Chapter 9
I lifted my phone into the air but didn’t have any bars. “This can’t be happening to me right now.” I’d pressed every button on the elevator, and it wasn’t moving. I was really stuck in here.
“Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, not knowing if anyone could hear me or not. “Somebody, help!”
Kicking my shoes off, I slid down the wall to the floor.
There was no telling how long I was gon’ be trapped in here.
Corey was gon’ be upset when I didn’t make it to our date.
Whenever I got out of here, I’d just have to call him and let him know what happened and do a rain check.
I was really looking forward to going out with him tonight.
After the shit with Ben, I needed a pick-me-up.
Ben never returned to the apartment that night after leaving his keys.
His phone was still disconnected. I just turned them in to the office in case he ever wanted to come and pick them up.
I wasn’t sure what happened between us for him to disappear on me the way he did, but it was whatever.
He gave me the dick and got the fuck on like I wanted him to.
It seemed as if I was stuck in the elevator forever. Sweat trickled between my breasts. We only had two elevators in the building, so I was sure they knew that this one was down. It was just a matter of time before they let me out of here.
A few moments later, the elevator jerked. I grabbed my shoes and stood to my feet. The doors opened, and some people stood there in the lobby.
“Damn, you was stuck in there all that time?” this guy asked me as he stepped on. He was crazy if he thought I was gon’ take that back up to my floor when I was just stuck in there. Soon as I stepped off, I went to my text messages to shoot Corey a message.
Me: I’m running behind. I was stuck in the elevator. We can do a rain check or whatever if you want.
Not delivered.
After I saw that, I dialed his number to see what was going on, and I got nothing but the voicemail.
“Ugh.”
He had to have blocked me because I missed our date, but it wasn’t my fault. Shaking my head, I slipped my phone into my purse and took the stairs back up to my floor.
* * *
A Couple Days Later
Today wasn’t my normal day to go to the grocery store, but I decided I wanted to make stuffed salmon at the last minute.
I’d been craving it. My breasts were sore, and I’d been a bit cranky because it was close to the time for my period to come on.
I hated that mufucka with a passion. It wasn’t as heavy as it used to be, since I’d gotten my IUD, but I still hated whenever it was time for it.
Holding my basket, I walked around Publix in search of everything that I would need to make dinner. Before I even came here, I made a stop by the ABC store and grabbed some wine. Tonight, it was me in the kitchen with a good glass of wine and some slow jams.
“You so pretty,” a child said as I passed her and who I thought was her mama.
“Thank you.” I flashed her a smile. “You’re pretty too.” I never missed a beat when it came to letting lil girls know how beautiful they were. It was mandatory that they learned it early.
Cheese was the last thing that I needed to grab, then I could leave the store.
After picking it up, I headed to the checkout lines.
All of them were pretty long except for self-checkout.
I still didn’t understand why people didn’t want to use it.
That was the quickest way to get out of the store. I loved bagging my own groceries.
“Have a nice day,” the Publix customer service worker said as I grabbed my bags and headed out the door.
I stopped and looked both ways in the parking lot before stepping off the curb.
Soon as the tip of my shoe touched the pavement, a black Sprinter Van slammed on brakes in front of me.
My bags dropped to the ground, and I removed my pistol from my purse.
One thing about me, they were never gon’ catch me slipping.
By the time I had my gun aimed, the door on the van was open. Three men were right there in my face. I fired at the first one, hitting him right in the eye. His body fell back in between the other men. Before I was able to hit the other one, I was tackled to the ground.
“Get off me!”
I squirmed underneath him. He had my hand pinned against the ground. He slammed my wrist against it, but I had a death grip on the gun.
“Do you not know who I am!” I kneed him in between the legs, and the second guy snatched the gun away from me. “Help!” I yelled as I was grabbed and tossed over his shoulder. “Somebody, help!”
People watched as these men fucking kidnapped me. Nobody bothered to come and help me. I was tossed into the back of the van, and the guy that I shot lay there next to me. Blood pooled underneath his head.
When I looked up at the man in front of me, the driver slipped a zip tie on my wrists. “My family is gonna fucking kill all of y’all once they find out that y’all took me,” I warned, but they didn’t seem fazed by my threat.
The door shut on the van, and the other two men took their seats while I sat there on the floor.
“I can’t believe this shit,” I mumbled to myself. If I wasn’t craving that got damn salmon, I would’ve had my black ass at home.
I observed them, trying to figure out a way that I was gon’ escape this madness.
The guy that tackled me sat there with his phone up to his face.
His fingers moved swiftly across the screen.
The second one stared out the window. Neither one of them had a weapon on them.
That was the crazy part. How you come and kidnap someone without a fucking weapon?
Wicked was gon’ be so disappointed in me. He was the one who taught me how to shoot. I allowed them to get one up on me, and now I was sitting here waiting to see what their plans for me were.
The van seemed to have driven forever when I felt it coming to a halt. I slightly lifted from the floor and peeked out the window just for me to see nothing but grass for miles. The van started again, and everything went dark. It was still daytime, but wherever I was, it was dark as hell.
The door on the van opened, and that was when I could see that we’d driven through a tunnel.
The door came down at the top of the tunnel, and then the lights flicked on.
They climbed out the truck, and one of them reached for me.
I kicked his ass right in the face. He stumbled back and frowned at me.
His hand lifted in the air as if he was about to hit me, but it was caught midair by someone behind him.
“You touch her, and you die.”
My eyes bucked from the familiar voice. I’d heard those words before. The guy was slung away from the van, and Savion’s face came into view.
“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” I asked him as he stood there, staring at me.
“I’m gonna let you out of the van and take the zip tie off. Do you promise that you’ll behave?”
Now he was talking to me like I was a child. If he brought his ass near me, I was gon’ fuck him up. Savion’s eyes drifted to the guy dead beside me.
“You did that?” he asked when he looked back at me.
Your ass next.
“Why don’t you let me out of here and find out?” My brow arched to my hairline.
“You’re not being a good girl, Solei.”
Why did the way he said my name make my pussy throb? This man had me tied up in a van and was sending signals to my pussy. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“Fuck that. Why am I here?”
Savion reached into the van to grab me, and I headbutted him. My ears rang and head spun, but I didn’t regret doing that shit. He straightened his posture and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“It seems like someone needs a spanking.”
“Nigga!” He was really pissing me off now. “If you don’t let me go.” My eyes narrowed.
“I just tried to. You’re the one being hostile.”
“You fucking kidnapped me!”
“I brought you home.”
“Home!” I scooted toward the door of the van. “When I get my hands on you . . .”
“You have to promise me that you’re going to be good so that I can untie you.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I drew in a deep breath and then said, “Fine. I won’t do anything. I promise,” and batted my eyelashes.
Gripping me by the forearm, he pulled me from the van. The first thing I noticed was his luxury cars. They were all lined up in their parking spaces. That was when it dawned on me that we were standing in a garage. But why was it underground?
Savion briefly stared at me before stepping behind me and slicing the zip tie. In one swift motion, I spun around, snatched the knife from him, and stuck his ass in the arm with it.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Before I was able to do any more damage to him, the knife was snatched from me, and I was grabbed. “Take her to her room.”
“You can’t keep me here!” I yelled as I was lifted over his shoulder.
“Welcome home, princess,” was his response as I was carried away.