***LONDON’S POV***
Two Weeks Later.
It has been two whole weeks since I started working at the club, and I have been serving drinks. It is better than mixing vodka and tequila behind the desk.
Gianna had been good to me like a boss would to their employee and the rest of the staff as well.
But about three days ago, strange glares from the men entering the club would make me feel really uncomfortable, and every time I clock out of the club, I will hurry home.
It feels like I have eyes on me, I don’t mean it that way, but I mean, Zane looks like someone who would set men to monitor me.
I haven’t heard from him as well, and my chest breaks into pieces because Zane hasn’t looked for me. It is not like I expected him to be here.
As I put on my jacket, I take the path down the road that leads to my apartment. I still felt those eyes hovering behind me. It made me feel truly uncomfortable.
Taking the alley down the block lands me on a man who is really familiar.
“Oliver,” I call out without thinking.
His cheesy grin almost blinds me.
“I see you still remember my name, you little slut,” he replies, walking to me and I take tentative steps backward.
“No, don’t touch me,” I grit out making it to the entrance.
A big scary man blocks the way and at that time, Oliver’s hand grips my hair, making me wince.
“Good to see you again, you ugly face bitch,” he spits out.
I fling my hand in the air, trying to scratch his face, but he backhands me.
“Stop!” he shouts.
Pulling me towards a van, my eyes widen as I figure out what this is about.
“You aren’t going to kidnap me, are you?” I cry out as I resist him.
I fail, Oliver is too strong, thus, I burst out in tears when he carries me in his arms and he holds me, pushing me to the back of the van.
“Let me go. You can’t kidnap me,” I bail out.
“Yes, London, I am trying to kidnap you. And unless you want your mouth gagged, I will advise you to shut up,” he barks out.
His friend joins him in the front seat and we drive out of the alley, driving to a place I don’t know. Oliver covers my eye with a ragged piece, and everything goes dark.
Something pinches my neck and I start feeling dizzy, my head feels like a fog is in my head, and then, I slump against the hard van, bumping my head on the rusted metal.
The smell of rust hits me as I go off.
*
I open my eyes slowly and I stare at my surroundings. I am on a small dirty sleeping pallet on the floor, nausea hits me but I fight it back, it makes me feel so uncomfortable so much that when I lift my head, I close my eyes in pain.
“She is awake,” Oliver’s voice sounds in the room and I look at him.
He is putting on black slacks and a gray shirt. He looks like the devil. I wonder what I had seen in him that had attracted me to him. I don’t notice the picture in his hand until he puts it in front of my face. I squint my eyes until I’m able to see.
The picture has my face on it. MISSING, boldly written there. The sum of two hundred thousand would be given to anyone who brings me back alive.
The realization makes me shiver.
“Let me go, Oliver,” I shout out.
That was me in the picture. How long had Zane been looking for me because I really did a good job hiding away from him. I guess I could try harder.
“You are mine now, London, and I don’t care for whatever purpose you are being needed for, but I will gladly hand you to them,” he blurts out.
Tears hit me like a moving train, as I close my eyes, I feel Zane’s flirting image before me, he doesn’t look excited about me returning.
Two weeks, that is how long it had been since I left Zane’s place. I lowkey missed him though.
My face was in a picture and it was posted everywhere, it makes sense why all those men at the club had been staring at me strangely, it weakens me for sure.
“You can not take me back, Oliver, I have a job, and a house and I need to move on with my life,”
Oliver just laughed as if my blabbering were none of his fucking business.
He helps me with a bottle of water and I drink everything before he pushes the plastic bottle aside.
“What shenanigans have you been in lately?” Oliver ask.
I wasn’t in the mood to reply to him.
“I see you have become a kidnapper, huh?” I bite out, making sure he heard everything I said.
Another slap from Oliver and I knew I was going to be sick.
“You stupid bitch. I knew you were worthless from the first time I saw you. And as you got yourself into trouble, I will hand you over to the men you fucked over, take the catch for your head, and move,” Oliver spits out.
“Don’t” I beg.
Oliver ignored me, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.
It was around evening when Oliver brought me a sandwich. He had a phone in his hand as if he was expecting an urgent call, it pisses me off though, especially as coming to New York was to have a new start.
So far, the only new thing I’ve got is my job, and being held hostage is a sure way for me to lose it.
Oliver slammed the sandwich on the table, I saw mold on the bread, and the sandwich looked like it had seen better days. Nope, I wasn’t going to eat that.
For a man I had once dated, I had never seen all these red flags in him, in fact, he had been hiding them so well that it made me cringe in all corners of my body.
“You can’t hold me here, people will look for me,” I shout.
“If you would shut up enough to let me breathe, I bet you, we wouldn’t stay here long enough. Eat, after that, you sleep.
Oliver left me, but he untied the ropes that bound my limbs together. It was a positive thing to do and I felt comfortable about it.
As I rubbed my arm, Oliver locked the door and I noticed he had left. I didn’t eat the sandwich though, I went for the bottle of water and downed all of its content, to the very last drop.
A door slammed and I turned expecting to see Oliver, I was already cussing him.
“Leave me alone, Oliver, just go,” I shout and when I see the big beast behind me, my mouth open and I snap it closed with immediate effect.
It was the other criminal that had helped Oliver kidnap me.
“Oliver? No, honey, this is Bomba,” he bits out as he grabs me around the waist and slams me on the pallet on the ground.
My head hurts some more as it hits the ground, I whimper, but what shocks me is how Bomba climbs on me, unbuckling his belt quickly.
“No. Stop, please,” I beg as his big fat cock springs out, frightening me.
Bomba grabs my legs, forcing them apart. I hand jeans on, so, he started working on the buttons.
“Please… Don’t do that,” I cry out, tears blurring the man from me.
I’ve never been sexually harassed before, never, it makes me feel dirty, and even though Zane had forced himself a few times on me, I felt real good being with him. But this man… He scared me.
“Oliver said he had fucked your cunt a few times in the past, and he didn’t enjoy himself. Well, I deserve a show, I need to get my cock wet in your pussy to confirm it,” he blurts out as he tears my blouse, exposing my breasts to him.
Bomba grabbed one of my breasts in his large palms, kneading it and his other one was trying to pull my trouser down. I slap him across the face, clawing at the skin of his face.
He becomes red and anger flashes in his eyes.
“You bitch!” he grits out and he grabs my neck in his hand squeezing at my windpipe. Air shortens me and I start crying in pain.
I claw at his hands but it doesn’t change anything, my throat burns with heat.
“I’ll fuck you till you die. But we don’t want your death, do we? I need the money from your head. I wonder who wants you and is even willing to give up much money for your head,” he bites out.
Bomba releases my throat and as I gasp for air, he pulls my trousers down, tears my panties and with everything I am worth in this earth, I pull my knees and hit him against the groan.
I wouldn’t let Bomba rape me when I have the chance to run. I will fight with every single power in me.
As the man howled in pain, I scrambled from the floor and headed for the door. Right now, the door seemed far and Bomba recovered quickly enough to chase me.
Holding my arm, he throws me across the room and I slam myself on the door. Tears hit the back of my eyes, as I fall to the ground. I feel pain, it makes me cry so much.
“My arm, it is broken,” I wait as my limb right-hand falls out in a broken way.
“It would be more than that by the time I am done with you,” he shouts at me.
As he walks towards me, I move backward, but he meets me in time. Bomba looks deadly, he slaps me across the face, and I keep screaming for help. If I thought Oliver treated me badly, I wish he would hear my cry and come in here. He needs to save me from his brute of a friend.
“Help me,” I cry out.
“No one is coming for you,” he teases back as he uses his boat to hit me across the stomach.
I wail in pain. Tears cloud my eyes but I blink it off.
Bomba wanted me dead. He fought to destroy my soul, my body, and my mind as well.
With his boated legs he stomped on my stomach, when I let out an animalistic growl, Bomba went for my broken arm.
I started drifting in and out of consciousness. Then, a door slammed open and an angry looking Oliver stomped in.
“What the fuck, Bomba, you can’t kill the girl,” he shouts.
A loud run of gunshots where heard and Oliver met Bomba’s eyes.
“We have been found. We run,” he says dashing out of the place.
“What about the girl? She is worth money,” Bomba says.
Oliver turns to him and I plead with my eyes for him to take me with him, he doesn’t, he just runs away from me.
“Leave her alone. They will kill her if they can’t save her,” Oliver says.
When on earth did the man I once loved turn into a monster? He wants to leave me to die in the face of danger.
After one last look, he escapes into the dark end of the room.
Bomba is closely behind him.
I hear more gunshots and footsteps. I wish the floor would open for me to enter, but it doesn’t happen. I close my eyes and feel sleep take over me.
I hated how I always passed out in front of danger, but that seemed to be my coping mechanism.
“Zane, help me,” are the last words that leave my lips.