Page 30 of Bitter Desire
The feeling of wrongness I’d felt intensified, it centered on the MC, and I began to push through the crowd towards the stage. I didn’t like what was going on.Somethingwas going on. This woman had been with my girl earlier and now was close to her and far away from me.
What the fuck did this woman want with Honey?
I kept moving, not slowing down when people didn’t get out of the way. I cut a path through them and didn’t give a shit at the grumbling I heard from the party goers. I had to get to Honey. Up on the stage the men were now strutting around for applause, the MC seemingly focused on them, but I watched as her eyes cut to Honey who was now off to the side towards the back of the stage where the curtains were. Honey was smiling her fake smile and watching the men compete for applause. All the while the MC was watching her.
Something was up all fucking right, and I didn’t like it.
I was almost to the stage now, just a few more feet to cover before I’d be at Honey’s elbow, but that was when I saw it. The curtains moved as the MC raised her hand and pointed at the curtains, the gesture slight but there all the same. If I hadn’t been looking for the cue, watching the woman, watching Honey, I would have missed the whole thing.
The curtains parted and a pair of hands shot forward towards Honey. They wrapped around her waist and dragged her back behind the curtains. The heavy red fabric of the curtains closed behind Honey and the MC whooped, stepping forward blocking the sight of it from me and I knew I’d been right. Whatever had happened had been planned, and this bitch of an MC had been in on it.
I pushed forward, elbowing past the last person between the stage and me and leapt onto the stage, shoving past the MC and the latest idiot twirling on the stage.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The MC yelled at me, trying to stop me, but I kept right on moving. Someone had grabbed my girl, and I was going to fucking get her back.
Chapter Thirteen
HONEY
I screamed and thrashed, but the arms around my waist tightened. They shifted when I kicked, and a hand went over my mouth cutting off the scream I’d just begun. How was this happening? One second I was standing there, watching a grown man twirl and prance with all of his heart like this was the Miss Universe pageant and then-and then I was what? Being kidnapped and yanked through a curtain like a bad fucking horror movie.
Law had been right.
He had fucking known something like this was going to happen tonight and I hadn’t listened to him.
“I have a bad feeling, Honey. And in what I used to do, in what I do now, I’ve learned to follow my gut about these things.”
He’d tried to tell me, and I’d ignored him because I had wanted a date night. Why the hell had I been so stubborn? Why hadn’t I trusted his feelings on this? I swung my arm, bringing my elbow down sharply into the ribs of the person holding me and I heard them grunt.
Good. At least I had landed that. They fucking deserved it. I was going to claw their fucking eyes out if I could just get out of their hold. But even with the well placed elbow, their hold on me didn’t falter one fucking bit. If anything it got tighter, the hand over my mouth pressing harder, fingers digging painfully into my face and lips.
They kept moving, dragging me through what I could assume was the storage area for the venue. There were boxes and props here and there, I saw sheets covering mirrors and furniture all around us, and I screamed again, despite the hand over my mouth and kicked out at a box, knocking it to the ground and sending its contents to the floor.
“God fucking dammit. Shut up!” The person holding me, a man from the gruff angry voice in my ear, gave me a shake and continued to drag me back. “She didn’t fucking say you were going to fight like this.”
She. Who was she?
What the hell was going on right now? Why would anyone want anything with me? Except...except if it had something to do with the anonymous texter then that would explain this, but I had assumed the text messages were Christian. His sick little way of messing with my head even though he’d been forbidden to do so by the club. I mean, if it was an anonymous number it could be anyone, couldn’t it? How could they prove it was him sending them, but this?
She?
That wasn’t Christian. What the hell was happening?
The man dragging me away turned a corner and I saw the telltale red light of the EXIT sign come into view. Oh no, he was taking me out of the building. If he took me out of here then how would Law find me? Oh god, Law. He didn’t even know something had happened. He was still in the audience and oh, my god what if the last time I saw him was tonight?
No, this couldn’t be it.
“Trust me.”
Those had been the last two words I’d said to my man.Trust me. Trust me. Trust me.How could this be it? I had to get back to him. I was not going to do this to him, or me, or to us, I was going to get away. I’d asked him to trust me and here I was grabbed and fucking being dragged out the back door within minutes.
This was not the way it went. I refused that shit. I swung my elbow down, connecting again with the man holding me. He grunted and I swung down again, and again, and again until finally he swore and let me go. I stumbled forward and might have made a run for it if my heel hadn’t caught on my skirt and sent me sprawling to the ground.
“Fucking bitch! I don’t care how much she’s paying me, I’m making you pay for that.”
I scrambled forward, hands sliding across the floor in the dark, but I didn’t know where the hell I was going and I yelped, crashing into an old chair. The man grabbed my ankle and yanked me back, jerking me towards him. My hands flew out from under me and I hit the ground with a thud. The taste of blood filled my mouth when my jaw made contact with the floor, telling me I’d bitten my lip. I felt the man move behind me, his hand higher on my leg, just at my knee and I turned over, spitting the blood in my mouth at him when he tried to grab me.
“Fucker!” I screamed, swinging but hitting nothing but air. He was looming over me now, but just out of reach. I couldn’t see his face, not in the darkness. The red glow of the EXIT sign was too faint for me to make anything out but his rough silhouette. Even with my limited vision, I still saw his hand coming down to slap me. I closed my eyes knowing I was going to have to take this one. There was no way out of it.
