boyfriend.” The large hands try to pull me forward, which only causes the searing pain to shoot up my shoulders and make me wince.
The other voice that sounded so distant before rings out very clear and very close, “Just answer our questions and we’ll let you go.” A hand reaches out and cups my face. I flinch from the sudden touch, and I’m rewarded with another hard slap. I scream out again, against my will.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I barely get the words out. They have the wrong person. I don’t know him. I only know where his office is, and his first name. Shame floods me again. I feel like a fucking whore. A stupid slut about to get murdered because some asshole made me hot and I gave into temptation. This is what happens when you’re bad. This is where you end up.
I try to keel over as a solid fist lands hard in my gut. The need to vomit floods my system, and pain radiates from my stomach to my back. Holy fuck that hurt.
“Don’t fucking lie to us!” The other man, Distant Man yells at me. Tears fall freely as I gasp for air.
“Be a good doll, we need to know where Dom keeps the files for his daddy.”
My head shakes vigorously. “I don’t know. I swear I don’t know.” My heart hammers in my chest, beating furiously as if trying to escape. I wait in the silence for something, for anything.
A hard punch lands on my jaw. My bones crunch, and I swear something cracks. I sob uncontrollably from the pain.
“You do know. There’s no reason to keep it from us. Just be a good doll. We saw you bring him the money. When he took it, where did he put it and where did he write down the drop? Where does he keep that pad?”
A loud ringing noise sounds in my head. White noise. It’s so loud it nearly drowns out their words. I don’t fucking know. I swear to God I don’t know. I think back to what happened. I try to remember. There was no pad. I think he just tossed the money on the table. I don’t remember. I open my mouth to plead with them, but it burns with pain. I shake my head and plead with them, “I don’t know. Please. Please let me go.”
I whimper through the pain and prepare for another blow. And it comes almost immediately, landing hard in my gut again. I try to crumple over from the agonizing pain, but I can’t. Blood spills from my mouth as I cough it up.
They’re going to kill me. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to save myself.
Tears burn my eyes as my head starts to sway. Dom. Dom, please save me.
My head hangs low as my breathing comes in ragged pulls. He’s not going to save me. Knights in shining armor don’t exist. And even if they did, he wouldn’t be one of them.
Dom
I wake up to my fucking phone going off. I feel like hell. I drank a bottle of Jack last night, and I’m really feeling it. But I don’t even fucking care. I feel like shit. Maybe if I drink enough I’ll convince myself the hangover is why my chest aches and the fucking scowl won’t leave my face.
I swallow hard. I don’t give a shit about Becca. I just wanted to fuck that sweet ass of hers. I probably only wanted her because she was such a challenge. I shake my head, slowly so I don’t make myself any dizzier than I am. That’s all it was. She was just a bit harder to get. That’s the only reason I wanted her. The only reason she got under my skin.
“This better be good.” I answer the phone with a pissed off tone clear in my voice. I don’t feel like doing shit today. I half hope that someone comes without their money. No, fuck that. I’ll just go to the gym. It’s been a while since I’ve really pushed myself with the punching bags.
“Boss.” I jackknife off the bed at Johnny’s tone and wait silently. Something’s wrong. I don’t like how long he pauses. I can hear him taking in a heavy breath.
“Spit it out.” I can only imagine it’s about Vince. They must’ve got him on some fucked up charge.
“We gotta message, boss. I don’t know how they found her.” My heart drops like a fucking anchor.