Enjoying Trouble (Trouble #3)

by Dee Bridle

  “You don’t have the balls,” said Tilly.

  “Shut up, Tilly,” said Zac, slowly making his way over to Ava. “Ava, just put the gun down.”

  “No,” said Ava hoarsely. “I want to shoot her pretty little head right off her shoulders. How dare you mess with us?!”

  I took in the situation as best as I could, wondering what the hell I could do. Ava had turned bad ass and was about to shoot someone and I was right there with her. I’d do it myself if it meant getting information on Janey.

  “Ava, stop,” said Zac getting closer.

  “Leave her,” I said to him. “Tilly needs to talk; otherwise I’ll shoot her myself.”

  Zac glared at me.

  “Like I already said, I don’t know anything,” said Tilly.

  “Bullshit,” said Ivy coming back into the room with one of my knives from the kitchen. “She knows more than she’s letting on and I say we start torturing her until she spills.”

  “Ivy,” said Noah, his eyes bugging out of his head.

  “I agree,” I said with a warning glare to Noah. If the girls were being badasses and it got us information then so be it. I only hoped the safety of the gun was on.

  “Start talking!” shouted Ava. “Where has Oliver taken her?”

  “I don’t know; I wasn’t part of that plan,” said Tilly looking to Zac. “I was to befriend her and then I could get closer to Zac. That’s all I know.”

  “What plan?” I asked.

  “He never really told me. I was to be her friend and get her closer to him. It was the same for Sebastian.”

  “Where is she now?” asked Ava, pushing the gun harder against her head.

  “I don’t know!” shouted Tilly. “He had other plans that he didn’t tell me about! She was at the club a few hours ago and they moved on from there.”

  “What club?” I asked.

  “Yours,” she said staring at me. “The underground part.”

  “Fuck,” I breathed.

  “Where did they go?” asked Zac.

  “I told you; I don’t know,” she said.

  “I call bullshit,” said Ivy coming over to her with the knife.

  “That’s it I swear,” said Tilly.

  “Where did you meet him? Other than Sebastian’s place, where did he stay?” asked Noah.

  “He has a few places: one by the beach, one in the city near here, one in the country,” she said.

  “Give me the addresses,” said Zac while opening his laptop.

  “I don’t know them.”

  “Say them!” shouted Ivy putting the knife to her face.

  “Stop!” shouted Tilly as the knife pushed against her cheek.

  “Say them!” shouted Ivy.

  She rattled off the addresses and my eyes narrowed at her. Familiar addresses were processed in my head and then I was suddenly in front of her. I swiped the gun from Ava’s hands and clicked the safety off as I shoved it against Tilly’s forehead myself.

  She screamed.

  “You’re lying,” I growled.

  “I’m not,” she said starting to cry.

  “They are not his addresses!”

  “They are, I swear.”

  “They’re owned by Will’s family,” said Zac suddenly, seeing the data in front of him.

  “What the fuck?” said Noah.

  “Start talking,” I demanded. “I will fucking shoot you, Tilly. I don’t give a fuck. If Janey is dead, I’m fucking dead too. I have nothing to lose anymore.”

  “They are his places. Your mother knows him somehow,” she shot out.

  The information hit me right between the eyes and I wondered if I had entered a twilight zone somehow. “Keep talking.”

  “I think his mother was a friend to your mother, or something like that,” she said, grimacing from the gun being pointed hard against her head. “She died and your mother has been…looking after him with money ever since.”

  I couldn’t comprehend the idea that in some sick, twisted way my mother was involved yet again. She had been close to the one guy on this Earth that I wanted to torture with my bare hands. After all of these years, after all the pain and torment that Janey had gone through from that one fateful night, he had been around within our circle the whole time. Zac hadn’t been able to trace him for years, his identity had clearly been wiped from our view and I now knew why. My mother. She had been controlling some form of our lives since day one.

  “I just got a photo,” said Zac.

  I swung my head around to see his face pale as he studied it.

  I didn’t move, for fear of the worst.

  I kept the gun at Tilly’s head and took a breath.

  “Send it to me,” I growled.

  My phone beeped and I used my other hand to open the photo. Janey was tied up at her wrists and ankles, inside a limo. My heart broke. It literally crumpled before my arm went limp and the gun was moved from Tilly’s head. Tilly leapt up and ran over to the lift before Ivy tackled her to the ground, stopping her from escaping.

  I walked away from them all, over to the balcony, looking at my girl in the worst possible way; my eyes narrowed on her face and the look in her eye. She looked defiant. That’s my girl. He hadn’t broken her yet.

  “I can get info on the limos your family use. Maybe track him down that way,” said Zac. “I’ll also check his city apartment; see the records of his key and when the last time he went in. Same for the beach apartment, they’re all private with doormen and security systems,” said Zac, as his fingers flew across the keyboard. I didn’t answer him as I kept looking at the photo. I noticed the lingerie she was wearing and then paused.

  “What is he planning to do to her?” asked Ava.

  Tilly shook her head and said, “I seriously don’t know. It was like he was obsessed with her. I just thought – ”

  “Which room did he have her in?” I interrupted angrily.

  Tilly took a breath.

  “Which room?” I asked again.

  “The viewing glass one.”

  I felt my heart pump once before everything came to a halt. “How many men?” I asked, my eyes zeroed in on Tilly.

  She shrugged and then quietly said, “Ten or so.”

  I closed my eyes for a moment and then looked back at the photo. He was using the club to bid for her. The highest bidders got to enjoy their prize in whichever way they liked. I pressed my mother’s name on my phone and waited for her to answer. It went to voicemail.

  “Track my mother’s phone,” I demanded, heading over to Zac.

  “I’m sorry but I only went along with it because I wanted to get closer to Zac,” said Tilly.

  “Please let me fucking shoot her!” exclaimed Ava.

  “You don’t have what I had with him!” shouted Tilly trying to shrug out of Ivy’s hold.

  “Tilly, you need to shut the fuck up about this shit with me or I will shoot you myself,” said Zac, not taking his eyes off from the screen. “You fuck with my sister, you fuck with me.”

  “Consider yourself fucked,” said Ava with a smirk.

  Zac told me an address nearby which was a restaurant where she had business meetings. I clicked the safety back on the gun and passed it wordlessly to Noah. I then left them all without another word, heading down in the lift.

  I stormed down the busy city street, on a mission. I would get answers from her and get Janey back, before it was too late. I weaved my way around the office workers that were leaving their jobs for the day, trying not to bowl anyone over in my haste. A few of them were knocked out of the way by my shoulder, but I didn’t stop to apologise. I needed to see my mother immediately.

  I made it to the restaurant and swung the door open wide as I went inside. I scanned the room and then headed over to her, ignoring the waitress telling me that I needed a booking. My mother looked up at me in mid-conversation and then paused in shock. I shoved a few plates off the edge of the table and they crashed to the floor. There were shouts and a commotion, but my
eyes didn’t move from hers. I leaned over the table and down into her face.

  “Tell me where Oliver has taken Janey. Right now,” I growled.

  A man in a suit tried to push me away from her but I shrugged him off, my eyes still locked on hers.

  “Will,” she said.

  “No,” I warned her. “Tell me right now.”

  Two guys suddenly landed on me, with one getting me into a choke hold. Like a wild animal, I shoved them both off with a growl, smashing a table with one of them. I didn’t care about damage, trouble or consequences; I only cared about saving Janey.

  “Stop this immediately!” she ordered.

  “Tell me,” I shouted at her, grabbing her table and flipping it over. Cutlery and plates of food smashed to the floor. Other patrons around the room started to make a run for the door. She still sat there, composed like she always was, her heavy breathing the only sign she was being affected. I heard a siren in the distance.

  “I don’t know,” she said standing up. “Let’s go and find out,” she said, grabbing her purse from the floor. Perfectly poised like her son hadn’t just come in and trashed the place, she turned and headed towards the back of the restaurant. “I will pay for the damage,” she said to the owner as she passed him. Her phone was to her ear as she walked, advising her driver to be at the back of the restaurant. I followed her out, just as the limo pulled up.

  “Get in,” she said to me as the driver came around and opened the car door for us.

  “Tell me where she is first,” I demanded.

  “Just get in Will,” she said.

  “No, not until you tell me what I need to know,” I shouted, getting into her face.

  Her driver sensed trouble and went into defensive mode by coming in between us and pushing me back. I took a swing at him, connecting with his nose as he staggered back for a moment. He soon righted himself again and went to punch me. I dodged him and then shoved him against the car, grabbing his gun from his holster under his suit jacket. I directed it at him and looked to my mother.

  “Tell me where the fuck Oliver has taken Janey,” I growled.

  “I don’t actually know yet but I will find out. Please just get in the car, Will. The police will be out here any moment and we need to leave.”

  “You will tell me everything you know,” I said, motioning for her to get in. She nodded and got into the limousine. I went to the car door and looked over at the driver, still holding his gun.

  “I thought you guys were highly trained martial art experts,” I stated sarcastically.

  “With all due respect sir, I was going easy; you’re a family member who we can’t hurt,” said the driver, wiping at his nose. “You would have been unarmed and probably dead by now if that wasn’t the case.”

  Anger made me start towards him again before my mother yelled at me, losing her usual cool.

  “Get in the car now, Will!”

  Janey

  “Welcome home,” said Oliver with a smile as his door was opened and he climbed out of the limo. I looked out at a lavish country house, which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

  “Let’s go,” said Sebastian, pulling me towards him.

  I tried to hit him as he touched me. “Get away from me,” I growled.

  He grabbed my arms angrily and said, “I need to take you inside, so either work with me or don’t. I don’t care. I’m dragging you in there regardless.”

  “I hate you,” I spat.

  “Good, join the club.”

  He dragged me out and then put me over his shoulder. I tried to shove my knees into his chest but he grabbed my thigh before I could, one step ahead of me. “Don’t even think about it,” he said as he walked me into the house.

  I tried to lift my head up and take it all in, looking for ways to escape. The main doors opened to a large foyer that had a staircase in the middle, while more doors led to large rooms either side. One looked to be a sitting room with a large roaring fire in the fireplace.

  “Take her to her room,” said Oliver from somewhere behind me.

  Sebastian kept walking until Oliver called out to him. He stopped to look at him.

  “Make sure you do not touch her. She’s mine.”

  I felt him silently sigh to himself before saying, “Yep.” He then kept walking down a hallway full of doors until stopping at the last one. He opened it and then I was being pulled down from his shoulder. He threw me on a bed and I went to kick him again. He caught my feet and gave me a warning glare.

  “Fucking chill out,” he said, pulling out a small knife and cutting the tape around my ankles. He leaned over me and then cut the tape from my wrists. “You should be kicking at him, not me.”

  “You lied to me,” I said rubbing at my sore wrists. “Pretended to be my friend.”

  “And he’s kidnapped you,” he said. “So if you were going to compare, he’s the worst.”

  “How do you even know him?” I asked in distaste. “He’s the devil in disguise.”

  “School.”

  “And you freely hang with him even now? You’re obviously as sick as him.”

  He shrugged and said, “Maybe I am. So there are clothes and shit in the closet, he wants you dressed nice for later tonight.”

  “He can get fucked. Whatever he has in store for me tonight will not be happening,” I stated in defiance, trying my hardest to not let the fear in.

  “Just be prepared.”

  “Why the fuck are you even doing this?”

  He ran his hand through his hair in frustration and then said, “I’m just doing shit that needs to be done.”

  “So kidnapping girls is your thing is it? Just a job that needs to be done? What’s in it for you?”

  “Just get dressed, Janey.”

  “No fucking chance,” I said determinedly.

  “You won’t be able to fight him on this. He has planned everything for this moment. You have been his obsession for years. You need to do what he says.”

  I took a moment to look around the bedroom and then back at him. “The night of the party, you tried to stop me from going with him. I don’t remember much at all, except for you being adamant to leave by myself in a cab.”

  “It doesn’t matter what I did. You’re here now, in his trap and you’ll get hurt if you don’t do what he says.”

  I lost my strength for a moment and let the tears fill my eyes.

  “He’s going to hurt me anyway isn’t he?” I whispered.

  He visibly swallowed instead of answering me directly.

  I closed my eyes for a moment to gather my strength again. “They will come for him and you. Even if I’m dead. They will hunt you both down and end you,” I said next.

  “Who?”

  “My family.”

  He shrugged and said, “They won’t find you here; he’s had some expert on a retainer for years, keeping him away from your brother’s eyes. This whole thing has been well planned out, Janey. As I said, he’s been obsessed with you for a very long time.”

  “But he’s already done so much damage. He can’t possibly want to do more,” I said with desperation.

  “I have to go,” he said moving to the door.

  “Wait! What’s in this for you?” I asked.

  “I don’t really know anymore,” he said quietly, before opening the door.

  “But you don’t want to hurt me. I can see it in your eyes,” I said, grasping at anything I could before he left me alone.

  He paused in the doorway, his shoulders rigid.

  “Sebastian,” I pleaded quietly, standing from the bed.

  “Don’t come any closer,” he said quietly. “There are eyes everywhere.”

  I looked around the room for cameras and then back at him. “Help me, Sebastian,” I pleaded with a whisper.

  “Get ready,” he whispered angrily before stepping out and closing the door shut. I heard the click of the lock and then silence.

  I looked around the room and then went straight to th
e window. I tried to open it, only to see it was locked. I could see a small light across the window frame and knew it had been triggered with an alarm. I looked out to the trees around the house, noting that we were surrounded by forest. I was in the middle of nowhere and my only chance was to escape through this window. I wondered how long it would take for me to trip the alarm and run into the forest before I could lose him. Was there anyone else in this house? Oliver, Sebastian and the limo driver were the only three I had seen so far. He had to have a housekeeper somewhere as the fire was already burning when we arrived.

  I went to the closet and opened it to see it full of clothes, mainly dresses. I looked through them, seeing they were all my size. Shoes were beneath them, lined up, all designer. I felt sick. I searched for something that wasn’t revealing, knowing I had to cover up myself any way I could. I found a short summer dress that wasn’t as formal as the others and slipped it on. I looked through the shoe collection realising there was nothing but heels. I couldn’t run for my life in heels, especially in a forest.

  The lock of the door clicked again and then it opened. I hoped to see Sebastian again, but Oliver stood there instead, his tie askew and his suit jacket gone. I braced myself, stepping back as he stepped in.

  “That dress won’t do,” he said looking me over with an assessing eye.

  “I don’t care,” I said defiantly.

  He stared at me in silence, his eyes burning into me. He made no move towards me but I knew he could strike out if he wanted to. “But you will care, Janey. You will care a lot for what I have planned for you.”

  “Why are you doing this? You already destroyed me once, why again?”

  “Because destroying you this time will be even sweeter.”

  I ground my teeth together, trying to curb the scream within me. I wanted to lash out and hit him. I heard his phone beep and he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the screen.

  “I’ll kill myself before I let you touch me again,” I growled at him.

  He only laughed, taking his time to look away from the screen and back at me.

  “You’re a broken bird that can no longer fly. I’m going to finish breaking your wings and then take every feather from you until you no longer even resemble a bird.”