Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MILLIE
My brain wakes up before the rest of me. I tell myself to open my eyes, but they don’t work. I feel almost paralyzed as I lie still. I try to gather my thoughts. Piecing together the moments before everything went dark.
I was at the club, danced my routine, then… someone grabbed me from behind, and that’s when everything went dark. It was a man. I could tell just by the feel of his hands and build as he picked me up. But he never spoke, so I have no idea who it could be.
I’m not a complete idiot, though. I know it was either Dante or one of his men. Nobody else would have a reason to take me. I don’t know what vehicle he put me in or where he took me. Which means I have no idea where I am right now.
“Do you think anyone suspects?” a voice asks.
It’s a woman’s voice. I recognize it. I can’t quite place it yet, but I’ve heard it before and recently. I try to stay as still as possible, hoping they don’t realize I’m awake, so I can get as much information as possible.
Although I’m not sure it’s going to matter if I gather information or not. They have me here, locked away, location unknown. They’re probably going to kill me. The thought of dying before truly being able to become Axton’s old lady really pisses me off.
That’s just my fucking luck, too.
I’ve loved this man my whole-ass life, and then I get him, but before I can enjoy him, before we can live happily ever after, I’m killed by a psycho mobster. Fuck that shit. That pisses me off so damn bad.
“Nobody suspects shit. They questioned you and let you go, babe. You got no ties to me whatsoever. Just a pretty baby working at that place and making some dough.”
“I just want us to be happy,” she purrs.
And that’s when I realize who it is.
Anna.
“I promise I’ll take you out of here. You do this for me, and it’s you and me until the end.”
He’s going to have Anna kill me. Holy shit. I can feel my faculties returning to me slowly. But I’m afraid to show them I’m awake. I’m not sure exactly what he plans on having Anna do to me, but I’ll be damned if I just lie here and let her do it.
Whatever it is.
How he even got to her is beyond me. She hates bikers and mobsters, yet here she is, with the mobster who’s trying to see me dead. I hope she realizes that once she does this, she’s next.
Dante may keep her around for a little while, but I highly doubt it will be forever, and then she’s going to be the girl lying on the bed waiting for the bullet to her head.
Anna moans, and I assume they’re kissing or something. I don’t want to hear this, but I keep my eyes closed because I really don’t want to see it. Then she whimpers and moans again. I’m pretty sure there is heavy petting going on now.
Oh, great.
They’re going to have sex right here next to me.
If that’s the last thing I hear before I’m murdered, I’m going to haunt them both.
Extensively.
Annnnd…
Now there’s heaving, breathing, and panting.
Lovely.
When I start to hear Dante making noises before there is some seriously loud kissing, I know they’re going to be so distracted with one another that they won’t realize I’m awake. I open my eyes, and the scene that greets me is enough to make anyone scream.
I don’t.
But the vision I’m met with is Anna astride Dante, who is sitting on a chair, and she’s bouncing up and down on his cock, giving it her absolute all. It’s seriously not something I want to witness. She’s got her tits pressed together with her hands, and he’s essentially motorboating her.
That right there gives me the damn ick.
I will say she’s got strong legs. She’s not using her hands for anything other than creating some serious cleavage with her tits. Her thighs are doing a hell of a lot of work moving her body up and down, with only the balls of her feet on the floor.
Offhandedly, I wonder why she doesn’t dance.
She’s obviously strong as fuck. And I could only assume that she could at least work a pole, if nothing else, with her obvious muscles.
Shaking thoughts of Anna and Dante and Anna on a stage out of my head, I flick my gaze upward and begin to scan the room.
I’m on a bed, a four-post bed.
And I’m most definitely in a master bedroom… Icky.
There is a closed door, which I assume is a closet, because there is an open door that clearly leads to a bathroom, and the other open door leads to the rest of the house. As I peer out the bedroom door, I see a banister and realize we’re upstairs.
That presents a challenge.
Maybe I could get away, but I’d have to navigate running downstairs and then trying to find the front door. That’s not the best plan, especially since I have zero idea what the layout of this place is.
There are two large windows in the bedroom, but either one would be impossible to jump out of without possibly killing myself, and then I’m dead no matter what. So I don’t think that would be a good idea.
This whole thing is not going to be fun.
The moans, whimpers, pants, and noises get louder, so I close my eyes because I can tell they’re close to finishing up, and then their focus will be on me again. Unfortunately, I’m no closer to an exit strategy. Damn.
PIGGY
“What the fuck happened?” I demand.
Heidi winces at my tone. She should. Not that this is her fault, at least I don’t think it is, but I’ve got questions, and these are the only people around for me to ask them. So I’m going to ask, and I can’t think about my tone when I do.
“We don’t know,” Ivy mutters. “From what we can tell, she was on stage, then she was off.”
“It was a hectic night with Heidi dancing and the social media influencer shit. It was goddamn electric,” Lightning mutters. “I was standing right there next to the stage. I had a bad gut feeling, but I didn’t see shit. It was timed perfectly.”
“Planned,” Heidi whispers. “As if someone knew exactly how long the lights would be down and exactly how to get out of the club with a whole fucking person without being detected.”
I’m silent for a moment as I think about their words. “And nobody, not a dancer, not a bartender, nobody seemed suspicious at all? Bennet?” I ask.
“I looked through his phone myself, tried to find anything that could have been considered suspicious, and I got nothing. He didn’t give off any vibes either.”
I didn’t get them from him when I met him, either. Sure, he’s a little dramatic because he’s running a strip club, but beyond that, he seemed fine. He’s been helpful with schedules and forthcoming with anything we’ve ever required of him for security purposes.
Mentally, I go over all the people I know who work here and aren’t part of the club. Bennet, Anna, strippers, waitresses, bartenders… that’s all we got at this point. “You questioned everyone?” I ask.
“Bartenders and waitresses were more than willing to help in any way possible, gave us their phones, told us who might have been sketchy, but nothing panned out.”
“Anna?” I ask.
“She gave us her phone, went over the events that led to the moment. She was with Lightning.”
I press my lips together in a straight line. My head is starting to hurt. Thinking about this shit feels like it’s going to make it explode. But then something causes me to pause. Because of an idea I should have already had, but haven’t until now.
“A burner,” I snap.
“What?” Bullet asks.
“Anyone could have had a burner phone. We’re going about this all wrong.”
Ivy lifts his hand to his forehead, then lets out a grunt before he sits straight up. “We’re never going to get to the bottom of this. Whoever did this has not only been working on it, but they know what the fuck they’re doing.”
“Dante Barone, and I’m without a doubt positive this isn’t his first time. He probably schmoozed and manipulated someone, one of the women, to help him. She may not even have realized what was going on until she was ass deep into it all.”
I’m surprised when Heidi speaks up. “How do we get my best friend back?” she demands.
“We have to find out who has been talking to whom on the side,” I mutter.
“Fuck that,” Bullet snaps as he stands. “How about we do a little pop-up on every fucking person who works here. They should all be asleep, right? Won’t be hard to see cars in driveways.”
“That’s going to take a lot of footwork,” Ivy points out.
“I got the time,” I say. Then I jerk my chin toward Heidi. “You’re with me.”
After a phone call to Bennet, we’re able to get a printout of every employee’s address, though I'm sure we’re all violating about a dozen different laws.
Bullet quadrants off each area of addresses and is able to give some to a couple of the guys who are back at the clubhouse, considering they’re not too far from where a small cluster of people live.
Then we take off.
A new group text is started, and we promised to keep each other updated with each place we check out. I don’t know if this is the best way to do this, but I also don’t give a fuck, because this is the only way I can think of that we can maybe, possibly find Millie.