“Oh, I don’t think I’d want you to,” I admit as we walk towards the sliding glass doors of the hotel. We’re staying somewhere that needs a key to get the elevator to move, and even then it has to coordinate with the floor you’re staying on.
We have an entire floor dedicated to the team, which will help with anyone sneaking up to bother them.
“It’s really difficult to stay vigilant every second of the day,” I say, following my dad on autopilot. “I create for a living, and I’ll lose myself in my work. Then, all of a sudden I’ll realize I’m in public and that isn’t safe, which means I’ll physically flinch as I look around to see who is near me. I’m sure I look like a basket case every time I do it.”
“I didn’t think about that,” he murmurs, pushing the elevator button. “How was it working in the staff room?”
“Better, but I can’t record voice overs in there,” I explain. “It’s too noisy. I feel safer though. My back isn’t exposed since I’m sitting against the wall and can see all around me.”
“Ugh, it’ll be easier when we’re back in New Orleans,” Dad says, checking the inside of the elevator car before ushering me inside. “We have a home game soon.”
“I’ll adjust,” I say, watching as he hits our floor number and scans our key.
“I know that, but the chaos of each day means?—”
“It’s fine,” I insist. “My structure is that there is none.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Dad laughs, watching the floor numbers go by. “I know you think you’re above the needs of most omegas, but I think tonight shows that you are not.”
“Too soon,” I say playfully, following him out as the doors open. “I don’t even know what to think about those alphas. There has to be a joke somewhere about scent matches and bars.”
Dad smirks before his attention is pulled to one of the rooms we’re walking toward. It sounds as if someone is yelling, but it’s muffled.
“Are you sure there aren’t any other people on this floor not belonging to the team?” I ask tenuously.
“Nope,” he grunts, striding faster.
“Ungh!” a male voice yells, making me trip as my eyes widen.
“Dad,” I whisper, as if that’ll change what could be happening.
“Troy and Brenden are in this room, and they should still be at the bar,” Dad murmurs. Pulling out another card key, he holds it up for me to see. “I have a master for this entire floor, just in case there’s an emergency. I’m going to see what’s happening.”
“Need my stun gun?” I joke, knowing it will land flat.
“You’ll need that. Stay out here, Cae.”
Dad unlocks the door and shoves it open as he strides inside. I’m not sure what gets into me, but at the last moment, I catch the door and slip inside. There’s a woman straddling a man who is strapped down to the head and footboards with duct tape.
“Get the fuck off him!” Dad yells, making my legs fail me as I sink to my knees. This feels all too familiar somehow.
There’s terror that fills my veins as Troy struggles to buck and throw the girl off. I can’t imagine duct tape being used in a pleasurable way.
The door snicks shut behind me without being noticed, and my dad rips the girl off Troy’s dick, tossing her away from him.The girl is breathing hard, completely naked, angry that she was interrupted as she raped this poor man. It takes everything within me not to puke as I’m hit with the full realization that women can be just as dangerous as men.
“Cae, call the police, and don’t let her leave,” he growls.
Tears stream down my face as I pull my stun gun from my boot and watch as the girl scrambles to get dressed as my father begins to free Troy. I believe he’s married, and somehow that makes this even more devastating.
“What is wrong with you?” I rasp, fumbling for my phone as I call nine-one-one.
“No! Don’t call. Just let me go, come on,” the girl complains, fixing her dress.
Dad turns on the overhead lights to see better, and I can tell she has bad blonde hair extensions, a tight dress, and sky high heels. She raises her leg to fix her shoe, flashing her pussy at me since she’s not wearing any underwear.
Fucking gross. I suppose that any decency or modesty is too much to ask from a rapist.
“No,” I growl. “How did you get in here?”
