“I’ll handle him. You take Anmara to her room,” Blake says.
He goes to Paul, angrily putting Paul’s cock back in his pants and tying his hands and legs with the rope that held me captive. I see him throwing Paul over one shoulder, his face contorting with pain. He is stronger than I expected him to be. Actually, I knew the strength he had, but I never saw it in action.
Lucas gets out of the room first with me in his arms. I notice that everything around looks like an abandoned bunker. The air is wet, the walls as dirty and rotten as the room I was in.
He climbs a couple of stairs and arrives at a door, which he opens with his elbow and manages not to let me fall in the process, especially since I am wet everywhere. The blood from my face reaches Lucas’s t-shirt, but he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. I don’t wanna imagine how much I am staining him with the one coming from the other side of me. I’m not even supposed to think about that, but about a way to calm the pain I was struggling not to display or worry Lucas more than he already is.
I inhale deeply when we reach the other side of the door, seeing that we got out in a dark atmosphere surrounded by lots of trees. The last rays of the sun wanted to swallow the air and let us into the darkness.
Lucas moves with me through the tunnel we’ve been in today that goes inside the hotel and takes my key out of his pocket.
How did he end up with it?
What can I say, it was the perfect question in my mind while the elevator took us to my floor.
We end up in the apartment, but when he is about to put me on the bed, he sees the bloodstain left by Blake and gets angry. He slowly lets my legs touch the floor and looks at me like I’m about to fall any second now. However much my insides are burning, I try not to show it. When he sees that I can stay on my own feet, he goes to the bed, takes the mattress with the bed linen, and throws it in a corner. He runs to the other room, and I wake up with the mattress and bed linen from my room on this bed.
He looks at me from head to toe, and his gaze lingers more on my face and also my intimate side. When I look down, I see that the lingerie is still pushed aside and a stream of blood is running down my legs.
He swears and goes to the bathroom, from where I hear the water running, a sign that he is filling the bathtub. At least I can have a hot bath if not answers regarding how the fuck did I end up fucked-up with a knifed-out glove and four greasy fingers of a Paul that was long gone.
Chapter 15
The rippling freedom
I deeply inhale the perfumed air of the water where I was staying and meditating for longer than 30 minutes. I’m playing with the fragile bubbles that remained at the surface of the water, which barely covered my breasts.
I know I should get up and face reality, but it is too good in here, even though my fingers pruned up and the water is just warm now. I finally had some time for myself, and I wanted to prolong it as much as possible. I don’t care we are in the middle of a crazy war that I don’t even know how the fuck I ended up in.
I try moving a little because I am getting numb, but I feel an extreme discomfort in my sensitive zone. I put my hand on it to massage it, but it is getting worse, so I give up.
I close my eyes and sink for a couple of seconds in the pink water. When I get up, I hear someone opening the door. Through my red hair strands, I see Lucas looking at me. I don’t even try to cover myself. He already saw me naked, so I don’t really care for the moment.
I take the hair strands off my face and watch him slowly approaching, looking me in the eyes to seeif he does something wrong by getting closer. He’s also trying to keep my eyes and not look at my boobs.
He succeeded… mostly.
“I want to tell you that I got rid of the mattress and I brought a new one. Also, Blake took Paul and locked him in one of the rooms from the basement I found a key to. We’ll take care of him later. Now, I wanna know what that motherfucker did to you so I can fuck with his face later,” he frowns.
“Well, given the fact that he is your brother, you won’t do anything. I mean, it is just his appeal, but still your brother,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“What do you mean?” he asks me, confused.
“That is not Paul, not the one you knew your whole life, and you need to be careful around him. He will not consider you his brother, but an enemy as in your dream,” I huff, closing my eyes.
It seems like those 30 minutes of relaxation were a waste of time, as I am already feeling as tense as before I got in the hot water.
“Tell me what he did to you, Anmara. Don’t make me find out on my own,” he growls seriously, making me open my eyes and move my gaze to his.
“Oh, really? And how would you do that, mister I-am-a-negociator-who-works-for-a-fucking-crazy-man-who-kidnapped-us?” I ask him, and I see him smirk.
“Wanna hear my detailed plan? I’m sure it’ll be better than your plan for rescuing Paul in one piece.”
“I think my plan ended well, given the fact that he is in the same building as us,” I say in a superior tone.
“Yeah, with my help. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have reached you in time.”
“What do you mean?”
