Irresistible Attraction (Merciless World Book 2)

by W Winters

  “If Marcus wants to kill us, I imagine he could do it with no men,” I tell the group who have gathered around us.

  “We’re walking underground with no concept of what’s there.”

  “Explosives would do it,” I say, completing the thought that lingers in the back of my mind.

  “You think he knows?” Carter asks.

  “I think we should assume he does,” Seth answers.

  “If he didn’t before we got here, he does now.” The realization hits me hard. “All of us can’t go in there. This was a mistake.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Carter snaps.

  “There are too many questions unanswered. If we all go in, he could see it as either us declaring war or an opportunity… We can’t give him the opportunity. He can know war is coming though.”

  “We go in together,” Carter insists as I grip my gun tighter, feeling my palm get hot with the need to do something.

  “Think about Aria.” I try to persuade him to go back home.

  “I am. I’m thinking about my family and about bringing them home. Open up the fucking door.”

  “Don’t leave her a widow,” I warn him. “Not for me.”

  “She knows what I’m doing. She knows the risk.” I can only nod, thinking that Bethany knows the same. Carter adds, “She told me not to come home without Bethany’s sister. She knows and she wants Jenny home too. Open it.” With the command and the four of us moving forward, the men gather behind us, all of us walking to the small door.

  With a gun trained on the lock, Sebastian fires and a flash of light and red sparks from the gun being shot leads to the groan of the heavy door being opened. Sebastian steps aside and only nods as we move forward. His eyes are focused straight ahead as he orders the men around us, keeping a lookout and moving forward to clear the way.

  “I’ll go in first,” I tell him, stepping in front and preparing myself for what we’ll find.

  The steel floors grate as I step forward, letting my eyes adjust and not daring to breathe. The musk of the water’s edge is heavier when the door opens. A steel rail keeps me from stepping forward and it’s then I notice the door leads to a spiral staircase down. It reminds me of the shed at The Red Room. The place men go to die but unlike them, we’re walking down there willingly. A cold prick flows down my skin like needles.

  “We don’t have a choice.” Carter pushes the words through clenched teeth before I can urge him to turn around.

  “This is my fight,” I tell him one last time.

  “We fight together.” The weight against me feels more significant than it ever has before. “Bastian,” I call before taking another step forward. “Don’t let a single man here die.”

  He tells me simply and then motioning with his chin for me to continue, “I wasn’t planning on it. In and out. No casualties.”

  With a nod and a look back at Carter and Seth, I take the stairs one at a time, noting how many there are and how far down it goes. Maybe two stories, if that. It’s got to be twenty feet down and the steady drip from leaking pipes is all that makes a noise down here.

  Four men stay at the top and just outside the door as lookouts. The rest join us, making it ten men in a tight space, eight of them waiting on the stairs for the door at the bottom to be opened.

  Bang!

  It takes a second shot to shatter the lock and I toss it to the floor before slowly pushing open the door. Seth’s behind me, his gun raised and ready. Steadying my breathing, focusing on my racing pulse, I take in every inch that I can see.

  There’s no sign of anyone. No sign of anything at all down here. Anxiousness makes me doubt myself. Maybe she’s not here at all. With that thought, unexpectedly the lights turn on, one after the next, quickly illuminating the place.

  The sound of guns cocking and raising fills the tight space, but no one fires. The lights are newer than everything else. They’re placed into sconces bracketed against the walls which are a mix of thin plaster and tightly packed dirt.

  “Electric,” Seth notes. “Someone was hired to install these,” he says and I can already see the wheels spinning.

  “Look for a paper trail when we get back,” I tell him, leading the way further into the unknown territory. “If Marcus hired someone, they may have seen him or someone who has.”

  “Already noted.”

  I have to stop before I get more than five feet in; there are so many rooms, so many branching paths. “It’s almost like a mine the way it’s built with a maze of halls.”

  “Where do we start?” Seth asks. His expression appears overwhelmed as he moves his gaze from one hall to the next. All open doors, and all could lead to armed men or worse.

  My brother comes up behind us, considering everything carefully. All the while I hear the tick of a clock in my head.

  “It could take hours.” The second the words slip out of my mouth, I hear a skittering in the dirt.

  A scraggly boy, thin but tall with lean muscle watches from the shadows to the left. The second I spot him, he takes off. My gun lifts first, instinctively ready, but he’s unarmed and I can hear his footsteps getting farther away.

  “Left,” I yell out and chase after him. He’s the build of the kid who left the note on Carter’s windshield. “He works for Marcus.” My lungs scream as I chase after the kid, rounding a hall and barely spotting him through another. Seth’s right at my heels and the men behind him spread out, watching each door. Careful and meticulous, not reckless like the man in front has to be.

  The need to find this kid, to stop him rages hard inside as I race through the underground, chasing after the sound of him running. He may know where she is. He’ll know what this place is at least.

  I can hear them all behind me as Seth and I take the hall carefully, checking doors as we go.

  My lungs squeeze and I struggle to breathe in the damp air as I lose the sound of him first. Then I lose sight of him with the sconces slowly flickering off and on.

  It’s my worst nightmare. Trapped in a small space with everything riding on this moment and yet I have no answers and it’s all slipping away.

  I don’t stop running, searching every corner with Seth and listening intently, only to run into a sign. A sign that stops both of us in our tracks. The sign the kid led us to.

  Four lines are written on a board blocking the hall. The boy is nowhere to be seen although the click of a door sounds in the far-off distance.

  Leave the boy.

  All those who made a deal with Walsh can enter.

  Everyone else leave now.

  Or the girl dies.

  “What happened?” Carter questions in a hushed demand as he comes up behind me. My heart’s racing, my palms are sweaty. He knew. Marcus knew and let us come.

  “You have to go,” I answer him as I take in a deep inhale, feeling my pulse pump harder. I can’t lift my eyes from the sign. “Or the girl dies.”

  She can’t die. Bethany needs her.

  “He knew we were coming,” I speak loud enough for all of them to hear as they make their way into the space. “Get them out,” I tell Sebastian. “Get everyone out!” I have to raise my voice so Sebastian can hear.

  “He wants us to know he knows and to admit it,” Seth speaks out loud, referring to the deal with Walsh.

  “Admit it in front of our men,” Carter adds, looking behind him at the men lined up and ready to fight beside us. Ready to die for us.

  “I couldn’t give two shits who knows.” My hiss of a mutter grabs his attention and I look him in the eyes and tell my brother, “I promised Bethany I’d bring her sister back.” The thumping in my chest rages. “Even if I have to go in alone.”

  “I’m here, Jase,” Seth speaks up, reminding me I’m not alone.

  Carter speaks before I can answer, “Then do it.” He doesn’t let go of me, he grips my arm and forces me to stand there a second longer. “Don’t get yourself killed.” He says it like it’s a demand, but it’s drenched with emot
ion.

  “And to think, I was expecting you to tell me you love me,” I joke back in a deadpan voice even though dread consumes me. It’s just to ease the tension and hurt that riddle every muscle inside of me at the thought of Jenny being dead already and Marcus being one step ahead as usual. Merely toying with us.

  “That too,” Carter adds.

  With a farewell grip on his shoulder, I look him in the eyes and tell him, “I’ll try not to be stupid.”

  “Go,” he tells me and shares a glance with Sebastian. With a nod of his head, Sebastian starts to lead the men back.

  “I’ll see you when it’s through,” I answer Carter as he walks off without looking back.

  “You should go too,” I tell Seth as the place empties. “Go with them.”

  “What are you talking about?” His voice is low with disbelief.

  “You stay back. In case it’s a setup.” I can feel chills flowing down my skin at the thought of Marcus being more prepared than we are. He’s the one who made the rules to this game. He knows it better than anyone. He sets himself up to win.

  “I’m the one who needs to go in. I’m the one who brought us all here.” A cold sweat breaks out across my shoulders and down my back before taking over my entire body as I stare down the barren hall. It feels like my death sentence. I’m a fool to think otherwise, but I have to go in. I can’t leave her here. I can’t and I won’t.

  “It says ‘all,’” Seth says as he looks me in the eyes, defying me and referring to the sign that blocks the path. “I’m not letting you go in there alone.” Disregarding my orders he takes a step forward, pushing the sign to the side, into the dimly lit hall and I yank him back, fisting the thin white cotton of his shirt.

  Time passes with both of us waiting for the other, knowing what we’re walking into and looking it in the eyes anyway.

  “Are you sure?” I ask him.

  “We’re in this together. I have to admit, I didn’t really care for Marcus before, but now I hate the fucker.” He offers me a hint of a smirk and a huff of humor leaves me. Patting his back, I grip my gun with both hands. He readies his and I nod.

  “We get her and we get out.”

  “Got it,” he says then nods and we go in together.

  The thumping in my chest gets harder listening to Seth’s pace picking up to match mine as we move down the dark hall, the smell of soil and rust filling my lungs as we move.

  “You have a strong family,” Seth comments with something that sounds like longing.

  “We’re close,” I answer him and he glances at me, but doesn’t say another word.

  “Let’s not die today. I’d like to go back to them.”

  Bethany

  I can’t get this feeling out of the pit of my stomach.

  Sitting and waiting. Sitting and waiting. I don’t like sitting and fucking waiting around.

  Everyone you love will die before you. My mother’s voice has kept me company for more hours than I can count. Warning me. I let myself fall and it feels like I’ve been delivered a death sentence. Why did I let myself fall? Why did he have to keep me from running?

  The thump of the book falling from my hand down to the floor scares the shit out of me. My nerves are messier than ever; they’re worse than a necklace tangled at the bottom of a luggage case on a bumpy road trip.

  I force myself to read The Coverless Book. I read every page in it. I read about Emmy feeling better and the two of them getting married in secret. I read about them falling in love and sharing their first time together.

  Then a new sentence started as he watched her lie down, but I don’t know how it ends. I stared at the last page for the longest time, not understanding. It’s half a sentence, mid-thought from Jacob about how he’d do anything for her. Someone cut the pages out. Lots of them. It looks like there’s at least twenty missing that I can spot. So much for reading to distract me.

  I know there’s more to the story. It can’t be cut short like that. The moment the thought hits me, I’m drenched in the nightmare of my sister crying on the floor. Telling me she just wanted them to have a happy ending.

  “Jenny,” I breathe her name, staring at the clock and wanting Jase to come back with her.

  I can’t sit here and do nothing.

  With nothing to distract me, my mind goes to the worst of places. Pacing and staring into the fire as the smell of leather envelops me.

  Dropping my hands to my knees, I feel the flames as my hair hits my face. It’s the waiting that kills me. I can’t sleep without seeing my mother remind me that everyone I love will die before me. I can’t think without wondering if Jase has found Jenny and all the things she may have had to endure. I don’t know who she’ll be when he finds her. If he finds her.

  This isn’t a way to live, waiting and in fear.

  Are you there? I text Laura and wait. I’m exhausted from barely sleeping, but there’s no way I can sleep now.

  I’m scared, I message her again, needing to tell someone. She doesn’t text me back though. She could be working; she could be sleeping. I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.

  “Fuck this,” I say then toss the book down on the table and make my way out of the room. The hall seems longer than it has before as I head for the grand staircase and the hidden door beneath it.

  My pulse pounds in my temples as I place my hand on the scanner to open it. It takes a long moment. “Please open,” I whisper as the jitters flow through me.

  It does, the large door slides aside seamlessly, presenting me with a dark kitchen until I turn the lights on.

  It’s empty and quiet. The whole world is sleeping while mine crumbles around me. A sudden chill overwhelms me and a split second later the click of the heater makes me jump.

  “Carter,” I call out as I walk deeper into the kitchen. My feet pad on the floor and that’s the only sound other than my racing heart. Something’s wrong. I can feel it in my bones.

  Wrapping my arms around myself I make my way to the other hall that the kitchen leads to. It’s quiet and dark.

  “Anyone,” I call out and my voice strays from me, receiving no answer. “I don’t want to be alone right now.” It’s a hard feeling to accept, when you open yourself up to love and then feel fate toying with taking them from you. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

  “Bethany?” a voice calls out just as I turn on my heel to walk away.

  “Daniel?” I question, fairly sure it’s him and not Jase’s other brother. Someone’s here at least. “Were you sleeping? I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you up.” The sentences tumble from my mouth as he makes his way into the kitchen, also in bare feet and gray pajama bottoms with a white t-shirt tight over his chest. He has to pull it the rest of the way down as he stops at the counter.

  “No, you’re fine, I was just lying down with Addison but not sleeping.” There are bags under his eyes, so I know he’s tired. “You okay?”

  “Are you?” I ask him, feeling the anxiousness grip my throat.

  His expression softens to a knowing look. “It’s hard. Moments like this can be difficult,” he admits and just to hear someone else say what I feel is a slight relief.

  “I don’t know how to be okay right now.” Gripping the tips of my fingers to have something to hold, I watch as he pulls out a wine glass and then heads to the cellar.

  “Do you like white or red?” he asks and I swallow a small laugh at the implication that the answer is to drink. “Red.”

  It’s quiet as he opens the bottle, the dim light from outside glinting off the torn metal wrapper.

  “I don’t know what I can do to help.” I emphasize the last word as he gently pushes the glass toward me and then pours one for himself.

  He doesn’t answer me; instead he takes a drink and so I do the same, sipping on the decadent wine and feeling guilty that I can.

  “I just have a bad feeling,” I finally confess. “It won’t leave me alone and I’m afraid.”

  Daniel
’s still quiet, but he nods in understanding. I start to wonder if he’ll speak at all until he says, “Let him do what he knows how to do, what he’s good at.”

  “That doesn’t--”

  “Yes it does. You want to be involved,” he says then looks me in the eyes and that’s when I see the remorse in his. “You want to be there in case something happens.” His voice drops as he tells me, “I know that feeling.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I get to be here with Addison. Don’t be sorry for me. There’s nothing in this situation to be guilty or sorry or resentful over.” He leans forward on the bar before looking over his shoulder down the empty hall. “We do what we’re needed to do,” he says with resolve.

  “I don’t know what I’m needed to do,” I admit to him, feeling the weight lift, knowing that’s the core of my problem in so many ways.

  “When he brings your sister back, you take care of her. You’re good at that, aren’t you?”

  The thought of Jenny being here soon forces me to brace myself on the counter.

  “I heard that’s what you do,” Daniel prods, waiting for me to look back at him and I nod.

  “Take care of her when she comes back, because that’s something no one else can do. Let Jase do what he does and you do what you do.”

  “Even if I’m scared?” I question him in a whisper.

  “Can I tell you a secret?” he asks and again I nod.

  “We all are. Anyone who tells you they’re not is lying. We live in a world where there’s plenty to be afraid of. It’s okay to be scared sometimes, but have hope. Have faith. Jase knows what he’s doing.”

  Jase

  With single bulbs swinging slightly and creaking as they do from the high ceilings, the hall is dim. The rocking of the water can be felt in the aged corridors.

  “How old is this place?” Seth murmurs his question as he gently kicks the first steel door open. Without a light in the small ten-by-ten room, it’s hard to look in every corner. The rustling of Seth’s shirt as he pulls out a small flashlight and clicks it on gets my attention. The heat of worry, of restlessness, is dulled by my conditioned response to chaos, stay calm. Always calm and alert. Or else death is sure to come for you.