Fuck what I said about not spilling blood inside this club, if Willow is in any way being harmed or forced into anything I will slit their throats before they even know what’s happened and I will happily pay the Triads whatever they want in damages.
We continue walking down past the booths and I make a mental note to return to that particular one on the way out to get the girl out of here with us.
Suddenly I hear loud and boisterous laughter coming from a booth at the very back. So loud that I can make out exactly where it’s coming from over the music. Ivan hears it too because he steps up beside me, both our steps becoming quicker as we follow the sound. Suddenly a tap on my shoulder has me stopping and reaching for my gun, but when I turn around I see it’s Lev and Anton who have caught up to us.
“The back.” I say to them and nod in the direction of the laughter and now very apparent Irish accents.
Lev looks murderous. God help everyone in here if these girls are harmed in any way because at this stage, I’m not stepping in to stop his lack of control, I’m fucking joining him in the massacre.
The four of us walk towards the booth and when the people dancing begin to fade to just a few people, we have a clear view of the booth, the men, the girls and Willow. It takes us seconds to reach the table, walking up smoothly before the four of us stand like an un-breakable wall blocking everyone in. Willow is beingheld on some filthy fuckers lap, Finn has Alina pulled back onto him and the other girls are spread out between a few other men.
Willow looks up slowly, not realising it’s us who’s standing in front of them all but when her eyes meet mine, she makes no move to get up knowing it will draw attention and instead she mouths two words to me.
“Help us.”
With just those words and the tears in her eyes, all my emotional control crumbles.
Chapter Forty Six
Willow
He’s here. Dragna is here.
I feel like I’m dreaming. I’m confused, angry, sad, and yet never felt relief like this.
“Help us.” I mouth at him and his demeanour immediately shifts to what I now know is the side of him he kept from me.
“Get your fucking hands off her.” He spits out towards Sean, the guy who’s lap I’m being held in against my will. Dragna leans down and grabs Sean’s arm, twisting it back and allowing me room to stand up and finally get away from him.
Ivan grabs me and pulls me to him while all the men in the booth shove the girls off them and stand quickly as Lev and Anton step closer to the booth.
Lev grabs Alina and pushes her behind him to Ivan and I. I grab her and pull her into a hug as Mia is next to be pushed to us, then Gigi.
The four of us stand huddled together at the back of Dragna, Lev and Anton while Ivan keeps an iron grip on one of my arms and one of Alina’s.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing here lads?” Tommy shouts while pulling Ella back towards him. He holds her in front of him like a shield knowing none of the guys would ever hurt her.
“Let her go Tommy. Anton here has a good aim. You’re fucking dead regardless, so how about you quit hiding behind an innocent girl.” Lev spits back at him.
At the mention of shooting, a few of the Irish men pull their guns out and Ivan begins pulling us all towards the side of the club.
“What are you doing! We can’t leave Ella!” I shout at him and the girls all begin trying to argue with him about staying to get Ella out safely.
“I’m following orders, which are to get you all out safely so just help me out here. Dragna will get her out, don’t worry.” He says before pulling Alina and I with so much strength he leaves no room for any argument.
I look back around Ivan’s arm to see Ella still being held against Tommy and put all my trust in Dragna that he’s able to bring her out after us.
We make it to the door leading to the stairs and Ivan pushes us up telling us to hurry and we all begin running up the stairs, the feeling of finally being out of the clutches of Tommy engulfing me.
The reality that Dragna is here and we’ll all be safe hits me and I grab Mia and Alina’s hands as I pull them up the stairs faster and faster behind Gigi who’s already almost at the top of the second stairwell.
We reach the front door and Ivan rushes in front of us before pulling a gun from his waistband and opening the door as the doorman just looks the other way. Ivan tells us to wait as he checks the alley and once he’s happy that there’s nobody else outside he whistles and holds the door open for us telling us to run to a van.
Gigi grabs my free hand and the four of us run hand in hand towards an all black van as the side door slides open and I see Mikhail.
A sob rips out of my throat as I realise we’re safe again. We’re okay. Dragna found us and we’re safe, we just need them to hurry behind us with Ella.
We make it to the van and we all pile into it falling on top of each other, all of us crying, hugging and in complete disbelief. Mikhail hands us blankets and we wrap them around us as we wait for everyone else. I’m about to ask Mikhail where Ivan is when the van starts up and Mikhail takes off away from the alley.
