Shit. This was not the plan.
“I can see that you’re busy, Mr. F. I’m actually looking for Mr. Ro—”
“I said: Come. In.”
He stalked to me at the door, took hold of my wrist, pulled me in, and shut the door. “Now, how shall we play this out? I rather like my options here. Have you ever played with toys, Sienna? Have you ever played with another woman? Do you like the idea? Does it excite you?”
“The answer to all of those questions is no. Now, please, let go of me and let me be on my way.”
“Wrong answer, Sienna. But then again, maybe the right one.”
He curled the fingers of his free hand in the top of the towel over my chest and pulled; the towel dropped immediately.
My heart was pounding at this point, and I wrenched my arm from his grasp. I turned to the door to escape the room, but he was too close. He caged me in at the door, leaning heavily on it with his arms on each of my sides, and his body pressed mine into the wood.
“Ah, Sienna. Feisty. I like it. I think the plan changes now; you need to be taught a lesson in obeying orders.”
I started to scream and he spun me around to face him, then shoved his palm up and over my jaw with force. I ended up biting my own tongue, hard, and the back of my head slammed against the door. I was shocked into momentary silence and almost immediately tasted my blood. I had concerns for my ability to breathe as his fingers mashed into my nose and his palm kept my mouth uncomfortably covered. Even my teeth ached from the crash of pressure.
“You want to play rough? Okay, you bitch, we’ll play this rough.” He whipped the bow tie from around his neck and stuffed it into my mouth, then wrapped his big arms around me and lifted me against him.
I did the only thing I could think of to do. I pulled my knee up, as hard as I could, in between his legs.
I have really strong legs.
He released me immediately, crouching and then falling over onto his side in the fetal position, moaning like a cow, but with a higher voice. I ran over to the woman who was still tied up to the cross and lifted her blindfold. “You want to be here?” I asked, recognizing her as Holiday, her stage name.
Her eyes indicated a definite no, so I removed her gag and unsnapped the wrist cuffs and waist belt and let her take care of the rest. Grabbing the towel, I rewrapped myself as I sneered down at the moaning bastard who had still not yet recovered from my excellently placed slam.
“Grab one of his hands, hold it down for me,” I directed.
Holiday needed a minute to get there, so I used the time to get the six-inch stilettos on again. Then I stepped directly onto the middle of his palm with my heel. I took just a moment to appreciate the effective stems on these shoes. I’m pretty sure he cried. “Listen, asshole. Do not try to pull any control shit on me. Ever. Again. And let’s see…”
I turned back to Holiday. “Search his pockets for a wallet.” It took her only a few seconds; I kept up the pressure on his hand. He was having some trouble breathing. I was fine with that.
Once she found it, she handed the billfold to me. I checked it and found a large number of one-hundred-dollar bills. I took them all out and gave her about half of them.
“I think we’re good to go now. Later, you sick fuck.”
And I grabbed Holiday’s hand, and we were out of there.
It was time to find Dom, and get the hell out of Dodge.
Chapter Ten
Dom
I couldn’t believe I had let Sienna talk me into this shit. Watching Sienna work at the club was bad enough, but watching Sienna work a private party with powerhouse, rich, entitled tuxes and wearing basically nothing was torture. I wanted to wrap her up in my jacket and my arms and bodily carry the woman out of there and away from those fuckwad dickheads as if the house was burning down. Fuck. I wanted to burn the house down.
I was losing my rationality.
When I had arrived with Joey Ronn and one of my Storm brothers, Ship, Sienna was already there, dressed in a tiny little bedroom piece that didn’t cover her ass. Oh, and the hands of that sick bastard Fielding. He was all over her. He was touching my woman. I wanted to pound him down for that so badly that my hands actually twitched.
But I controlled it. Barely. With that for my entrance, this whole night was lining up to be a long stretch of purgatory.
To keep my mind engaged with something other than my hardwired need to break Sienna away from this whole scene, I tried to focus on the plan that we had agreed on, to try to find some evidence tying Fielding to Ronn’s darkest porno productions.
I hadn’t been completely upfront with Sienna about Fielding and Ronn and everything that had led up to her sister’s death. Who needed to hear that shit about the torture of the last hours of her life? I really didn’t want to put her into a tailspin of pain and regret for Tania. If need be, I’d tell her about it later, when she could take the time and space to properly grieve and get through all the emo that would no doubt come up.