Page 37 of A Promise For Tomorrow

What the fuck?

“Who has a room in a club like this without a lock?” I vocalize my thoughts.

“It's for BDSM, ya idiot. People like to watch.” Lexi manages to throw sarcasm my way even in a tense situation.

This is why I fucking love her.

“Go hide in that closet. I’ll keep watch at the door,” I whisper-shout at her.

“I’m not leaving you, Mad.”

“Liam trained me. It’ll be okay. Go.Please, Lex,” I beg.

I can barely see her eyes but understanding crosses them as more gunshots go off.

“Okay. But if I hear anything I’m coming out.”

“Fine. Now,go,” I demand through gritted teeth.

The popping sounds closer, making me wince.

Then it stops completely.

The door handle jerks as the outline of a person comes into view through the frosted glass.

I press my body as flat as possible against the wall behind the door. If they open it, they may not see me, which will give me the advantage to take this fucker out.

Just as predicted, the door slowly creaks open. Hysteria and yelling fill the space from the level below. My fist clenches as I prepare to go down with a fight.

As the intruder shuts the door, I pounce, knocking him to the floor. The position allows me to come up behind him. I wrap my thighs around his neck, cutting off his air supply. The guy is good, he manages to roll us over, getting me under him. I pray he doesn’t have a weapon. Liam trained me to disarm someone—but not in the fucking dark!

I can barely see.

My fist meets his jaw as I get in a good punch.Yes, Maddy!His hand clamps down on my throat, squeezing. I throw my knee into his ribs, trying to knock him off me.

“Fucking, bitch. You should have been dead by now.”

“Sorry. I’m not that hard to kill,” I snarl, refusing to give away my nerves.

His fist slams down across my lip, splitting it. Pain ricochets across my jaw as blood drips into my mouth and down my chin. I use that to my advantage and spit into the fucker’s face. It gives me a second to move—and I do, throwing my fist into his nose and hearing a satisfying crunch. I use the full force of my body to roll him off me and scramble back to my feet. Then doing what Iwas trained to do, I kick him in the temple with my heel. He falls back, hitting the floor with a thud. Not wasting another second, I dash for the door.

He’s here for me.If he wakes up, he won’t go after Lexi. At least, I hope I am making the right decision. Please, God. Let her be alright. I need to get to Liam. He’s only a few doors down.

Sending up a silent prayer, I make a run for it. Except, the prayer doesn’t reach very far. I trip over my heel and crash at the threshold of the door. Black shoes catch my attention as I lift my head. It’s pounding from the adrenaline and the punch the dickhead landed.

My eyes scrunch closed with anticipation of the man in front of me attacking. But it never comes. I peek one eye open. Liam’s tattooed knuckles come into view as he pulls me to him. Ryan and Conor rush in to restrain our attacker. Noticing he’s knocked out, Con looks at me conflictingly.

“Lexi! She’s in the closet. I told her not to come out,” I scream as blood splatters Liam’s shirt.

Liam cradles my head as Conor leaves the unconscious asshole with Ryan and goes to get his woman. She comes out trembling like a leaf and clinging to him.

“Madison, are you okay? I couldn’t see or hear anything in there. I was worried sick. If you didn’t come get me in another minute I was coming out with this cane and a whip. The closet is full of all sorts of freaky shit.” With a clank, she drops the sex toys to the floor and wraps her arms around Con.

“Wish I knew that sooner,” I grumble. “I’m okay.”

“No you’re not,” Liam growls. His fingers brush over my split lip. “Restrain that fucker in here with those chains. Use the metal cuffs. I don’t want him going anywhere. There are too many high end clients here tonight. We don’t need a show. As it is, we pulled the fire alarm upstairs and cleared all the college kids out. I’m not looking for a headache with the cops.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ryan confirms.

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