Chapter 34
Myssa
Istep up to the bar and take a seat. Twenty minutes later, one Vix Montgomery, her hair down and messed up, and her clothes slightly wrinkled, walks out of the entrance.
I watch her as she puts her hair up in a ponytail, looking around to see if anyone is watching. Her steps falter when her eyes land on mine.
I take a sip of my drink, keeping eye contact while she makes her way around behind the bar. Pursing my lips hard to keep from smiling, I watch as she clocks in and walks towards me.
“Well,” I say, looking her up and down. “Don’t we look freshly fucked.” I use her words from earlier against her. She can’t stop the grin on her face, but then her eyes grow wide as the realization that I know hits her. She immediately puts her hand over my mouth and glares at me. “I don’t know how you know, but not another fucking word,”
“All I’m going to say is, it’s about time for both of us, but we’re talking later, for sure,” I say as she pours a drink for herself, and we clink them together.
“Amen to that,” she says. We both take a swig and start laughing.
As more patrons start to come in, I realize it’s been an hour since I last saw Zayne. I really can’t get upset because work hours are work hours. I know how important the club is to him. In the meantime, I people-watch, and Vix comes to chat while I wait.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zayne coming out of his office and moving swiftly through the crowd, bypassing the elevator for the stairs. Vix looks at me, holding her earpiece closer, as if she's trying to hear what's going on.
She walks over to me and leans over. “There is a fight in front of the club,” she says.
I tense up and suddenly remember what Lily said.
Is this it?
I start to get up, but Vix grabs my hand.
“It’s just a fight. It’s not about Jasper. He’s not here, remember?” she says.
That eases my mind a little, but I know what fights are like in Chicago. As if she can read my body language, Vix continues.
“Myssa, don’t go out there. It will only make it worse.The guys will handle it. That's their job,” she reassures me.
Reluctantly, I nod and sit back down, checking the elevator every few minutes.
Fifteen minutes later, I have finished my drink, and Zayne hasn’t returned, I peek over to see Vix busy with a couple, who are asking about drinks. I get up and walk to the elevator before taking it to the first floor.
I get a few steps past the dimly lit “employees only” hallway when a large hand wraps around my mouth. My eyes bulge wide as I start to panic, and my breaths become shallow. My body trembling, I desperately try to grab onto the wall, but its smooth texture has nothing to grasp for purchase. I go to kick my attacker, but I feel his arm wrap around me, and my feet just drag. Tears well in my eyes. I can’t help but wish I listened toVix. I lose my breath and see stars as I’m slammed up against the wall. I gasp for air, but it’s quickly taken away again as the arm around my wrist moves and situates itself around my neck.
Dark, cold eyes stare blankly back at me, as a man I’ve never seen before pins me to the wall. I feel helpless.How is this happening?
The man scowls at me, and his rotting teeth the stench of his rotting teach permeates the air. As he starts to speak, it’s as if two people are talking at once like an echo.
“You can’t hide from me now, Little Soul.”
My eyes widen even further. Only one person calls me that.
I scream, but he pushes his hand harder against my mouth.
Realizing Knox and Zayne might come by any minute, I attempt again to push, kick, anything. But I can feel myself losing this battle. His grasp on my neck tightens, and I continue to claw at his hands desperately, getting lightheaded. I close my eyes and try to scream for anyone to help, but it’s no use. Tears rush down my face as the finality sets in. This is it. The end of me.
But the anger builds inside of me. No, I refuse to think that way. This isnothow I go out. I mentally scream again for Zayne. My tears fall faster. Regrets come rushing to the forefront of my mind.
I never saved my sister. I got wrapped up with living. I forgot what this was all for. I fight between the guilt and the love I’ve just found with Zayne. A love I never thought possible. A love I’ve wanted so desperately, and now I’ve had it, I never want to let it go.I never got to tell him. I never got to tell him how much I loved him. Why is this happening? I finally found my soulmate, and he’s going to be taken away? As my heart beats quickens, the blackness starts to take hold. I close my eyes, not wanting this man to be the last image I see. Just then, the grip on my neck releases, and the harsh, bitter air forces me to gasp and cough,gulping air back into my lungs. I drop to my knees, holding my chest.
I wipe at my eyes and look up, still coughing, to see that Zayne has the man by his throat. The man just snickers, and the fire in Zayne’s eyes shows no mercy as he punches him, slamming his head into the wall.The eerie echoes of the man’s laugh continues as if every hit Zayne strikes doesn’t affect him.
The shock of realization hits me. The man’s hollowed dark eyes remind me of those I’ve seen on TV, but this isn’t fiction. This is our reality.
