Page 77 of Nobody's Girl

“It’s my business premises,” Grant said, a little impatiently. “Nothing to be scared of.”

Sofia walked inside reluctantly, but to her relief, the corridor inside led to some offices and then out into a bar. Grant put her backpack down and went behind the bar. She saw him put a pot of coffee on to percolate.

“Now, I’m not a great cook, but I can make us some eggs, if you’d like.”

Sofia’s stomach gave a lurch. “No, thanks.”

“Suit yourself.”

He seemed like a stranger, his whole manner changed even from a day ago. She didn’t recognize this man. Her skin prickled with unease. “Can I use your phone, please?”

“Not yet.”

Oh god. She swallowed hard. “Grant…what is this place?”

“I told you, it’s my business. Come on, Sofia, you know what a club looks like. I know you’ve been to the ones in Paris…sorry, you’re probably confused because this one doesn’t have a glass cubicle.”

Her stomach dropped to her feet. “What?”

Grant grinned and moved closer to her. “You like being watched, don’t you? Being serviced by two men? Quite the departure from the little virgin who arrived in Paris a year ago, hey?”

He suddenly gripped her thigh painfully. “I hope you’ve saved some of that sweet cunt for me.”

Sofia jerked away from him and darted for the door. She didn’t make it. Grant dragged her back into the club, throwing her to the floor and straddling her. Oh sweet Jesus, he’s going to rape me. Sofia struggled with him but his strength vastly outweighed hers. Desperate, she bit the hand that was covering her mouth and Grant roared with pain. He rocked back then, as she saw the murderous fury in his eyes, he slammed his fist into her temple and everything went dark.

Grant picked up the unconscious woman easily and threw her over his shoulder. He walked down into the labyrinthian corridors beneath the club, then down yet another level, his excitement building. At last he would see his fantasy made real. He unlocked the killing room and took Sofia in, laying her on the bed. She was so small, so vulnerable that he couldn’t stop staring at her. He pushed up her shirt and tugged it over her head, before removing her jeans. Her body, all soft curves and dusky skin, was as sensational as he remembered from the club. He lay down beside her and stroked her face. Then was a thin stream of blood running from her left eyebrow where he had punched her and split the skin, otherwise she was perfect.

“Jesus, are you just going to spoon with her?”

Grant, irritated, looked up to see Tamara standing in the doorway, a mocking smile on her face. Trust the bitch to ruin this moment. No matter, he would have plenty of time with Sofia. “Your boyfriend Black was at the airport. I think he was looking for her.”

“Which means Zacca sent him. They know we have her.”

Grant gave Tamara a chilly smile. “It makes no difference. She’ll be dead long before they find their way down here.”

“You hope. Why don’t you just do it now? Stick a knife in her belly and let’s dump her.”

“All this planning, all this work and you just want to rush it? No way. I’m going to enjoy killing this beauty…after I’ve fucked her off course.”

Tamara made a disgusted sound. “What the fuck does she have that she makes men slather over her?”

Grant merely smiled. “Now that you’re here…let’s get things going. Help me strip her and put her in that gown.”

Tamara made a face. “What’s this?” She pulled the white gown away from the wall, studied it, then began to smile. “Fine. Let’s get her into it.”

The gown fit Sofia’s curves perfectly, the fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. The deep curve of the neck showed off her full breasts perfectly. The skirt skimming her ankles. It would have made for a perfect wedding dress- with the exception of the large circular cut-out over the abdomen, Sofia’s deep, round navel at the center of it. Tamara grinned.

“Target practice.”

Grant smiled. “Exactly. Now, let’s tie her to the St Andrew’s Cross. I think she’s coming around.”

Tamara squinted into the unconscious face of her step-sister. “You’re going to die today, bitch.” But Sofia remained unconscious, unhearing, her head slumped to her chest.

“Did you hit her too hard?”

Grant shook his head. “I know what I’m doing. Go change into something more…fun,” he said to Tamara. He began to strip, enjoying the admiring looks Tamara was giving his body. When he was naked, he slipped a cock ring onto the base of his penis and began to fist his cock, never taking his eyes from Sofia. “Go change, Tamara,” he said again, “I want some alone time with Sofia here.”