“That bitch!” he growls as he looks down the long hallway. “She was playing me earlier.”
“Playing you?” What is he talking about?
He quits searching and looks back at me. “Yes!” he hisses. “She was in my office earlier.”
My eyes widen. “What was she doing in your office, Case?” He opens his mouth, but I raise my hand. “Never mind. I already know what you do with women in your office.” I hate how much it hurts to know he had done the same thing with Rachel just hours ago.
“It’s not what you think.” He lets out a cuss as he runs his hand through his dark hair.
“You told me that you don’t sleep with your employees. Yet you slept with me, and obviously, Rachel. Or do you not really have that as a rule?” I demand.
“It is a rule. I don’t fuck my employees,” he growls.
“You fucked me!” I remind him in case he forgot. “And you fucked Rachel,” I snap.
“Rachel is different,” he snaps back.
My mouth falls open as I suck in a breath. “So what? She’s the exception to the rule. What was I? Just an opportunity?” My eyes start to sting, and I beg myself not to cry. Not like this. It’s just been sex. You know that! Don’t let it hurt so much.
“You know that’s not the truth,” he says softer.
He reaches out to touch me, but I take a step back. “I know you’ve lied. And I can’t believe anything you say.”
Before he can say another word, I spin around and shove the back door open before slamming it shut. I just need some fresh air. Just need to get away from him. The alley is dark and somewhat cold for being the middle of summer. The wind whips my hair around and I push it behind my ear, but that doesn’t really work. I start to walk down the narrow alleyway, kicking a few rocks as I walk. Wishing they were Case’s head at the moment. Why did I let it get this far? Why did I think I could have sex without letting my emotions get in the way? I’m mad at him, but it’s my fault. I put myself in this situation. My eyes start to sting and a lump forms in my throat.
And now that Rachel knows what Case and I have done, she is going to try her hardest to make it worse on me. She knows I like Case. Hell, I don’t know anyone who would sleep with someone they don’t like. I was just stupid enough to feel more for him and think he would open up to me.
A cold chill rolls over my body, and I wrap my arms around myself. He can be such an ass at times. I continue to walk down the alleyway muttering to myself when I hear something behind me. I stop and turn around to look. It’s just me. I shiver as I feel a coldness creep up my spine. Turning back around, I start to walk again.
How could he …?
I hear something again and turn back around. Nothing. “Case?” I call out. Still nothing. Uncrossing my arms, I place my hands on my hips, as my patience is getting thinner. “Cut it out, Case,” I snap. “This isn’t funny.” I reach up and wipe the single tear that runs down my cheek.
A man steps out from behind a dumpster, and my heart starts to pound in my chest. “Case?” I ask hoping he’s playing some stupid game with me. I can’t tell if it’s him or not. It’s too dark where the man is standing and all I can see is a silhouette. “Case, stop,” I shout, my pulse racing.
He just stands there, hands down to his side, hiding in the shadows. I let out a growl and decide to go to him. As soon as I take a step, another guy steps out from the other side of the alleyway.
I come to a halt. Not Case. This isn’t Case at all.
My hands start to shake and my breathing becomes ragged. I frantically start to try to think of an escape plan, but I have nothing. They are standing closer to the back door of the club than I am. And I’m never back here so I don’t really know where I could go. What else could I do? I could lie. “Stay back,” I yell, and my voice cracks. “I have mace.” I can barely see them, so they can’t see if I’m telling the truth or not. I hope.
They both chuckle. A low and malicious chuckle that tells me either they don’t believe me or even if I did have it, it wouldn’t stop them. “You’re gonna need more than that, bitch.” He confirms my worse thoughts.
The one on the right, who I think was the one who spoke, the silhouette of his hand disappears into the darkness. When it returns, there’s a knife in his hand. I can make out the outline from the old buzzing light behind him.
For a second, I stop breathing and I’m frozen in place. I can’t beat them. Even from thirty feet away, I can see their huge size. Plus two against one is never fair if you ask me.
So I do the only thing I can think to do. I spin around and run.
Do you ever have those dreams where someone is chasing you and you’re running but you’re not getting anywhere? Your legs feel sluggish and heavy and you just wanna scream in frustration? Real life is nothing like that.
The sound of my heart beating fills my own ears so loudly that I can’t hear anything else. I suck in breath after breath causing my throat to burn and an ache in my side. But I push through it, not wanting to face the consequences of giving up.
I come up to the end of the club and there’s another alleyway; I can either continue on forward or turn right. A quick decision makes me turn right. I can see what is ahead and there is nothing there but more alley. Maybe if I go right, I can hide behind something or escape behind a door.
But that hope is shattered the second I turn the corner and see nothing but alley. Damn Case for having his club in the middle of an industrial run-down part of town. I see a few dumpsters up ahead that sit outside of the abandoned warehouses, but they would find me if I stopped to hide in one of them. And then I would be easy prey.
I refuse to look back to where they are. The only thing I can do is pray their size will slow them down, but they looked tall, meaning that one step probably equals two of mine. They’ve gotta be gaining on me. I suck in another breath and my hair whips in my face. I can see a street up ahead, and I pray to God that he lets me make it. I just need to be around people. Then the realization that it’s past two in the morning has my chest tightening.
