Tainted Love(44)

Once I hit the bottom step of the stairs that leads to the bar, I light up a cigarette and nudge my head to one of the prospects. “Clean out the whore in bedroom three,” I tell him while continuing to make my way over to the table where Zane is sitting. I pull out a seat and order over Ashley to bring me a drink.

“I can’t fucking do this for much longer,” Zane says, putting his hands around the back of his neck.

His beard has grown out and he has wrinkles lining around his eyes. I swallow my drink, swallowing down the emotion that’s a second away from rising up my throat.

“I can’t think about it. If I do, I’ll explode,” I reply calmly.

“I get that, brother. We need to find them now. I’m not going to wait around on Drago for much longer.” His phone starts ringing from his pocket, and he places his bottle on the bench, swiping it unlocked and answering it. “What,” he snaps. “Yeah? All right. We’ll be there soon.” Shutting off his phone and standing from his seat. “Come on, Drago has some info for us.”

About fucking time.





I attempt to open my eyes, but they refuse to open. All I feel is the pounding in my head.

Boom, boom. Where is that sound coming from? Where am I?

I try to open my eyes again, this time succeeding. Everything is black.

“What the fuck,” I mumble.

I think over my jumbled thoughts, trying to think of the last thing I remember.

“Vicky’s wedding,” I whisper.

“Kal? Kal, is that you?”

“Alaina?” I gasp in shock.

“It’s me, babe,” she quietly replies, her voice hoarse and dry.

I attempt to move off the bed, but I feel like an anchor weighs me down. Using all my strength, I push myself up and stand off the bed, only to fall to the ground when my legs give way.

“Fuck!” I scream out in frustration.

“Shhh Kal, if they hear you they’ll come back.”

I begin crawling across the cold hard concrete floor. “Alaina? How long have we been here?”

“I don’t know. You’ve been out for a few days. I lost count. I’d say a week, maybe more.”

I pause my shuffling. “How have I been asleep for a week?”

“They’ve been drugging us with something. More you than I. They found me fascinating, being Zane’s old lady.”

Continuing my shuffling, I keep my hands feeling around in front of me. Feeling cold chains, I follow them up until they lead me to one of Alaina’s hands. They are cold and stiff, she feels like death. I keep feeling around her until she winces.

“What did they do to you, Lain? Who are they?”

She pulls her arm out of my grasp. “It’s going to be okay, we just have to be strong until the boys arrive.”

The metal door swings open and a dark shadow looms. I swallow down and look at Alaina. Now there’s light shining through the doorway, I can see her.

I wish I didn’t.

I wish I never looked her way.

My stomach coils over, as little more than bile spews out of my mouth.





The shadow makes his way in toward us and I swallow down, putting my body in front of Alaina. He laughs so hard that his fat stomach jiggles right in front of me.

“Oh, how cute. You think you can save her?”

“What do you want?” I ask my voice shaky.

“I want nothing but your sweet cunts, which I have enjoyed very much by the way.” He laughs.

I heave and throw my hand over my mouth again instantly feeling violated. Surely I’d I know if he had done anything to me? I look to Alaina, her body naked, bruised and bloody. Her once white pearly perfect hair is now bright red and matted in blood. She has bruises and dirt covering her entire body. A tear drops from my eye.

“Alaina.” I take hold of her hand. I’ve seen her and Vicky do the motion so much. My heart breaks for her. I’m a mess, but I’m not bleeding all over the place, bruised and naked. They have really worked a number on her and it makes me sick to my stomach. I need to take as much heat off her as I can. A fat hand wraps around my arm, picking me up.

“We can continue our playtime later, sweet thang. We need to send a video first.”

Looking back at Alaina while I’m walking out, the last thing I see is two more men walk into our room, zipping down their zippers of their jeans.

I scream. “No! No! Don’t you fucking touch her!”

Trying to push out of the fat hands that are grasping me so tightly, I think my arms might snap. The men stop their laughing and make their way to me. Instantly I quiet, and the fat man laughs, letting go of me. One of the men opens his mouth, revealing a strong Russian accent. Interesting. I took Russian in school. I was fascinated by their culture, not so much anymore.