Alejandro’s had his eyes fixed on the screen as he watched the club through Jasira’s necklace and earrings. It was going smoothly, she was composing herself while waiting for Fabiano until a stupid man approached her. All her attempts to turn him down proved abortive.
“Bastard.” He muttered boiling inside, he felt like dragging him here through the screen so he would know when not to touch his girl.
“Fuck.” He rumbled his hand through his hair frustrated, he snapped the guy’s face and sent it to Maxwell.
“Find him and bring him here.” He sent it to Maxwell and yet he still didn’t feel good especially when he grabbed her wrist. He would make sure that he chopped those fingers and made him eat them.
While the guy was still threatening her, he saw Fabiano coming in with his guards and he hissed.
Jasira needed to leave there immediately but that bastard was still with her. He picked up his phone back to send a message to Scorpion.
“Jasira is in the club but a guy is disturbing her, you can call the attention of your boss to her if he asks for girls, she needs to be rescued immediately.” He sent it and it was delivered immediately while he read it seconds later but didn’t reply.
Five to ten minutes later, one of Fabiano’s guys went to her and the bastard still had the guts to refuse when he talked to him.
He could hear every conservation and he scoffed shaking his head, he would be on his way to heaven if that was him.
A wicked smirk appeared on his face when the guy threw a knife to his shoulder joint.
“Now that was more like it.” He smirked taking a sip out of his red wine.
He watched calmly as they searched her before letting her sit beside him. “Well,” He shrugged. “He is still smart as hell.”
It was going smoothly until he started touching her, his throat drying up and tightening his hold on the wine glass.
“It will stop there.” He consoled himself until it didn’t and he yanked her gown up touching her cunt.
“You got to be kidding me!” He yelled smatching the glass against the wall when he heard her moaning Daddy.
“Fuck.” He screamed grabbing the bottle and matching it against the floor causing some pieces to pierce his fingers.
He doesn’t give a damn as blood dripped from his palm, all that filled his head was her moan and his grunt.
“For fucking sake.” He half-yelled rubbing his blood-filled palm on his hair unknowingly.
If he can’t accept this, how was he going to cope when they got into his room, maybe all this was a bad idea.
He shouldn’t have suggested using her at all. He released a heavy breath fisting his palm tightly as he watched them find their way into his room.
He wanted to stop watching this clip but he couldn’t afford it, he wouldn’t be calm knowing that old man was doing something to Jasira.
“Shit.” He gasped seeing the metal and camera detector she was going to step in.
He grabbed his phone to text Scorpion but it was too late as the alarm went off immediately.
He paused for a while watching how they all pointed their guns toward her, for once in his life he was scared! Scared of them pulling the trigger.
His heart made a fast rhyme in his chest as it beat rapidly.
He closed his eyes tightly balling his fist into a hard ball before snapping them open and a loud sigh of relief escaped from his mouth when they withdrew their guns and started stripping the camera from her body. In a blink of eyes, the screen became black and a loud hiss left his mouth.
“Fuck.” He cursed pushing the table to the floor, the laptop shattered to pieces with everything on it.
*****
“Fuck.” Jasira gasped as she stared deep into the secret dark room. So there was a secret compartment in this big suite.
She exhaled before going for her dress, put it on quickly, grabbed her purse, and switched the light on her phone to make it easy when she went inside the room. She took a short glance at the dumb sleeping old man on the bed and she stuck out her tongue jestily.
“Serve you right.” She gave him her middle finger and thought of taking his pics, if she left here alive, the picture would serve as great blackmail to him. She took two shots and rushed into the secret compartment before anyone noticed what was going on.
“Wow.” She muttered as she stepped into the room. It was a small office area with a monogamy brown desk and chair facing the door, by the right wall was a series of weapons like guns, bullets, knives, etc in transparent shelves.
There was no way this room wouldn’t have a camera so she quickly started searching everywhere, by opening every drawer in there, she even checked under the chair for any secret shelves.
“Gosh, this is tiring.” She breathed tiringly before continuing searching again, she sighted a bookshelf in a corner and thought that it was absurd so she went there, she racked her fingers through it and felt some dust at her fingertips. She doubted anyone had touched these books so why were they here?
She started by bringing them out of the shelf and returning them, they were all Cowboys romance books, something she doubted that man could ever read. She brought one out and the shelf cracked open.
“Kill me.” She exclaimed shocked at how he kept everything under disguise. In there was the file and a box she was here for.
She looked around for anything and saw a pen on the desk, she was not taking chances of grabbing it and getting into some traps. She threw the pen in there and nothing happened, without wasting any more time she grabbed them and dragged the shelf close.
Now, how did she get out of here?