Page 46 of A Damaged Soul
I noticed that the cute bartender was eyeing Molly up. "Nah. Why don't you use this time to get to know Jake a little better."
I snickered when my friend gasped and whipped her head in the direction of the bartender. I used the distraction to grab my purse and slip off my barstool. With any luck, I could send a quick message off to Rhett without Molly noticing. My friend wouldn't mind, but I didn't want her to think I wasn't giving her my full attention.
Inside the bathroom, I was just starting to wash my hands when I heard the bathroom door open. I expected to hear giggling women but instead heavy footsteps echoed across the tiled floor. I looked up just in time to see the guy from the bar a few weeks ago, strolling toward me.
"What the..." I didn't get to finish my statement before he grabbed my purse and tossed it across the bathroom.
"You're coming with me," Musclehead––as I so affectionally nicknamed him––said.
"Like hell I am." I tried to argue back, but before I knew it, there was a knife pointed at my stomach.
"You can either come with me quietly or I go back out to the bar and kill your friend."
The mention of Molly got me moving.
"Okay, okay."
My hope that there would be someone just outside the bathroom was quickly crushed when I saw the hallway was empty. From my position, I couldn't see the bar, so I knew Molly couldn't see me. I just had to hope that my friend would come looking for me soon enough and raise the alarm.
"This way." Musclehead grabbed my arm and dragged me to the right. Straight toward a door I assumed led to the outside.
The cool night air hit me in the face just as soon as we stepped out the door. And as it would seem would to be the theme of the night, there was no one in the dimly lit alley for me to request help from.
Musclehead dragged me toward the parking lot, and as soon as we were close enough, he popped the trunk open and demanded for me to get in.
"You can't be serious."
Yes, I realized that arguing with a man with a knife wasn't my smartest decision, but I wasn't exactly a fan of confined spaces.
"Deadly. Now you can either get in or I can go back inside and find your friend. I'm sure her blood would look great pouring out of her body."
Well, that visual did it. Without another word, I climbed into the trunk and waited as he slammed the lid shut.
And the whole time, all I could think about was the fact that I should've texted Rhett before I went to the bathroom rather than waiting.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Rhett
I looked at the clock for the tenth time. It wasn't late by any stretch of the imagination, but I had gotten accustomed to spending my evenings with Elle, and without her here, I was lonely. And just to think, barely a month ago this was my normal. Now I was spending my evenings either at Elle's place or she at mine.
I pulled out my phone to text her to ask when she was coming home but thought better of it.
It didn't matter that I was lonely or had this sick feeling in my stomach from her being out of my sight. She needed this night with her friend. I thought back to our interaction tonight before she went out.
"Do you have to go?"
I wrapped my arms around Elle's waist from behind and nuzzled her neck.
"Yes." Elle tilted her head and gave me better access. "We haven't gone out since I met you,and I think Molly's feeling neglected."
I bit down on the space between her neck and shoulder and smiled when she moaned in satisfaction.
"You don't play fair."
I pulled her dress up and skimmed my fingers across her panty-clad pussy.
"All's fair in love and war."
