Page 79 of When Sinners Fall
“Get off me!”
I don’t stop fighting, but the glide of one of their hands climbing up my legs to my thigh stops me dead. I freeze and stop thrashing and let them carry me back to the room I woke up in. They dump me down on the bed, and I retreat to the headboard, but they don’t leave. They shut the door behind them, and one of them makes a grab for my ankles, pulling me down.
I sit up and swing my arm at him, but his friend rushes to stop me, snaring my wrist and pinning it back down, leaving me trapped and vulnerable.
My breathing falters, and panic overrides as I try and block out what’s coming next. Pressure at the apex of my thigh as one man gropes at me has me forcing my legs together, but he just starts rubbing against me, pinning my one ankle to the bed.
“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it!” I scream over and over.
The guy near my feet lets go and works his belt free, taking his cock in his hand.
The door opens, and Nicolas comes in. Both men visibly shrink at the glare their boss dishes out. Jerk one does up his fly, and they both dip their heads.
He turns to me on the bed, and I right myself now I’m free of hands.
“Let’s see how valuable you are to the Dragon. I’ll make up my mind whether you deserve what they were about to do or not later.”
CHAPTER TWENTY - SEVEN
DRAGON
Finishing a phone call, I look up at the office building she should be walking out of and check my watch. I keep watching as others filter out of the building who aren’t her. Guess she’s up there doing her thing. Probably getting her own version of rowdy at someone because something’s not just as it should be.
Fifteen minutes later and I’m about ready to go up there and drag her out. I’m hungry, it’s late, and I need some of that comfort she brings with her. Don’t know why today. It’s just been one of those days where she’s been all I wanted. I’ve even thought about talking to her some more, giving her a few more slices of what I’ve become so she’s ready for getting truly involved with the family. She needs it. And she’s sure as shit gonna have to be prepared for Mother.
Eventually, I do get out of the car and push my way into the building. No idea where I’m going, but I check at the main board and then slip in behind someone who’s coming out to get to the elevator. There’s only a few left in the open plan space when I get there, so I look at one of the girls sitting behind a desk.
She’s all batting eyes and fidgeting as she stares up at me. “Can I help you, Sir?”
“Where’s Wren Campbell?”
“Ah, I’m sorry, Sir. She’s not in the office today. I can make you an appointment if-”
“What do you mean she’s not in?”
“Erm.” She flits her gaze around the room at another woman. “She’s dealing with a client today.”
“Where?”
“I believe that’s um…”
“You better catch up real goddamn quick to what I’m asking you before this turns offensive. Where is she?” She startles and moves her chair away from the desk, standing up.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Who are you?”
“Dante Cortez. Where the fuck is she?”
She goes white and backs up a few steps more, presumably knowing the name, if not my face. “Oh. Erm.” She looks across the room again, practically begging for help from someone. “Don’t look over there. Look at me. When did she leave the office?” A chair scrapes the floor behind me somewhere. My head turns a little, making sure she gets the fucking point too. “Sit your ass back down before I have to make you.” She does, as does the other one who was thinking about doing the same. So I turn back again to whoever the initial one is. “What time?”
“Well, actually, she never came back after her morning coffee break.”
“What time was that?”
“Around eleven, eleven thirty. It was a little unusual. We can’t get hold of her.”
“Where’s her office?”
She moves and leads me across the open-plan office to her desk. There’s nothing there other than swathes of black flowers around her computer, a few piles of paper laying around and her laptop. I pick some documents up, scanning each one. Nothing other than wedding bullshit.
