There was so much going on in my head. I was scared, scared that Dallas wouldn’t come for me but even more scared that he wouldn’t want to. I know what these people wanted from Dallas in exchange for my return was something that would be next to impossible for him to obtain based on the way the voice from the phone calls sounded.
“Don’t let that bitch out of your sight,” seemed to be the motivational speech repeated with each call. I wanted to ask him why this man wasso mad at Dallas but thought better of it. Asking him anything would only prolong his unwelcome stay in my presence.
* * *
I could hear loud moans and groans coming from the other room. Even with the door shut the obvious noises were hard to ignore.
Is he watching porn?
I shivered with disgust at the very thought of that greasy, rotten, good-for-nothing creep in there touching himself to whatever display was showing on the T.V.
It wasn’t long before I heard the creak of the door opening again and the sound of his boots clicking on the floor, louder because of the dead silence.
“Little Kitteeeen, what are you dooooing?” He spoke in a sing song tone as he taunted me. All I wanted was to have Dallas and his men come bursting in to take care of this guy, and take me home…
“There you are, Kitten,” he said in an irritating baby voice as soon as his eyes found me. His menacing, hooded gaze immediately sent a rush of fear through my veins. The sinister smirk he wore across his face told me everything I needed to know about his intentions.
I made a move and quickly got to my feet, strategically putting the sofa between him and I. He licked his lips, his eyes wide and glossy. He let out a menacing chuckle as he slowly walked around the sofa in my direction, me matching his movements only backwards.
“I…I overheard your boss talking to you. He told you not to touch me.” I said this with the irrational hope that it might deter him from whatever repulsive, selfish, and heinous thing he was thinking of doing to me.
“That he did. However, by the time he gets to Dallas and sends theokay to…take care of you…well, he’ll never really know what I’ve done with you. So, why not have a little fun while we wait?” Something told me this was his plan all along. I was trapped with no way out, nowhere to hide and walking backwards in circles wasn’t gonna save me for long.
Think D, think!
I suddenly recalled a self defense class I took years ago, one of my father’s requirements before I left home for college in Los Angeles.
I continued walking backwards, keeping eye contact with this animal of a humanwalking toward me, at a faster pace now, trying to recall the maneuvers Grand Master Brown at the Taekwondo studio only blocks from my house taught me.
Time to fight back, D.
I stopped short, planting my feet to the ground, bending my knees and praying like hell this was going to work. His smirk grew into a full blown smile at my stance. His hand wrapped around my throat.
Suddenly the door that was chained and bolted shut was violently thrown off of its hinges, flinging across the room into the brick wall where it shattered into pieces. After a cloud of dust settled, a familiar face appeared: It was Jackson, one of Dallas’s guards.
I instantly had a strong arm wrapped around my abdomen and was lifted into the air like a sack of potatoes. He lowered me to the floor once I was behind him, guarding me with his body until another man emerged from the hole in the wall where the door used to be. Jackson wrapped his fingers around my wrist and led me toward the door as more men rushed in.
“How many are in there?” Jackson’s voice was deep and raspy.
“Just the one.” I quickly answered, wasting no time.
“Did he… are you…”
“No,” I spit, putting him out of the misery of having to ask such questions, withholding the fact that if they hadn’t gotten there whenthey did that answer could be very different.
He didn’t say anything. He just sighed in relief and gave my hand a slight squeeze, a tenderness his masculine exterior concealed well.
As soon as we made it to the car and I was safely secured in the backseat, Jackson was on the phone and walked away from the window so that I could not hear the exchange with whoever was on the other end of that call.
“Yes, sir. We will meet you at the club. I won’t let her out of my sight.” Jackson finished before hanging up the phone and replacing it in his pocket.
He got behind the wheel and started the engine, I made eye contact with him in the rearview mirror. My eyes must have been full of questions because he turned to look at me, then said:
“I know this is scary, but it will be over soon. I’m taking you to the club, where we will wait for Mr. Kingston.” I nodded my agreement and sat back in the leather seat.
As we pulled away from the rundown building, a single gunshot sounded loudly from inside.
That’s something I could get behind…
