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There was a small hallway and when I craned my neck, I could make out the lines of a door. Briefly I wondered where my host was, but I pushed him out of my mind while I tried to get my legs to work. The chances of me actually making it out of this place alive were slim to none, but I wasn’t going to go out without a fight. At least I knew Crimson was safe, Holland would take care of her. Crimson told me all about how he swooped in and saved her, she called him her hero. Holland would make sure she was safe, that Lorenzo and his goons couldn’t get to her. If I didn’t make it out alive at least I knew she would be okay.
My legs still felt like rubber and I knew I was running out of time. Lorenzo would be back any minute and I needed to use my time wisely. Sliding down the edge of the couch, I flipped over on my stomach. Using my hands and elbows, I crawled towards the door down the hallway. I sent up a little prayer that I’d make it to the door before Lorenzo showed up. The concrete floor tears at the skin on my elbows, I can feel the blood seeping from my wounds. My nails are nonexistent at this point. I've clawed them off making my way to the door; my fingers are a bloody mess. Just as I was almost to the door, the handle started to jiggle. I let loose a sob I’d been holding back, because I just knew this was the end for me.
“Ah Belladonna, my sweet why are you on the floor?” Victor steps through the door and stares down at me.
“Look at what a mess you’ve made.” He makes a tsking sound as he lifts me off the ground and carries me back to the leather sofa.
“I was trying to get the fuck out Dodge.” I wouldn’t beg him to release me, I wouldn’t beg any man for anything ever again. Begging my husband to stop hitting only resulting in being hit harder, it didn’t take me long to figure that out.
“Oh but Belladonna, if you leave then we won’t ever be able to have some fun together.” The gleam in his eye made me cringe a little inside. His idea of fun involved pain, mine involved me being anywhere but there.
“Lorenzo is attending to some business matters, but he’ll be joining us soon. He already said I can have you when he’s finished, isn’t that generous of him.” Victor reached over and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand.
“Yeah, very generous.” I huff out in a sarcastic breath.
“So, fucking generous of him to just give a person to another person without their consent. Yeah, he’s just a real fucking generous motherfucker ain’t he.” Victor's eyes narrowed at me, his lips thinned into an angry line. Then he must have caught himself because his lips turned up into a sinister smile as grabbed a handful of my hair, bending it back ‘til I was looking up at him.
“You should have more respect for Lorenzo, beautiful Belladonna. Your sharp tongue can be removed if you’re not careful.” Victor pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and flicked it open running the dull end against my cheek. My body shivered in fear, I couldn’t stop it from taking control. I knew he meant it too, Victor would cut out my tongue and smile while he did it.
“This would have been so much easier if you had just said yes to him. Now he will want to make you pay for insulting him. He can be very creative in his punishments, bringing you so close to the edge of death without going over.” Victor has a glazed look over his eyes, like he’s remembering some torture scene from the past.
All I can do is try to remain calm when what I really want to do is run screaming from the place. It’s like he views Lorenzo as some fucking God to worship, nothing like running into a fanatic for human beings and their sick perversions.Suddenly the door down the hallway bursts open and there’s a bunch of guys pouring in yelling at each other.
“I’m telling you the bathroom is this way!” One guy slurred as his buddy grabbed him to keep him standing up. That’s when I saw Holland. He’d changed, instead of the clean-cut police office he looked like he belonged in a punk rock band. His hair was a shocking blue that was shaved on the sides to make it a Mohawk. The tight black tee he was wearing showed every dip and valley on his body along with the tattoos on both of his arms. I had to stop myself from humming in appreciation, because he didn’t look like the safe cop anymore. No, he looked downright dangerous, and his fury was aimed right at Victor.
“Hey, you can’t be back here.” Victor jumped up waving his hands at the group of guys trying to push them back out the door. I was dumbstruck, unable to even formulate words. Was Holland here for me? But why would he come for me?
“Hey man chill, we’re just trying to find the bathroom.” A good-looking guy with sleeves of tattoos said to Victor right before another guy clocked him in the jaw, knocking him out. Holland rushed over to where I was sitting on the couch, kneeling in front of me taking in my bloody elbows and fingers.
“Fuck Bella, are you alright.” He let out a harsh whisper, like he was afraid he’d spook me. The other two guys pulled out guns. One aiming directly at Victor and the other aimed at the door down the hallway.
“I’m fine, now get me the fuck out of here please and thank you.” Next thing I knew his arms were under my body and he was carrying me towards the door. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was pretty sure my legs still weren’t working, I’d give him shit for treating me like a damsel in distress.
“Holly, what are we doing with this asshole?” I glanced over Holland’s back to see one of the guys with his booted foot on Victor’s back.
“End him Matty, end him now. He’s lucky we don’t have more time.” Holland seethed through clenched teeth.
“Right on man, I got you.” I barely registered the softened sound of the gun going off as we made it to the door. Victor was gone, done, fineato. Now if we could only get rid of Lorenzo my life might be able to go back to normal.
Matty and the other man followed behind us as we made our way through the door and started up a set stairs. At the top of the stairs, Holland shifted my weight so he could open a door. I expected light to flood us, but instead it’s pitch black. The music from the club is much louder now, we must be getting closer to the actual club portion of the building.
“Where are we?” I whisper to Holland, still a little shocked that he came for me. He barely knows me. Why would he come for me? Not that I’m complaining at the moment, but it still doesn’t make sense to me.
“We’re not sure exactly, it looks like it could be a storage area, but there’s nothing in here. We’re going to get you out of here, there’s an exit just a few feet away. It’s probably how they brought you into the club when you got here.” I nod even though I’m sure with the darkness he can’t see me.
“Come on before Lorenzo remembers he has a plaything waiting on him. The sooner we are out of this place the sooner I can be back in the arms of my woman. No offense Bella.” The tall guy I hadn’t gotten a name for said quietly. I cringe a little thinking about how I’m the plaything he’s referring to.
“She’s not a fucking plaything Bart, shut your fucking pie hole.” Holland growls out as I do a little happy dance inside at the fact that Holland doesn’t see me as a plaything. It’s the little things that make me happy.
We slowly made our way toward the exit Holland mentioned. Matt eased the door open as quietly as possible, none of them sure how far the sound would travel. Once we were all out, Matt closed it behind us just as quietly. As soon as the door was shut, Holland started running down the alley behind the club. I bit my cheek to keep from screaming out in pain every time my elbow made contact with his body. There was no way in hell I was going to be the reason we didn’t get away.
None of us talked as we ran; we all knew what was at stake if Lorenzo or his men caught up to us. Holland didn’t slow until we were in the parking lot of a hotel. He made his way around the back entrance, Matt and Bart following closely behind us. I thought Holland would put me down any minute, but he held me tightly against him. His body was warm against mine, giving me ideas that it shouldn’t. Even bloodied and half-drugged my body responded to his nearness. What the fuck was wrong with me? I can’t be right in the head if being near a hot guy minutes after escaping psycho assholes is making me horny.
Chapter Thirteen
Holland
I don’t want to put her down, she feels too fucking perfect against my body. Like she was made for me. What the fuck is wrong with me? This woman clearly had been put through hell, she was bleeding, and I was having thoughts of her lying naked under me with my cock buried deep inside her. Instead of keeping her in my arms, I lowered her to the bed as gently as possible.
