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The relief I felt when I saw he had hit her in the chest and not the head almost made me cry. I clenched my jaw as I opened my eyes, pushing the memory away, wishing to never relieve it again. The room was well furnished, and I was actually impressed that Boogie had had time to do something like this. The bed she laid on was big and she looked peaceful. She was safe, but as stupid and wild an idea this was, what if Boogie was right?
Fuck.
Ally was going to cut our balls off and feed them to us, but that meant I had to work twice as hard to make sure she wasn’tin that room for too long. A few days and we could let her out. I’d deal with her wrath then when she was safe and not in danger anymore. She could do what she wanted with us.
I climbed the stairs as dread solidified in my gut. A part of me wondered if this was me sealing my fate. Boogie took the key, but I could still figure out a way to get her out. I shook my head. Two days, I was giving myself two days and then I would figure out what else to do. She would be out for at least a few more hours so I better get some intel to present my case because Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Chapter 21
Ally
My body hurt as I rolled over and I remembered what I had done with Boogie and King. I didn't want to wake up, but my bladder was full, and I had an awful taste in my mouth. It reminded me of the days Kris used to drug and move us to different locations.
My heart pounded as I looked around, wondering where the hell Boogie and King were. Maybe they had left to do some Halloweenie stuff. I got off the bed, and went into the bathroom, finally realizing I was not in the same room.
After I did my business, I walked out to look for Boogie, but when I tried opening the door it wouldn’t open. I jerked the door a few times, looked out the small window but saw only a hallway and that’s when panic hit me full force.
Fuck… was I taken while I was asleep? What did they do with Boogie and King? I backed away from the door as my heart pounded even faster, blood swooshed in my ears and my vision began to spot. My legs hit something, I turned and screamed but quickly lost my balance and fell to the floor.
I had been taken. That was the only explanation. My chest constricted in pain, and my body shook. I couldn’t be takenagain. I didn’t want to be that girl who was owned by a man again. I would rather DIE.
My lip trembled as I went over different scenarios to rationalize what was happening, but the longer I thought about it, the further my mind lost it. I had been taken, and I had lost Boogie and King.
My heart constricted as I thought about our last moments together, the rightness I always felt with them, and I finally had the courage to tell them I love them. It didn’t even matter that they didn’t say it back, but what did matter was that they knew my feelings before whatever had happened to them.
One meltdown, one crying session, and then I would figure out how to get the fuck out of here. That's all I was giving myself. I wasn’t going to be some docile woman again. If I was someone's property again, I was going to give them hell until I escaped or until they killed me.
The room leftno clues for me to figure out where the hell I was. Nothing could be used as a weapon, and it had been at least a few hours since I had woken up. I was starting to get hungry in the last hour. This officially fried my nerves., I was not looking forward to going hungry for hours on end again.
I rubbed my chest in an attempt to ease the bubbling anxiety in me that felt like it might break me at any moment. My freedom had made me soft, and I was a fool to let myself feel safe. The power of the town let me believe that I wouldn’t have to go back to my old life.
I scolded myself. Maverick had always told me to be diligent, and not even a few days after they had left, I was taken. A part of me hoped that once they found out I had been taken, they would come looking for me or maybe even the Mayor.
Would Arthur do the right thing and report me missing? My doubts about him were a whole other story. I hoped I was wrong about him, but that would mean my intuition was wrong, and a sinking feeling told me that Arthur or Lance had something to do with this or maybe even both of them.
My ass was falling asleep from sitting in the corner of the room, but it gave me the best advantage if someone came in. I could take them out and escape, hopefully they had a gun. After that, it was up to blind luck or god. I wasn’t betting on either of them.
Faint footsteps grew louder like they were coming closer. This might be it. My chance to escape. I got up and crouched down, ready to pounce when the door opened. My heart was pounding as I tried to slow my breathing like Maverick and Winchester taught me, centering myself and letting my body do the work.
Keys jingled together and I couldn’t help the smirk that graced my lips.
Showtime.
The door opened as I launched myself. A blur of blonde hair caught my eye, making me hesitate and then familiar gray eyes stared back at me as I was about to punch them.
“Boogie!” I yelled, hugging him.
“Hey, Little One,” he said hesitantly.
“I thought they took you,” I said, kissing his cheek. “Where is King? Is he ok? What happened?”
I looked up to see King walking into the room too.
“Oh, thank god,” I said, as my lip trembled. “Fuck, I thought they took you too and— Actually never mind that, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I slid down Boogie's body, feeling every hard curve, and I willed myself not to get excited. That could wait for another time unless everyone was already dead.
The door shut behind King, making me look up at them. They didn’t look nearly as happy to see me as I was to see them.
