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The bartender brings us new drinks and Martin keeps the conversation flowing. His questions would be unnerving if I didn’t already know what kind of sick scumbag he is. He asks about my family and I tell him honestly that I have no one. He says the right things, picks up on the right cues and really plays into the sympathy card. He is good, I’ll give him that. I can understand why girls are charmed by him.
The clock behind the bar catches my attention and becomes my main focus. Twenty minutes have flown by and there still isn’t any word from the guys that they are done.
“Excuse me for a moment, I just need to use the bathroom.”
I slip from my chair and find my way to the toilets. “Any news on how much longer this is going to take?”
“No word yet. You’re doing great but the asshole just slipped something into your drink. You can still drink it without any of the effects since your body won’t absorb it. But you assholes, I know you can hear me, hurry the fuck up. He'll be expecting Lola to start feeling weird.”
“Almost done,” Chester growls.
I make my way back to the bar and take a seat; Martin slides my glass towards me and I take a sip.
“I’m glad that I met you Martin,” I say before downing the rest of my drink.
“The pleasure has been all mine. I own a yacht, maybe you would like to see it sometime.”
“I don’t know. Wouldn’t your girlfriend get jealous?” I slur my words slightly, giving him the impression that his drug is starting to take effect.
“No girlfriend.”
“Well lucky me,” I giggle.
“We're done and heading downstairs. Jolie, excuse yourself and start heading outside.”
“I have to go, but if you give me your card I'll call you.” I mock-pout, really selling the illusion that I’m interested in him.
Martin slides out a business card and hands it to me. I slip from my chair and stumble on my damn heels. I straighten out my dress and head out of the bar. The lobby of the building is silent and empty, not a person to be found anywhere. A hand wraps around my mouth from behind and I’m pulled against a chest.
“And we meet again,” Martin sneers into my ear. The pungent smell of whiskey on his breath burns my nose. I stumble as he pulls me along with him and into the elevator.
“What are you doing?” I mumble through his hand. “Let me go.”
“What fun would that be? I need to break in my new toy. Girls like you from broken homes make the best workers. Men like me are willing to pay top dollar for you.”
I close my eyes and sag into his arms. He thinks I’m drugged and there is no way I can fight him off in the lift. I need to buy myself time to kick his ass or at least try.
The doors open and I’m dragged slowly out. I keep myself limp until I hear him swipe a card and the click of the door. I throw my head back and a resounding crack rewards me as it smashes against his nose. His arms uncoil from my body to grab his face and I fall to the floor.
“You fucking bitch!”
I scramble backwards as quickly as I can until my back hits a wall. I brace myself to fight back as he stalks towards me. He looks even more menacing than he did downstairs with blood gushing from his nose. The emergency exit door starts to open behind Martin. I see Creed slip through and then Chester who holds his finger against his lips.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I beg, holding my hands up in a pleading manner. Martin smiles and grabs his cock making me want to puke.
“Oh, I’m going to hurt you little girl.”
He grabs my hair and lifts me to my feet. I hold in a whimper as the action rips a few chunks of hair from my head. Once I’m upright my body starts to involuntarily shake; I haven’t been in a position like this for a while.
Creed sneaks up behind Martin and throws his arm around his neck, holding him in a headlock. Chester stalks around the three of us and stands in front of me. Creed tightens his arm, causing Martin to let go of my hair as he reaches up to claw at his arm to get him off.
I rush forward, throwing myself into Chester’s body. He wraps his arms around me as I bury my face into his chest breathing in his comforting bourbon scent.
“Who the fuck are you?” Martin seethes, Creed giving him enough air to speak.
“Your worst fucking nightmare. You think you can drug my girl and live to see another day?” Chester snaps, moving me behind him protectively and throwing a punch into Martin's stomach.
Creed starts to drag Martin towards the open door and I watch in awe.
