Page 71 of Pain and Possession

"Olive?"

A sob threatens to leave my throat as Noè's voice comes through the speakers.

"Olive answer me."

"I wouldn't fucking touch that if I were you." My hand pauses by the gun, my nails digging into the concrete.

"Keeping you alive for the film was merely a suggestion. I'd much rather have your pretty ass in the trade."

Noè falls silent on the other end of the phone, but I know he's here, listening. Rem's eyes flutter open as I slowly reach into my pocket, tucking my phone just underneath her. My heart hammering painfully in my chest. Her eyes meet mine and she quickly closes them. A brief, gut wrenching moment of understanding passes between us that shakes me to my fucking core.

I'm about to be taken and there's nothing either of us can do to stop it.

"Get to your feet and keep your hands out." He orders, and I comply, faintly hearing Rem murmuring to herself.

"Black panel… Four mid thirties…."

My eyes go wide as the door swings open yet again. Frank steps into view his large frame takes up most of the doorway and then some. His long white apron still stained with the food he's cooked today; he lifts the shotgun quickly firing a shot that strikes the closest man in the face. Bits of his skull and gore splatters onto me. I scream as the remaining three men fire in return, peppering bullets into him. A strange guttural scream fills the alley.

It sounds terrible.

My legs act on their own as I scramble for Frank, my heart shattering into a trillion tiny pieces as he jerks violently before crumpling, laying still on the steps. It's only when I'm jerked backwards roughly that I realize the awful scream was coming from me. Noè's voice cuts through the phone, the panic and rage in it is palatable as they jerk my hands behind my back, shoving me around and pulling me towards the van.

"I'm coming little doll. You will not get away with this you fucking cunts just signed your death certificate. I'll fucking gut you! I'll fucking rip you apart!"

I know you will.

The thought nearly brings a smile to my face as I'm shoved in the back of the van roughly. No sooner than I try to sit up a boot comes down on my back hard, knocking the air from my lungs. I wrap my arms tightly around myself, trying to keep the brunt of the assault from my stomach. A new deep-seated fear grows inside me, a fear for the baby I didn't know I wanted. I should be scared for myself too, I know that. I'm scared for the baby, for Frank, Rem and Liner. I'm scared for Noè but more than anything… I feel white hot fucking rage. An anger deeper than anything I've felt before. I'm jerked to a sitting position as my hands and legs are zip tied. I don't look away from them, I want them to know I fucking see them. That I will never forget. The man leans down as I take in each one of his dark deep-set features committing them to memory, the other two in the front I can only barely see behind the caged barrier pull away from the alley. Pulling me away from everything. I feel helpless, yet again. Just a stupid ugly girl being taken advantage of.

No. Fuck that.

"Pretty little thing, it's a damn shame what we're going to do to that face of yours." He muses, so casually he might as well be remarking on the weather. The coppery taste of blood fills my mouth as I meet his eyes.

A dark, cynical laugh leaves my mouth, "He's going to fucking kill you. I can't wait to watch." With that I spit, my blood and saliva splattering across his toe face. I only get a moment to admire my unwarranted bravery before he grips my hair in his hands, slamming my head back into the wall of the van. Plummeting me into darkness, all this fear, all the anger and the last thing I think about ishim.

Noè…

Noè

I jump off my bike followed closely by my men as the GPS tracker pings at the opposite end of the abandoned parking lot. I don't think as I pound my feet against the pavement willing my legs to move faster than they possibly ever could. I could move at the speed of light and still not reach her soon enough. When I hit the end of the parking lot, I look around frantically, nothing.

Fucking nothing.

I jerk off my helmet, discarding it as my men surround me, their energy bouncing off the shattered windows and crumbling concrete structure of an old warehouse formally owned by the Riviera family.

"Noè!" Hocks hushed voice comes from my side where he's stepping out further into the woods. The tracking device in my family crest signals again letting me know I'm close.

Not close enough.

I use the rage coursing through me. Even though it makes it hard to draw breath, my thoughts are a constant running string of threats and profanity. A reel of everything I plan to do to anyone that had a fucking hand in this, "Comb forward now. I want every inch of this property covered." I order as a glint of silver catches in the beam of my flashlight.

"Keep quiet. The less they know the safer she is." Someone adds as they pass ahead of me, it's Kurt he's tenser than I've ever seen him. Followed by Buffy who seems to vibrate with a rage that almost rivals mine. As soon as I reach the bracelet, my heart drops a full ten stories. The delicate chain is broken as if it had been ripped from her small wrist. No way pros would’ve left something like that behind if they knew…

My smart little doll.

Gunslinger by Avenged Sevenfold

Olive

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