I'm going to make sure Dom has zero chance of escaping.
And if he has hurt Lola or Lyndall, or done something to harm Squish...
I'll rip him limb from limb with my bare hands.
Chapter Thirty-Five
LOLA
The door opensto the room, and it's not Gretchen.
Instead, two big, burly men come in and grab me.
Their hands dig into my flesh, and I have to bite down on a scream as Lyndall rises, throwing herself at them.
One knocks her down with a backhand across the face.
I start wiggling to try and get free. "Don't touch her. She's just a child."
Lyndall lifts her head, looking at me with wounded eyes, which lets me know she's fine.
The girl is more upset over the fact I called her a child than she is over getting knocked to the ground.
I stop struggling. "I'll go with you. Just...just don't touch her again."
The bigger one grunts. "Move it. Or we'll do worse. To both of you."
Lyndall wipes a trickle of blood from her mouth. "Does your boss know you talk to us like that? Do you even know who we are? Does the name Mario Marino mean anything to you?"
The biggest brute doesn't speak, but his demeanorchanges, his hand on my arm loosens a bit. It's still firm, but it doesn't bite deep anymore.
"Let her go," Lyndall says in imperious tones.
The other one laughs. "We're under orders to take this one. I'll send Gretchen to make sure you're okay."
The moment she looks like she's going to protest, I speak up. "Fine. That's fine. I'll go with you." I seek out Lyndall's furious, frightened eyes. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
The big one snickers and starts dragging me to the door.
Lyndall pushes herself up, and I shake my head, mouthing for her to behave.
And then I'm gone, dragged into the hall.
The door clicks and locks behind me, and my heart starts to hammer hard as adrenaline starts to fly high in my veins.
I try to cram in as many details as I can.
The guesthouse is empty. There are other rooms, but the doors are open.
There are two chairs on either side of the staircase, like they think we're going to escape.
So they can listen in.
Or...I swallow hard. Or so they can shoot someone if they manage to step into this space and reach the stairs.
As they drag me to the top step, I can see the front door and some of the living room and kitchen.
There is a door to the right of that where Gretchen steps out, her face neutral as the blonde glances at me, as if burly men drag women around this place all the time.
