OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(189)

They didn’t budge. They seriously just stood there against the wall, staring off in the distance with guns strapped to their shoulders, guarding me until their boss or whoever handled prisoners arrived.



“Jesus Christ, guys! What’s it going to take to make you talk? Do I have to pull some Houdini shit and get out of this chair to get your attention?”



I heard a hand clasp one of their guns. That was the ticket out.



“I mean, I can do it, but you guys look like you wouldn’t mind hurting a woman, so I don’t guess I will.”



I started really working my wrists, and one of them budged. He fucking budged! Finally.



“Hold on, let me get warmed up,” I told him.



He took a couple of steps toward me. I had him. Just a moment longer, and he would be eating out of my hand. If I really tried, I probably could have made that happen literally. I did it with Cole. I did it with a lot of them, but apparently my skills were better against bosses than against guards.



Just then, right as I was about to get him close enough to really start talking to him and getting him to open up to me, I heard gunshots from behind the door. Both men grabbed their guns and move them to the ready position.



The man standing over me reached up with his thick bare hand and unscrewed the lightbulb over my head. The room plunged into darkness, and the door slid open, letting light pour in from outside. It wasn’t much, just the light that spilled into the building from the street lights out front, but it was enough to see that the guards might as well have been twins.



The door closed again, plunging me into complete darkness, alone.



“That’s okay, guys, I’ll just sit here and keep myself company, then,” I said to the empty room.



I tried whistling, but I was never all that great at it.



More gunshots rang out on the other side of the door.



“Wouldn’t it be something if another boss was here, not Cole, trying to shoot the place up and stop whoever this fucker is?” I asked myself aloud.



I waited, listening to more and more gunshots while they kept getting closer and closer.



“Dammit, Cole, all this talk about having to go to the bathroom is coming back to bite me in the ass, man. Hurry up,” I called out. I had to pee. It came to me pretty suddenly, too.



I squirmed in the chair while I waited for what felt like an eternity for Cole to come through that damn door. Where the hell was he? It wasn’t like we hadn’t done this shit a million times already. He knew the damn drill.



The door opened, and light spilled in again.



“Don’t close the door,” I called out.



“Sasha?” It was Cole, finally.



“Yeah, it’s me. Who the hell did you expect? Now come on, come over here and untie me. I have to piss like a racehorse,” I told him.



He let go of the door and it started to slide closed.



“Hang on, let me get someone or something to hold the door.” He pushed it back open and whistled.



Another member of the MC came and propped the door open while Cole ran over to my chair.



“Careful,” I said, “it’s slippery.”



“Yeah, I see that,” he said as he slipped a couple of times trying to get to me.



I looked up. “They turned the light off by unscrewing it, but be careful again because it’s probably hot. He just unscrewed it before leaving the room.”



Cole reached up and screwed the bulb in quickly with his bare hand, letting go of it a couple of times because it was still too hot.



The light came back on and flooded the room again. He smiled when he saw me, and those emerald green eyes of his smiled at me, too. It was always so nice to see his face when he saw me again for the first time after we were apart for any amount of time.



“It’s good to see you,” he said. It was always the same. It was like we hadn’t seen each other in ages, but I figured it probably went back to that night when we’d almost lost each other to my last boss. We knew what could go wrong.



“You, too, baby,” I said. “Now untie me. I’ve got to pee,” I said.



“You talked to them about the bathroom again, didn’t you?” he asked.



“Yeah, the pisser usually works, Cole. Don’t knock it.”



“Alright, alright.” He pulled out a knife and quickly cut the ropes from my wrists and ankles, setting me free.



I jumped up from the chair and wrapped my arms around him. I gave him a big kiss on his lips and pulled back quickly.



“Okay, I’ve got to go.” I fished out my phone as I tried to make my way through the room without falling and busting my ass. I tapped the screen until I pulled up my pictures.