Jess approaches me. “You wanna take your break, sweetie? Best to do it now before the current act ends.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Thanks, Jess. I’ll be in the back.” I grab a bottle of water and head to the breakroom behind the bar. Nobody is in here and I am relieved. Zayn stays on the door just outside, so for the first time tonight I can breathe on my own and bask in the quiet.
I sit on one of the chairs and close my eyes, focusing on the quiet to calm me, which lasts a few seconds before I feel a huge blow to my head, knocking me to the ground. Shit, that hurt.
I feel lightheaded and for a moment, I’m unsure of where I am.
I roll onto my back and open my eyes just as a booted foot pushes down on my chest. The guy above me looks at me like I am something that needs to be destroyed, and I realize this must be the creeper guy. I don't recognize him. He has chin-length blond hair and big baby blue eyes. If it wasn't for the gun he was pointing at me, I'd think he was some model, but I can tell he is dangerous. He looks like someone with nothing to lose and those are not the kind of people I want to be stuck in a room with.
“Who the hell are you?” I demand, when enough clarity returns.
The sinister smile he gives me is creepy as fuck. Forget what I said about a model, this guy looks like he is on the most wanted list.
“It’s cute that you think you get to ask the questions. You are just a pawn on the path to achieving my goal. Now get the fuck up.”
I’m about to move when the door opens and Zayn walks in. I release a sigh of relief only for Zayn to punch me in the gut. I collapse back on the floor gasping for air. Well, I think we have found the rat.
“That’s enough, Zayn. I can’t use him against the brothers if he is already fucked up.”
Zayn scowls down at me. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. I had to put up with these fuckers for weeks.”
Zayn kneels down in front of me. “How does it feel to be such a pussy, huh? To have to have all of these guys protect poor little you. Does he fuck you like a girl too?” He sneers in my face.
“He fucks me like the slutty whore I am for him and I fucking love it!” I shout and spit on his face.
I can tell he is about to beat me within an inch of my life, but blond guy pulls him back. “He is trying to goad you, Zayn. Leave it.”
Zayn stomps away to stand by the door. Blond guy pulls me up and handcuffs my hands behind my back. All I can do is hope that I get to watch Dima tear this fucker apart.
“Ready for the show, girlie?”
“Fuck off, you piece of shit. You’ll regret this.”
“Ooooh, I’m shaking in my boots. I don’t regret anything, girlie. We wouldn't be here if your stupid lover boy hadn't killed my brother. It’s time for payback.”
I stop short. “Brother? Who…who did he kill?”
He ignores my question and nods at Zayn to open the door back to the bar. He stands behind me, guiding me with his left hand on my cuffed wrists and has his gun in his right hand, pointed straight onto my temple.
“Show time, girlie.” He pushes us through the door.
CHAPTER 21 - DIMA
Iwasn'tsureifanything would happen tonight, but I won't lie and say I'm not happy that things have gone smoothly. When I left Seb with Zayn earlier, he seemed relaxed and happy which made me feel more at ease about leaving him for a quick catch-up on the situation with Lev.
“It's a dead end brother. This maniac is a fucking ghost. We may have to call in some extra help on this. We are just hitting dead ends.”
I ponder that and realize that for now, there is not a lot more we can do. “Look, let's enjoy our night and we’ll pick this back up tomorrow. Nothing more is going to change between now and then.”
He nods and we walk towards the main bar area from the office. I notice straight away Seb isn't there, and neither is Zayn.
I exchange a look with Lev and we quickly walk over to the bar.
“Jess, where is he?”
“He is just on his break with Zayn out back. He should be done in five.”
As I turn away, the breakroom door opens and gun shots loudly vibrate around the room.
