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“Please explain to her it’s about her sister, it’s important.” I could tell Brickhouse just to ask Crimson where she thought her sister might be taken to, but I was too pissed at the moment. Bella was god knew where and Crimson was playing fucking games, while probably flirting with Brickhouse.
“Babe, Holland says it’s about your sister, he needs to talk to you about her. Come on, talk to him. Then me and you can chill for a little while together.” Grinding my teeth, I tryto remember that Crimson is now eighteen, she is no longer a child, and she’s an adult who can make her own decisions. Even if they are horrible ones, that will lead to nothing but heartache; it is not my job to protect her from herself. I hear sniffling, which makes me feel like a dick, before her voice comes over the line.
“What’s going on Holly? Did you find Bella?” There’s still a part of me that wants to ream her ass for playing her stupid prank, but my need to find Bella is too strong.
“No we didn’t find her, we found the cabin though.” How much do I tell her? I decide not to give her all the gory details.
“She’s not here and it looks like someone besides her was.” I can hear her crying and Brickhouse asking if she’s alright.
“Crimson I need you to focus. Where would they take her if they picked her up?”I know she’s upset, but I need her to focus.
“I’m not sure. They got her, didn’t they? I wasn’t fast enough finding you. This is my fault isn’t it?” I felt like an even bigger dick for getting angry with her.
“No it’s not your fault, it’s this asshole Lorenzo’s fault for not being able to take no for an answer. Now think really hard was there anywhere your sister mentioned?” I can hear Brickhouse soothing her.
“Maybe this club he owns, it’s in downtown Chicago, I don’t know the name of it. But he shouldn’t be that hard to find. Get her back Holland…please just get her back. Before he...before something happens to her.” I know her fear; I know what Crimson herself has been through. Helping her and my sisters recover included me going to therapy sessions with them. I knew what they’d all lived through. Crimson was afraid that her sister was going to endure much worse, and frankly so was I.
“We’ll find her, don’t worry we will find her.” I didn’t add that I planned to make that fuckwad suffer for taking her in the first place.
“Holland man,” Brickhouse came over the phone, “look if I’m stepping on toes here let me know and I’ll back off. She said she wasn’t with anyone.” I can’t help but laugh, of course he thinks I’m with Crimson, every fucking body thinks I’ve been with Crimson. It doesn’t help that Crimson has taken every opportunity to make her interest in me known.
“Dude, she’s like my sister. Fuck her over and I will end you, it’s that simple.” She knew what she deserved now, and I had to trust her to use that new knowledge just like she used her self-defense skills.
“I’m not trying to take advantage, just trying to keep her company. She’s been upset since y’all left to find her sister and well…” He doesn’t have to say anything else; he likes her. Whether that will last a night, a week, or forever, who the fuck knows.
“Like I said, you fuck her over and I will end you, it’s that fucking simple man. I’ll even have Matt and Bart help me do it. Otherwise, whatever happens is between two consenting adults, and I mean consenting dude not alcohol induced consenting either.” We said our goodbyes and then I turned to the guys to fill them in. It was going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack and we were on a time crunch to find it.
Chapter Ten
Bella
I hurt everywhere; my whole body feels like one giant bruise. Whether that’s from being tackled to the ground or being stuck in this damn trunk for god only knows how long. I swear if we hit one more bump, I’m peeing, I can’t hold it anymore. My bladder feels like I’m carrying the fucking ocean inside it. This cannot be good for my kidneys or my bladder, or fuck anything connected to them down there. Just when I think I can’t take anymore the car rolls to a stop.
My anxiety starts to kick in, are we making a pit stop or is Lorenzo on the other side waiting for the trunk to pop open? I’m hoping it’s a pit stop, I want to avoid Lorenzo for as long as possible. But then there’s the other part of me, the one that’s uncomfortable and in pain that just wants to get this whole shit show over with. Let him kill me and put me out of my misery. Muffled voices pierce the metal hull, but I can’t make out who is talking or how many. My bladder is reminding me it’s on its last string.
Kicking at the trunk I yell as loudly as I can, “I need to pee asshole!” Maybe I should have kept quiet, maybe I should have tried to make myself smaller, or whatever of the fuck damsels in distress do. But that’s just not how I roll, I refuse to bow down to these assholes. I might be quaking in my boots on the inside, but on the outside, they will see nothing but raging bitch with no fear.
“Hold your fucking horses’ woman. You in a hurry to die or something?” One of the other goons, not Victor, opens the trunk. Light flashes inside and I have to squint my eyes shut, it’s so painful.
“No you dick, I’m not in a hurry to die, but I sure the fuck would like to avoid pissing all over myself if I can help it before I die.” I hear a low chuckle over to the side of the car, it sounds like Victor. Good, I’m so fucking glad I could make his sorry ass laugh. Dick!
“Elliot, help me get her out of there and I’ll take her to do her business.” Victor is there reaching for my legs as Elliot grabs me by my upper arms. They set me down and I barely keep from falling over with the restraints they have me in.
“Do you mind?” I lift my hands and motion toward my feet, trying to tell him I needed to be able to move. Instead of cutting me loose, he bent down and hefted me over his shoulder.
“What the fuck, put me down and untie me!” It does no good and being up on his shoulder is not doing any favors to my bladder at all.
“Shut up and enjoy the ride. Don’t chicks like to be carried around?” Was he fucking kidding? Did he seriously think that women got excited about being carried by some psycho to pee?
“I’m clearly the exception to the rule.” I huff out; this man is a quandary that’s for sure. I’m not sure if he’s genuinely trying to help me or if he’s just an idiot controlled by Lorenzo.
“Clearly. Now hold still while I get the bathroom door open.” He switches my position on his shoulder and I can hear a door squeak open.
“Ah here we go.” He steps into the bathroom and sets me down, leaning me against the counter so I don’t fall over.
“Yeah, here we go, but I can’t go if you don’t fucking untie me.” Victor looks me up and down, like he can’t understand why I can’t just go. Are all men this dense or is it just Lorenzo’s men? When he flips out his switch blade I jump, almost toppling over, but his arm catches me.
“I’m not going to cut you sweet Bella.” He whispers against my ear. It’s so soft it almost feels like a lover’s caress, and it creeps me the fuck out. Victor is unpredictable and a wild card. He wasted his own guy because he touched me, while he’s been touching me every chance he gets. I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the snick of the blade and my legs were loose. I’m still a bit wobbly, but at least I can now walk so he won’t have an excuse to carry me.
