The minute his hand touched my breast, my instincts kicked in, danger be damned. My knee flew up and nailed him in his groin. His grip dropped from my throat and my hand swung and hit him in the side. Moving to the side, I nailed him with a side kick. My heart was jumping with victory as I kicked the shit out of this man, but my mind was telling me not to count my chickens before they hatched. Carson always told me, ‘The number one rule in fighting is to never get cocky. The minute you get cocky is the minute you lose focus and your opponent is able to attack back. Always keep your head in the game.’ Though this was far from a game, but I heeded his warning too late. For one second, I let my guard down and he nailed me across the face. Falling to the floor, my only thought was I was going to die.
You idiot! You never should have fought him. He’s going to kill you with his bare hands.
Before I could think any more on the death topic, he was lifting me from the ground by my hair and I had to bite my tongue hard to not cry out from the pain. He threw me on the bed. Flipping me over so I was laying on my back, he crawled on top of me and came within centimeters of my face. His weight almost suffocated me and I desperately tried to beat him off me. One of his big hands grabbed both of mine and pinned them above my head, he smiled triumphantly at me.
“I think I’m going to have a little taste of my pretty little whore,” he whispered against my ear.
Before I could protest his mouth was on mine and his tongue pushed into my mouth. His other hand moved down to the hem of my shirt and moved underneath it. Slowly he moved his hand up my stomach and to my breast. Trying tirelessly to shift myself out from under him by kicking my legs and shifting from side to side, he groans into my mouth before pulling away.
“Yeah, keep rubbing against me baby…I might play before she tells me I can.”
Then his mouth was back on mine. I tried to head butt him, but he held my hair as well as my hands and my head could barely lift from the bed, let alone with enough force to knock this man off me. His hand moved to my bra, pulled it down and began to play with my breast. Involuntarily, I began to shift again beneath him trying everything again to get him off me. It wasn’t until the door opened and light poured into the room before he finally moved off me.
“Rocco! I don’t believe that I have given you permission to have her yet! Have you done what I asked?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Then I guess if you want her that bad you will be getting on it now, won’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, adjusting his jeans before turning and smiling at me. “Until later, my little whore.”
Wendi started laughing…hard. Moving to the corner, I brought my knees to my chest to protect myself. Once she finally quit laughing, she moved to sit on the bed.
“You know, you wouldn’t be here right now if you’d only listened to my warning. He’s mine, little darlin’. And I always get what I want.”
“Why do you want him so bad?”
“Well, he has what I want.”
“What?” I asked completely confused.
“Money and status. He and I are going to get married. Then in a couple years he will suffer a tragic death and all that money and status will be mine.”
My brain spun with all this new information. Suddenly it dawned on me what she just said. The filter to my mouth was broke again and before I could stop myself, I blurted, “You’re a black widow!”
She began laughing. “Oh yes, that is what I would be called if I were to ever get caught, but I am very meticulous and have friends in high places and low ones as well. I have not been caught yet and there have been five husbands, so far,” she stated proudly and without remorse.
“What?” I breathed. “Why? Why would you do that to innocent people?” Disbelief loud and clear in my voice.
“Innocent? Ha! Men do not have the capability of love. They only tell you what you want to hear so that they can get their hands on your assets…whatever they may be. See I married once for ‘love’ and boy was that a joke. He married me, but he was sleeping with anyone with a vagina the whole time. My parents passed, leaving me a healthy chunk of money and property. I found out he was cheating on me. More like I found him in bed with two women…our bed. I filed for divorce. After all, I didn’t need him; I had my inheritance that I could live on. Well the pinhead was smarter than I thought. I had signed a pre-nup stupidly without reading it. I asked for the divorce four years, nine months, two weeks and five days later. Turns out the pre-nup stated that if I filed before five years, I forfeited any and all money that was gained during the marriage. I killed him, still lost all my money because I was not a benefactor on his plans, but he was dead that was all I cared about. When I got away with that, I realized I could do that and live the life I deserved so here I am. But that is neither here nor there at the moment, right now I want to know why the hell you won’t stay away from my man?”
I sat there completely stunned by her confession there. She once loved and lost. My heart actually broke for her. If Carson ever lied to me like that, I would break too. Not sure that I would go to that extreme, but I definitely wouldn’t be looking for love anymore. When she hit me, I realized she had asked me a question and was waiting for the answer.
“I’m sorry for your loss and what you had to go through Wendi, but he was never yours. I love him and do not regret staying with him for a minute. So do to me what you want, I don’t care. Carson is the love of my life and I won’t let go of him… ever,” I said, squaring my shoulders and staring her right in the face.
“See that is where you have mistaken this situation. I don’t plan on touching you. No, I will leave that all to Rocco. You still want to stick to your guns on not letting go of Carson?”
“Yes,” I said firmly.
“So be it. Well, I won’t see you again, but the next time the door opens…” she let the sentence trail off as she walked out the door.
The minute the door closed, I dropped my head to my knees and silently cried. It was a major effort to not start crying while that guy…Rocco, was in the room. Grateful to be alone, but my hope was dwindling. How would Carson find me in time? I couldn’t overpower this guy. He was too strong. As long as I had the upper hand, it was possible, but keeping that was proving to be hard. When I was taken I had it briefly, but he regained it. Here I had it briefly again, but again, he regained it. How was I going to get out of this alive? Or even still how was I going to get out of this unharmed…untouched?
I debated on calling Carson again just to hear his voice, but I had no idea how long it was going to take to get out of here…if I could. The battery on my phone would not last forever. The situation was hopeless. I held my stomach and briefly, I wondered what she would do if I told her I was pregnant. If she would let me go or if she would make sure I suffered because of it. This time, for the first time, there was no light at the end of my tunnel. There was no Geno here to save me before things got too bad for me. Not this time. This time I sit with no possible positive outcome. The only options I have are; give in to my fate now or prolong it as much as possible.
Fumbling around, I turned on the lamp. They already knew I was awake no sense in sitting in the dark. I got a better look at my surroundings. The room was probably about the size of the walk-in closet at Carson’s. The walls were cement and looked like they had water issues at some point. The floor was some kind of concrete or…hell I don’t know. It was broken in pieces and looked to be dirt under it. A chunk of the floor clunks to the side as I kicked it with my foot. Staring at it for a moment, I picked it up and held it in my hand for a moment. Shifting it from hand to hand, it could be a decent weapon if need be. I think I’ll hang on to it. Walking around more, I noticed that there was a doorway in a far corner. It was almost unnoticeable from the other side of the room. Walking in, I felt the wall near the entrance and found the switch. Turning it on, I found what was probably a decent bathroom…fifty years ago. Every surface in the bathroom has some kind of rust or dust
or…filth all over it. There was no clean surface anywhere. Walking in further, careful not to touch anything, I looked inside the recess of the wall to find a dilapidated shower. There was no way this shower had been used anytime this decade.
Ick!
On the floor of the shower was a bucket full of cleaning products, rubber gloves, and various scrubbing instruments. Turning and looking at the bathroom again, who knew how long I’d be down here. I guess I should clean it. For what seemed like forever, I cleaned every nook and cranny of that bathroom. It was far from sparkling, but at least it was clean and I knew that the water and toilet worked. I set the bucket and supplies under the sink and walked out of the bathroom.
Suddenly it hit me. The floor, the walls, the ceiling or lack thereof as was the case here, I was in a basement or cellar. I moved to the bed and turned off the light. Reaching in, I pulled out my phone again. I should text him, but I just needed to hear his voice.
“Angel? Baby please, tell me you’re okay,” he pleaded.
“Carson, listen to me. I’m in a basement. You have to hurry. If you don’t find me soon…she’s giving me to this huge guy named Rocco in a couple of days. Please Carson…save me,” a sob escaped at the end.
“No, he won’t touch you. I promise I will find you. Do you remember anything that stands out as you were taken there?”
“She hit me over the head with something outside the gym with Tommy. Carson he didn’t even try to help me. He just stood there hanging his head saying he was sorry. He didn’t even try…”
He growled, then took a deep breath. “Can you hear anything? Anything that might narrow down a location?”
I pulled the phone away from my ear and listened intently for a minute or two. Focusing on any sound I heard, but I heard nothing aside from them moving around upstairs. Sighing, I put the phone back to my ear and was about to reply when the door opened again and I dropped the phone under the bed. He moved over toward me even in the dark I could see his smile.
Fucking prick!
It took everything out of me not to scream when the door opened. The closer he got, the further back on the bed I moved. There was only so far I could move before he had me cornered on the bed.
“Oh my pretty little whore. Soon you will be all mine to do with as I please. Soon…you will be mine,” he said as he bit my ear.
When he pulled back, I couldn’t hold myself back. Before I knew what I was doing, I spit in his face and head butted him hard in the nose. He howled and stumbled backwards.
“Stay the hell off me and don’t fucking touch me, you bastard!”
A loud piercing scream escaped me before his hand landed over my mouth.
Oh God!
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
~CARSON~
When I hung up with Colleen the first time, my heart died in my chest. All my head was doing was playing image after image of different scenarios that could be happening to her for the call to be disconnected. As I crumbled to the floor, all I saw was her face…her eyes…her. If anything were to happen to her, I couldn’t live with myself. My body was shaking and it wasn’t until the tears started to land on me that I realized I was even crying. Arms came around me, but even the warmth of Kayla’s hug couldn’t warm me. I was cold to the bone. This was a cold that would not be warmed by anyone other than Colleen being in my arms and safe.
After pulling myself together, I looked around the room. All my sisters and even my mother had tears falling down their faces and my brothers and father looked broken and saddened. It was in that moment that I realized, I wasn’t the only one who had fallen in love with Colleen, but my whole family did too. My heart sank further. I not only let Colleen down by not protecting her, but I let my family down too.
Just as I was about to start talking, my door flew open and in walked hell on wheels. I saw everyone in the room turn their head to the man walking…no storming into my house. He had fury in his eyes and part me of me thought it was at me.
“What do we know? Have you had contact with her yet? One thing I asked Carson! One damn thing and…” He starts shaking his head.
“Geno, I’m sorry, but sitting here yelling at me is not going to help us any. You aren’t the only one who is worried and you’re not the only one blaming me. I blame myself for this fucking happening. Do you know if any of the Garcia brothers are behind this? She only mentioned Wendi, but she was working with them when she was taken by them…” I swallow hard.
“No, I don’t think they are involved. According to my contacts, there hasn’t even been a search sent out for her or me for that matter. Honestly, that is more frightening than relieving because it means we can’t let our guard down. Why is this chick so hell bent on you? Is she an ex?”
“No, I have never met this girl in my life. She showed up for the first time at the bar when I met Colleen for the first time. It’s been mayhem ever since.”
Looking around into all the worrying faces, my heart sinks. What if we couldn’t save her? I’m not sure I can live without her, not after knowing what it feels likes to have her. Walking away from all the looks, I walk to my room, but I can’t walk in. I stare at a scene that should have involved happy tears and love making and instead it is a reminder of exactly what I am missing. It’s a reminder of what I will lose if I can’t find her soon enough. It has been almost twenty-four hours, since the last texted I received from her.
If this was for me, they wouldn’t leave her around long. They would want to get rid of the distraction as fast as possible, which meant I was running short on time. I walked down to my gym and again I couldn’t go in. There in front of me like a movie playing was our time in the gym together. She was so damn feisty and so damn determined. Guilt hit me then. I hadn’t trained her enough to fight on her own, but I left her alone to do just that and pregnant.
“Oh God!” My knees gave out and I fell to the floor again.
With my head in my hands memory after memory of her and I crashed into me, each one hitting me in the heart and making it impossible to breathe. My heart constricted and the pain was strong and caused me to hold my hand to my chest to try and relieve the pressure. I have never felt pain like this before, it was worse than any physical pain I have ever endured. I tried rubbing my chest, but the pain just would not ease.
“Carson, you can’t lose control now. She needs you to be strong and think clearly.” Jackson said next to me.
“My…chest…hurts…” I pushed out.
“Carson, look at me.”
I look up into the face of my sister Mary. She had a worried look on her face. Placing one of her hands on my cheek and the other on my chest, she leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“This is her calling you. Use it. Don’t let it knock you down. Let it pull you to her. Her heart is calling yours. Answer it and find her.”
Just as I was about to answer, my phone rang again. I bolted to the living room faster than I have ever run before. Once I saw her picture come up on the phone, I answered it in such I hurry I almost dropped the phone.
“Angel? Baby please, tell me you’re okay,” I pleaded.
Rage builds in me as I hear that she is going to be given to some guy. No other man is touching her. She is only for me…mine. My fist clenches at my side and my other hand grips the phone tighter. I wait to hear if she can hear anything specific, when the noise through the phone causes me to pull the phone away from my ear. I press the speaker button.
“Oh my pretty little whore. Soon you will be all mine to do with as I please. Soon…you will be mine,” a man says.
There is a short pause, then Colleen yells, “Stay the hell off me and don’t fucking touch me you bastard!”
I am frozen, staring at my phone. You hear her scream turn muffled. I knew in an instant her mouth was covered. It was a strained effort to not think about how her mouth was covered and focus on just what I was hearing.
There sounds to be springs squeaking and straining. My heart was sinking with every noise I
could hear. A loud smack came across the phone. It was so loud that you would have thought it came from inside the room I was standing in.
“I will teach you what happens when you fight me. Mmm, do you feel that? It’s all for you and soon you will be screaming for me and I can’t wait. Until then…”
You hear a muffled noise and a male groaning and my heart stopped in my chest. Then there is silence. The silence didn’t last long. Sobs slowly began to fill the silence. My heart was breaking.
“Colleen! Angel! Please talk to me,” I yelled into the phone.
It was pretty clear that she had dropped the phone and that was the noise I heard that hurt my ear. I continued to beg and plead with her to talk to me. Finally a small tear choked voice came on the line.
“Please Carson, hurry.”
Then the line went dead. I stare at my phone a minute before wrapping my hand around it and raising my arm back to throw it across the room.
“Curry don’t! That is your contact with her.” Mary’s words break through my pain.
“I need some air.”
With that I storm outside. I began pacing the length of my driveway. My head was working a million miles a minute. A basement? Shit, that could be so many different places; house, warehouse, business. Her screams and crying kept echoing in my head. It was a deafening and heartbreaking sound. A sound that I never wanted to hear again.
“Carson?”
I spun around so fast that my surroundings were a blur around me. If it were not for my gate being shut I think my body would have taken off on its own accord to start beating the shit out of them and demanding answers.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I came to find out if you’d like to go to supper.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I roared.
“No, why would I be kidding you?”
“If you think that I’m going anywhere near you after what you have done, you’re sorely mistaken.”
“Oh, but you will…”
“You think by abducting her that I’m going to fall at your feet and do as you ask? WRONG! I do not give two shits about what you want and why. You are going to give me details on where she is being held and you’re going to give them to me now, or so help me God…”
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