Page 100 of With Love

Adrienne

I wake up in a different part of the warehouse. I can hear noises from somewhere else, but they’re too far away and there is too much of an echo to decipher what’s going on. I am no longer tied to the chair. Instead, I’m lying on the cold, damp floor in my underwear with my wrists bound in front of me.

Lifting my head up off of the ground, I look around but I’m facing the wall and I can’t see anything. When I roll over onto my other side, I realize that I am in a tiny room and I’m not alone. The guard who was with me downstairs is up here. I look him in the eye with a frightened stare.

“Where are my clothes?” I chance a question.

“Gone.”

“Where’s Lock? I heard gunshots before I blacked out.”

“Lock isn’t who you should be worried about right now, sweetheart. I am. He’s down there with your boyfriend having a good old time.”

“Owen’s dead.”

“That’s a true statement, princess. But I’m talking about the other one.”

“Marshall,” I whisper.

“Yes, ma’am. Lock wanted it to be a surprise. He asked me to keep an eye on you until it was time for the unveiling. I didn’t plan on trying to get a taste of you, but you look too good not to, laying there all tied up like that. Especially now that you’re clean. I would have fucked you anyway, but you smell better now that I’ve hosed you down.”

He takes his gun holster off and hangs it from the back of the chair. He removes a second gun from his waistband and places it on the seat of the chair. I watch him, shaking. Then, he removes his belt and lays it down next to the gun.

“The best part is, Lock is so distracted, he won’t be coming to look for you for a little while.”

He grabs me by my wrists and my ankles and throws me down hard onto the table top. Prying my knees apart, he moves his body in between my legs. As he’s busy working to unbutton his pants I take advantage of the situation, remembering my self-defense training. Reaching my foot out, I connect with his jaw striking him hard, just below his ear.

“You bitch!” he screams at me.

As I try my hardest to roll off of the table, he grabs me around my thighs and tries to pin me down with the weight of his body. Instinctively, I drive my bound wrists toward his face. I hear a cracking sound as they connect with his nose, before blood starts pouring from his nostrils. He stands there, stunned and bent over, covering his nose. I thrust my pelvis off of the table, wrapping his head between my thighs and squeeze as tightly as I can. Whipping my body off of the table, he lands on the floor on his back and his head hits the ground at the same time as my knees. When my body crashes down onto his, my pubic bone comes down hard on his windpipe, crushing it.

Once I get to my feet I kick him in his face, his ribs, and his balls. Anywhere I can that will incapacitate him long enough for me to get away. When he’s down for the count, I use his knife to cut through the binds around my wrists. I take his shirt off of him and put it on to cover me. Swiping his belt and his gun off the seat, along with grabbing the holster, I lock the man in the room as I make my escape.

Stopping on the stairs, I place the belt around my waist, a knife in its sheath is positioned at the small of my back. With one gun still in the holster, I point the other straight ahead, slowly walking toward the sound coming from the other side of the warehouse.

I’ve never been so scared in my entire life. I have no idea if I am going to be able to do anything to stop Lock or if I am going to get shot and killed turning the next corner, but I have to try to save Marshall. He is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I walked out on him. Marshall is all that is good in this world and I fucking left him. He’s too good for me. I don’t deserve him.

I must have had an angel watching over me, because I was able to find my way to Lock and Marshall without running into anyone. When I get to the open room where Owen is still hanging from the chain, I duck my head in carefully, assessing the situation.

Lock has Marshall tied to the same chair that I was in and they’re off on the far left of the room. Marshall’s face and shirt are bloody and Lock is rambling on and on like he does. Travis is on his knees to the side. I can see his profile and there is blood on the floor around him. Reese is standing next to him, with his back to me holding a gun to Travis’ head. The sight of two of the best and strongest people I know like this is gut wrenching. I pull my head back so if anyone were to look over here, they wouldn’t see me. What am I going to do? I look around, making sure no one else is nearby and then I stick my head back in the room.

Looking from Marshall to Travis, I will either of them to notice me. Come on, look at me, damn it!

Travis moves his head to the side, wiping his nose on his sleeve as if he has an itch. I plead with him to see me. He doesn’t. Fuck.

Just then, Lock swings and punches Marshall in the face repeatedly. It takes everything in me not to scream out.

Just as the tears begin to fall, I see Travis looking at me out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head toward me a little more each time.

I hold my gun down and make a motion like I am sliding it across the floor.

He nods his head just slightly enough that I can notice it. Then, I steel myself and pray to God that I can actually get it to him. Carefully, I squat down to the ground and silently count to three before sliding it across the concrete into Travis’ waiting hands.

In no time flat, I see four heads turn in my direction and I dive back behind the wall that I was just hiding behind. I hear the sounds of gunfire before quickly ending.

“Come out, come out wherever you are.” I hear Lock’s voice from the other side of the wall.

“Lana, I know you’re over there. You can either come out on your own or I can come get you, drag you over here and let him watch while I come down that pretty little throat of yours again. Or would you prefer it in your pussy this time?”

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