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I take a seat. Anton’s got so many shady businesses, I’m not surprised she wasn’t willing to explain. And like so many of his other places, this one screams wealth and exclusivity. Which brings me back to the same question—what in the hell does he want with me? Places like this come with women. His lifestyle comes with women. It makes no sense unless it’s purely to piss off Hulk. With Anton being in such a high position, would he be so childish? I guess he’s known for his games, since it’s how Tag met Lucy.
I sigh heavily and once again glance around the room. Why does he bring me to these places if he doesn’t want me to know his business? My patience was never very long, so I stand and wander over to a door at the far side of the room, placing my hand on the large golden handle. Carefully, I twist until it pops open and then I wait for a beat, just in case Anton is on the other side of it. When nothing happens, I slowly pull it open to find another lounge-like area but on a smaller scale. I walk through and open the next door, this time finding myself in a lobby with a winding staircase. There’s no one around, so I proceed to climb the stairs to the next floor. There are offices all along the corridor containing large tables surrounded by chairs, the types you’d find in meeting rooms, but they’re all empty.
At the end of the hallway, there’s a door which is propped open. As I get closer, I see it’s another office. A large oak desk sits in front of a window, similar to Anton’s office. I hear a door bang farther down the hallway and panic, gently pushing the door to. I peer through the window, which looks down onto the grounds. Anton’s car is waiting out front, and Michael is leaning against it, chatting into his mobile and smoking a cigarette.
I’m about to turn to leave when hands grip my hair, yanking my head back. I yelp in surprise and automatically raise my hands to try and free myself. My wrists are taken and pulled behind my back, and I realise it’s not Anton as I’m pushed to the desk and forced to bend over it.
“What the fuck?” I snap, kicking out my legs.
“You kept us waiting,” a voice hisses in my ear. Metal cuffs are placed on one wrist and then the other. “We hate waiting.”
I twist, but the man pushes his weight against me, forcing me to lie flat. “There’s been some kind of mistake,” I tell him. Another man steps into my view, grinning as he unfastens his belt, and it dawns on me that I’m in real danger. My breath sticks in my throat, making it hard for any words to escape, and I try hard to inhale air into my tight lungs. The man takes some of his weight from me and gropes my arse.
“The only mistake is that you didn’t come dressed as I ordered,” he replies, grinding against my backside.
I screw my eyes shut. “You don’t understand. I’m here with Anton.”
His friend grins, wiping his thumb across my lower lip. “You think name dropping will get you out of here?”
“You don’t understand—”
The door opens, slamming against the wall, and fear envelopes me at the thought of more men. “You better fucking explain yourself real quick before I blow your brains all over this place.” I sob with relief at the sound of Anton’s voice, my entire body sagging.
The man’s weight leaves my body. “What the hell?” he snaps. “We’re in the middle of roleplay.”
“Roleplay with my fucking guest?” yells Anton, and I hear a thud and then a grunt. I’m guided to stand, and then I’m turned in Michael’s arms. He looks me up and down with concern, like he’s surveying me for damage. I look to the two men and see Anton has one by the throat against the wall. In his other hand is his gun, and it’s pressed firmly against the man’s head.
“She’s good, Anton,” Michael confirms, and he nods at me, urging me to confirm it.
“I’m fine. It took me by surprise,” I mutter. My voice is shaky and unlike me, and I cough to clear it. “It was obviously a misunderstanding.”
“Get her out of here, Michael,” Anton orders. He thrusts a set of handcuff keys towards Michael as I’m guided from the room.
I’m taken to an office just a few rooms away from where I was moments ago. This one is bright and furnished well, with leather chairs and full bookshelves.
“Why were you up here?” asks Michael, unfastening the handcuffs.
I rub my wrists. “I was bored waiting, so I went to see what this place was all about.” Michael shakes his head, laughs to himself, and then leaves. I wrap my arms around myself and take a few calming breaths. The door opens and Anton glares at me. His shoulders are hunched forwards, and he’s breathing heavy.
“What the fuck were you doing up here?” he demands.
“I was looking for you,” I lie.
“You were told to stay in that room,” he growls.
I shrug my shoulders. “I’m not very good at doing as I’m told.”
“They thought you were up for that. They thought you were one of the girls.”
I stare at him blankly, waiting for him to explain further, but he doesn’t bother to. Instead, he stalks over to a small table that has a drink decanter on, tips some of the amber liquid into a crystal glass and swirls it. I glance at my watch. “A little early for that,” I mutter, and he scowls in my direction. “What did they think I was up for anyway?”
“Nothing, forget about it. Are you okay?”
“Now you ask me if I’m okay?” I mumble. “Is that what happens here? You wander into rooms and get attacked? Are the girls up for that?”
“You shouldn’t have left the lounge,” he repeats.
“You shouldn’t have brought me here,” I counter. “You have dangerous men attacking women and you thought it would be a good idea to leave me alone? This is your fault, Anton, not mine.”
