But I didn’t get far before he had a firm grip on my elbow. I winced at how hard he held me as he drug me out of the VIP section and then down the flight of stairs.
“Let me go, Mythic!” I tried to scream over the bass.
“You got me fucked up,” he barked.
He pressed me up against the wall in the hallway. He’d brought me to his office. He continued to hold my arm as he unlocked his office with his other hand. He pushed the door open and then forced me inside to the point that I tripped a bit over my own feet.
“Fuck is wrong with you?” he snapped as he slammed the door.
“You—”
He was so furious, he didn’t even let me finish, just cut me off. “Nah. You said enough. So, you think I’ll go through all I did to have you again just to play you? You think I’m stupid enough to fumble you again? You think I wanna lose you?” My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened as I watched him march toward mewith rage flickering in his eyes like fire. Each step he took sent a jolt of fear through me, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe. The intensity in his stare had me frozen in place and unable to speak.
He grabbed my face with one of his large hands. He forced my head up and my eyes on him. “Who do I love?” he demanded, but still, I was too scared to speak. “Who do I love, Avi?”
“M–Me,” I whimpered. I cowered. I clung to him, but he pushed my hands away.
“Nah.”
“Mythic…I’m sorry,” I whined.
“You got me,” he confessed, seemingly against his will. His shoulders lowered as if he were losing a battle. “You fucking own me—”
I leaped toward him. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He tried to push me away, but I locked my arms around him and brought his lips to mine. “I’m sorry,” I professed against his lips, drinking in his air as we kissed.
We crashed into a heated, fiery kiss, the kind that made my heart race and my whole body come alive. His lips were demanding, pulling every bit of breath from me.
As we kissed, Mythic guided me backward. Each step brought us closer to his desk. His hands gripped me tighter, and I could feel the electricity between us building with every touch.
He spun me around and pushed me down with his hand in the small of my back. I creamed and moaned as I could feel his nails running down my thighs as he pulled my denim shorts down. I wasn’t able to brace myself for his impact before he was diving inside of my center, delivering brutal, deep strokes that made me wail.
“Who do I love, Avi?” he panted.
Tears filled my eyes as I exclaimed proudly, “Me.”
I lay on Mythic’s couch in his office, staring at the ceiling. My pussy was throbbing and my head still spinning, not from the alcohol, but from all the regret and doubts clouding my mind. Mythic had left me alone to sober up, but honestly, I didn’t need more time to sober up—I needed time to think. My mind was on fire, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake it. Damar and Mia had been a poison in my life, and even though most of my days had been good because of Mythic, today wasn’t one of them.
Today, everything about their betrayal was eating at me. What Damar did, the lies he told, how far he went, those details from Detective Randall just wouldn’t stop playing on a loop in my head. I hated feeling this way, but Damar’s deceit had me questioning everything, and I was embarrassed by it. Embarrassed that I was letting those old wounds mess with my head like this.
I didn’t want to be here anymore. I needed to be alone—away from Mythic’s staff, away from the noise, away from all of it—so, I slipped out of his office, making sure no one saw me because I knew Mythic would stop me. I knew the layout of the club like the back of my hand. I knew where all the bouncers and security posted up outside, so I moved through the shadows, staying out of sight as I slipped out of the club and down the block. As soon as I was clear, I pulled out my phone and called an Uber.
I started walking down the block, still keeping my distance from where Mythic’s security could see me. The Uber app was loading, and just as I confirmed my ride, a car screeched up out of nowhere. The headlights were so bright they blinded me, and before I could even react, three men jumped out.
My heart slammed in my chest. I assumed I was about to get robbed. My mind started spinning, thinking maybe I could toss them my purse and run.
But instead of asking for money or my purse, one of them rushed me. He grabbed me before I could scream. His hand clamped down over my mouth. His grip was so tight I could taste the dirt on his skin. I kicked and struggled, but he was too strong, and the other two were closing in. My screams were muffled against his hand as he carried me toward the car. My feet kicked uselessly in the air.
“Damn. This big bitch is heavy.” He grunted as he struggled to carry me.
“You sure this her?”
“Yeah. I watched them in club more than once.It’s her.”
The trunk popped open. When I saw the dark, empty space waiting for me, I really started to panic. I fought harder, twisting and thrashing, but it was no use. There was no way I could win against three men. They threw me into the trunk like I was nothing, slamming me down before I could catch my breath. I tried to scream again, but another one of them started wrapping duct tape around my mouth, sealing off my only way to cry for help.
“Hold her still,” one of them barked, and I felt them grab my hands, then my feet, taping them up too. My arms ached from trying to fight, but I couldn’t break free.
As they finished taping me up, one of them leaned in. As he spoke, his voice so cold. “All he had to do was work with me. Now, I have to take from him the way he took from me.”
