Whowasthatasshole? At least, I had a first name from Anya, but I didn’t have the slightest clue where he fell on the hierarchy.
Was he someone Sebastian could make back down easily?Lorenzocould be some peon exaggerating his importance,orhe could be one of Luca’s top men. My stomach twisted at the thought, but I ventured down the stairs.
Somehow, whenever I was in this house I ended up making terrible plans. But just like last time, I’d need tofollow throughwith my terrible plan. I couldn’t just leave Anya here.
Two sturdy men were leaning against the stairs. Even though my heart picked up, I kept my face neutral. One of themglancedover at me dismissivelybefore movingtheirattention back.
I moved past them, and further down the stairs.
Shit.Lorenzowas standing down the hall, blood creeping down his face despite his hand pressed against his temple.
“You bitch,”he growled, pointing at me.
So much forfinding Sebastian before Lorenzo found me. I continued moving down the stairs. But I was way too slow. I couldn’t exactly run with these heels on, and I didn’t even have a weapon to take someone hostage. Not that it would help me since I still had this damned bracelet on.
“Grab her,”Lorenzoyelled.
Footsteps echoed behind me.
“Don’t touch me,” I growled, whipping around so I could see thetwo men approaching me.
The man on the right laughed andtried tograb me. I kicked him in the shin. Hard. Hegrabbed at his leg,the laughter dyingin his throat.
The other man drew a gun out of his pocket, but keptenough distance so I couldn’tsnatchit out of his hand.
“Don’t try anything, or I’ll shoot,”he warned, aiming the gunatmy head.
There was nothing Icould do. Even if I managed to grab it from his hands before he shot me, Lucacould justsend an injectioninto me the second he discovered what happened. And if I wasunconscious or dying from a gunshot wound, I couldn’t protect Anya.
I sighed and raised my hands up inorder to show I wouldn’t fight back. The man who I’d kicked stepped towards me cautiously. Then he grabbed me by the waist, and hauled me over his shoulder.
“Is this really necessary?” I said, beginning to move my hand up towards my skirt in order to pull it down. I could feel it sliding down my back, leaving my underwear and my still burning butt completely on display.
At least, I’d had the foresight to put my underwear back on.Being commando was not something I wanted to be in front of these men.
“Don’t move, or I’ll shoot you,”the man with the gun said. With a sigh, I stopped my hand movement. I needed to getthe man holding mealone and wait for him to get distracted before I made my move.
Because I wasn’t going down without a fight.
“Can I at least move my head?” Itested him. I was staring at the manholding me’sblack shirt stretched tightly against his rock hard abs. It’d beadvantageousto see where I was going.
“No.”
“Fine,” I meeklymumbled into the man’s shirt. LetthemthinkI was done fighting.
The man’s grip tightened on my legs, and we began moving forward.
“Where is the other girl at?”Lorenzoasked.
I remained silent, and the man’s abs rumbled as he spoke, “Girl,he’s talking to you.”
“What other girl?” I asked, hoping Lorenzo had hit his head hard enough to forget Anya had ever been there. Maybe he’d be convinced he’d just seen double after the kick he took.
“You fucking know whatI’m talking about. Where the fuck is she?” Lorenzo demanded.
I sighed, and accidentally breathed in some of the man’s pinewood scented cologne. Hey, at least I didn’t have to deal with locker roomBO.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I must have hit you sohard thatyou saw double,” I said.
