He wraps his hand around my throat and pushes me up against the wall so hard I heard a slight crack come from the back of my head. He gets in-between my legs, lifting my dress up and ripping off my panties.
He sniffs them and laughs. “Still feel like being a hero, bitch? I can make you wish your mother had swallowed you.”
I gulp down as he eyes my body up and down before looking back to the fat man.
“Is this Aiden’s woman?”
My eyes go wide at the mention of Ade’s real name.
“Sure is. Kazimir doesn’t want anyone touching her, though. She’s going up on the podium.”
The young man in front of me laughs. “Oh, boss man always likes taking the fun out of everything.”
He then slides his hand down and under my dress again, sliding his fingers over my pussy before cupping me and shoving what feels like his whole fist inside me. I scream out in pain while he starts pumping his fingers into me in a rough, raw, and dry motion. I dry reach, with tears streaming down my face. The fat man looks worried from what I can see through the blurry vision my tears are causing.
The young man brings his other hand up to my neck, squeezing it to hold me in place. I can’t breathe. He’s actually going to kill me, and at this moment, I couldn’t care less. There would be no coming back from this. I’ve lost all hope in myself. His fingers are going harder and I feel his pants pull down and the nakedness of his thigh against mine. I panic again, slipping in and out of consciousness. This is it, this is how I die, being digitally raped up against a wall. My mind drifts out, my breathing stops and I shut myself down.
We walk up the stairs to Drago’s and open his door, making our way back into The Matrix room. Zane, me, Blake, Ollie and Chad all walk in, closing the door behind us.
“What is it Drago?” I ask, moving over to the seat next to him.
“Something just doesn’t add up,” he replies, typing away on his keyboard.
“You say you’ve never met Kazimir Lyov?” he asks, spinning his chair around to us. I notice he looks like he’s had a rough week as well, the lack of sleep evident in his eyes.
“That’s right, I’ve only ever heard of him. There is only a handful of people who’ve seen him in the flesh.”
Chad makes his way over to where I am. “So he’s started this shit storm because you took out Bruce Peyton? It sounds like there may be more to it than that.”
I shake my head. “Nah, that would do it. Bruce wasn’t the only man I took out. I took out his right-hand man also. That’s their entire line into the underground ring.”
Chad shakes his head, “I have a bad feeling about this, and I feel as though there’s a lot more than what we are seeing.”
I stand from my seat and lean over Drago. “Anything else?”
Drago nods his head. “You said that no one has ever found him? Well, no one is Drago.” He spins his chair back around to face the computer, and I spin him around to face me again.
“What do you mean by that?”
He looks up at me uneasily. “Ade, you’re a very scary man. So can you not stare at me like that.” I look over to Blake and he rolls his eyes, coming over to Drago’s rescue.
“Sit down, brother,” Blake says.
I can’t, I can feel myself slowly becoming more and more out of control. I’ve been calm up until this point, calm on the outside but livered in the inside. I can feel her slipping away from me, and I swear to fucking God the thought of anyone laying a finger on her slices my dark soul into two.
“I have an address,” Drago states casually and I pause my evil thoughts.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask, tilting my head at him.
He nods his head casually. “I hacked the RMS system that they use, and I’ve got an address. It didn’t take me long either,” he adds at the end smiling a cocky smile.
“Yeah, just a week,” Blake mumbles under his breath sarcastically.
“Blake, these things take time. I’m not a magician,” Drago replies defensively.
Zane looks over to me before looking back to Drago.
“Fuck, you’re a smart little shit,” I say to him with a small smile.
“I am. So the good news is, I have an address where they may be holding her. I can’t say if that is where they are, but I have an address and that’s a start. The bad news? This is the Russian Mafia you’re going up against here. This is big time shit, and you will need an army.”
Nodding my head, I look to Zane. “He’s right. This isn’t New Zealand. This is the Russian Mafia. We need to do this smart.”
When we walk back into the clubhouse, I see Phoebe and Vicky sitting there worried. They’ve been taking it rough the past week and I get it, I fucking get it. Those are the two most important girls in my life right now, and it’s taking all my fucking strength to not completely lose my shit and go on a massacre to fill the empty hole in my fucking heart. Killing is not a task for me, it’s a mood, and no one here wants me in that mood—at least, not right now. Phoebe sees me and gets out of her seat.