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It happened so quickly, the one guy drew a gun, Quarter’s kicked it from his hand and punched the guy. The other one grabbed her and she struck him in the nose.
“The stairs Annabella. Run and get to Lucca.” He yelled at her.
She didn’t want to leave him and then as she pushed open the door she heard the gun shots, one, two, three. She ran down the stairs, and nearly fell as she made the first flight and turned. There were three other men. She screamed and started to run back up when she was tackled against the stairs, her head hit the concrete step and the pain burst through her head. Something went over her mouth as her hands were pulled behind her back and her wrists tied.
“We need to move.” One of them yelled.
She was kicking and trying to scream but with the cloth over her mouth and between her teeth she felt like she was choking and couldn’t catch her breath. Her breathing was so rapid and hard, she was so scared as they got out the side door, more gunfire but then she was tossed into an SUV and they sped off.
“We have her. Yes sir, right away.” She heard the Russian accents, and knew this had to do with Ivan. His fear of her being used against him, to bring him down, his weakness filled her mind. She was scared and shaking, and she hoped that Quarter’s was okay and alive, and Ivan too. Did they hurt Ivan or the others?
She tried to move and one of them punched her in the thigh hard. She grunted.
“Lay still. We can bring you to the boss in one piece or not. He doesn’t care.”
The SUV was moving at a regular speed, and to her it meant that no one was following them. None of the security guys at Gable’s knew what was happening, or they couldn’t get to vehicles fast enough to follow. This meant she was on her own. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her wrists burned from the bindings, and she was trying to calm down so she wouldn’t choke with this rag in her mouth.
“Five minutes. He said pull into the underground garage.” One of them said from the front seat.
The minutes passed when the cab of the SUV got darker as they entered the garage. The vehicle stopped. Her heart pounded against her chest. The door opened. More men, and they started giving orders in Russian. She was yanked out of the vehicle so hard she banged against the step rail and then
fell to her knees. She grunted. They pulled her up and brought her to another vehicle and forced her into it. There were four men on either side of the back, two in the front.
“Let’s go.” One older man ordered.
She was pulled onto the floor between their legs. Her chest tightened, her spine ached, and in this position her breasts were more exposed, and the slit in her dress was ripped. He stared down at her. Her gut clenched and by the way he stared at her body, her face, she knew she was in trouble.
He smirked and then licked his lips.
“A little change of plans.” He said as the vehicle pulled back onto the main road and headed through the city. He leaned forward, reached out and stroked along her thigh. She tightened up and tried pulling her leg back but he squeezed it.
“I was hoping to have more free time alone with you, but things sort of changed along the way, Miss. Asiago.” She grunted at him and he reached back, undid the gag. She couched and then swallowed against her very dry mouth.
“Who are you?”
“The answer to that will come soon enough, or maybe not at all. All depends on whether I decide to kill you, or keep you around for a little bit. You are definitely a bit of a surprise.” He said and trailed that finger up her thigh, over her hip and her breast. She tried rolling away but it didn’t work. He leaned back and just kept looking at her and it scared her even more. There was something wrong with this man. An evilness in his eyes, his demeanor, and his voice.
Please don’t let him rape and kill me. Please Ivan, please help me.
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“No! Fuck no!” Ivan raged and started to throw things in the room. The chair, the items on the stand, the table and then he went towards Ched, lifted him up by his throat along with the chair he sat in and then slammed him back down. He struck him in the face, the gut.
“Where is she? Who took Annabella?” He demanded to know. Ivan hit him again.
“I don’t know.” Ched said, and then kept repeating that he didn’t know. Ivan released him, hard and Ched fell backwards in the chair and onto the floor. He was sweating, as he looked at Dante and the headed out of the room.
“What the fuck happened? Where the fuck was her security?” he demanded to know.
“She was upstairs. She and Quarters were able to stop the two men who somehow got up into the elevator.” Dante explained.
“What do you mean stop them?”
“She fought them off with Quarters, and then the guy with the gun shot at them. Quarters yelled for her to take the stairs to get help. He was shot twice and is touch and go, and on his way to Victor’s.”
“What happened next?”
“Men were in the stairwell. When they got downstairs to the exit, one of our men was there, he couldn’t stop them and shots were fired. Our guy took a hit. The pictures Lucca got of the men and the SUV show four of them. We have our people trying to find the SUV and the license plate.”
