next to me. The gun next to me fires, and the man who dragged him into the room falls at our sides.
Elias fires three more shots before he’s pulling me backwards out of the room, slamming the door shut.
Pulling me into him his lips claim mine quickly before he pulls back and nods. “Let’s go.” He shouts, still dragging me behind him by my hand.
“Yeah,” he mutters, but I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“What?”
“Huh?” he asks, before pointing up to his ear to where I assume the comms sits.
Motioning to me to stay back, he rounds a corner, looking in the window before nodding.
“Got her.” He mumbles out. His shoulders moving, but I can’t quite see what he’s doing.
I don’t need to ask him what; I know we’re at Low’s room.
Glancing back at me, Eli puts his finger over his lips before nodding back at the door.
He snakes his hand flat against it, pushing it open and readying his gun.
I can’t see anything as my back remains flat against the wall.
Hearing the muffled shot, I realize he was screwing on a silencer.
Motioning back towards me before he grabs my arm, making sure I move around him before he’s pushing me through the door, shoving it closed, and looking up at me. He hesitates for a moment, grimacing before looking at the body lying on the cement floor.
“You realize I’m the daughter of an outlaw, right?” I laugh at him as I take a couple of steps toward him.
“I know.” He whispers before nodding toward the door. Hauling the body towards the door, lying it in the way, blocking the room’s entrance.
Water runs from the door at the back of the room, and we both pause, looking at one another.
“Shit,” he mutters before stepping in front of me.
I feel him stiffen as the door opens; I’m sure his gun’s unwavering on the door.
“Jesus Christ!” Eli shouts, his arm lowering, but I still can’t see around him. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Finally being able to get a look, I am also shocked as I see Dan standing in front of us.
“Same reason she is.” He nods at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Well, kind of.” He walks over to where Low lies and looks at her for a moment. “They told me you’d been attacked.”
“Oh,” I pause as I take a few more steps, removing myself from the safety Eli provided me with. “I mean, I had.” I nod my head. “But I’m fine. They told me if I didn’t cooperate, they’d let her die.”
“Has anyone else been coming by?” Eli asks, cutting our conversation out. Turning and looking back at the door, stepping in closer.
“Yeah, they’ve been switching off every few hours.”
“They may not now.” I took over at Eli’s
“Why not?”
“Cause the club’s almost here.” Eli tells him.
Glancing down, Eli pulls his phone out of his pocket before he presses the screen.
“Yeah?” There’s a long pause. I try to listen if I can hear anything. “Shit,” he mumbles to himself before hanging up the phone. “Z.”
Dan gives him a confused look as Eli waits for my brother to respond.
“Comms.” I mumble to Dan as I point to my ear, even though I don’t have one.
“Yeah, they’re on the way.”
“Who?” I ask, looking over at Eli, who sighs, nodding his head. “The cops.”
“What? Why?” Dan asks us.
“They’re setting up the club.”
“They’re setting them up for trafficking.”
He says nothing else, just nods his head.
I hear Eli ask something, I’m hoping it’s to Dan, because I can’t stop looking at Low.
She’s so still.
“Fuck,” I whisper, moving in closer. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
They kidnapped her because of me, and now she may die.
And if she does, it’s all my fault….