to do something. This isn’t the deliciously erotic asphyxiation my Viking had treated me to that made me soar into subspace. This isn’t the careful hand of a Dom who knows exactly how to carry out a dangerous game of breath play without hurting his sub who he loves.
This is a sadistic motherfucker who wants to hurt without bothering to produce pleasure along with the pain.
“Stop!” I yell, shooting up from the chair, taking a few hurried steps toward them. “You’re hurting her!”
But I’m stopped in my tracks, because in one fluid motion, not even stopping his painful thrusts into Kristin’s powerless body, he reaches beneath the pillows and then swings his arm around, smiling evilly as he aims a handgun straight at my head.
Chapter 24
Doc
We searched the entire nightclub room, the three of us forcing ourselves to move calmly, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. With Seth’s help using the cameras, we came to the conclusion she wasn’t there, which most likely meant she was already with Elias, or Randy, whatever the fuck they call him now. I didn’t give a shit, because the only thing he would be called after this night, is dead.
Heading back through the hidden doorway to the hall leading to the dressing room, Corbin and I got Heather’s attention letting her know Astrid wasn’t on the dance floor while Brian made his way out the back door. Time to skip to Plan C. I don’t even stop to question how Brian plans to get his big ass up to the attic window. I don’t really even care. He said it with 100 percent confidence, so I have no doubt in his abilities. He’s never failed a mission before, and I know he doesn’t plan to start now.
“Remember, second floor, all the way down the left corridor, and then it’s the last door on the right. It’ll be locked if they’re inside. Good luck,” she whispers, and she hurries back to a salon chair to finish putting on her makeup. She knew it would be suspicious to suddenly leave right after just getting there, so she’s going to spend the rest of the night safe in the nightclub room, get her last payment here, and then never come back.
Hell, most of the women might not come back after tonight, depending on what happens with Randy. When we deliver him to the police with all the evidence we find, it will most likely come out that A Secret is actually a whorehouse and not just a strip club, and this place will be shut down for good.
“I’m in the attic,” Brian’s voice comes through our earpieces. “Give me five and you’ll be clear.”
Corbin and I go back up the hallway toward the door that enters into the nightclub, turning right instead and finding the elevator close by.
“The surveillance feeds are all on a loop, so just stick to the shadows, boys,” Seth says from Heather’s car, and we back into a doorway to wait until Brian gives the all clear.
Time seems to be irrelevant. It feels like it’s slowed down to a snail’s pace, the seconds ticking by like minutes or hours. But in the same breath, it seems like we’ve only been here a split second. I feel the urgency to hurry and get to Astrid, but the dread at what I might find is fucking with me. We need to get this over with. We need to find my girl, and I don’t give a shit what happens after that.
But at the same time, I do. This motherfucker ruined my life once, and now he’s trying to do it again. If anything goes down, I want to be the one to throw his ass in jail. I want to be the one to cause the life to leave his eyes, the way he did Shelly’s. He might not have held the knife that slit her wrists, but what he did to her, the way he taunted her afterward, was the guiding hand around hers.
“You’re clear. When you come out of the elevator, stay low and as far against the wall as you can, and the guards at the bottom of the staircases shouldn’t be able to see you at their level. Second floor is clear,” Brian repeats, and a surge of adrenaline shoots through my system like NOS in a racecar.
Like magic, the elevator doors open before us without us even having to push the button. At first, I jerk to the side,