Tainted Love(47)

I pull at my hair and look at him. “She was tossing some shit off me earlier in the boardroom. Talking about how she needs to help, how she can help with Abby. I told her to fuck off, that it isn’t going to happen. Now she’s not here and neither is Abby.”

“She fucking… Fuck! She fucking would.” I begin to make my way out of the clubhouse.

“Where you going?” Blake yells from behind me.

“There’s only one person who’d tell them where the girls are.”

Right as I reach the door, I hear Zane’s voice break the silence. “Ade. Come here brother,” his voice a horse, a loud whisper. The foreign tone pulls me back to him.

Turning around I see him holding up his phone with a video playing. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to adjust them, but wind up walking to him and snatching the phone out of his hands.

What I see on that screen turns me murderous.





“Ade, If you get this video, Alaina is messed up she’s not good they have been do—” A fist comes flying to my face at a rapid speed, hitting me so hard that I fly off the seat and I scream out in agony.

“Shut the fuck up!” The fat man squeezes onto my cheeks and spits on my face.

“Get the fuck up there and do it again.”

“Should we leave that part on?” I hear someone ask from behind the camera.

“Yeah, leave everything. Make him see how fucking serious we are.”

He pulls me up and throws me back into my seat. Now with a busted eye that’s pissing out blood, I begin to sob. Looking like death and feel worse than shit, but all I care about is Alaina.

“Again bitch, and if you fuck up this time Jason’s fingers won’t be the only things that are shoved up your cunt!”

I dry reach and spit to the ground as the memories of what happened come back to me full force. Looking up at the camera with my hair sticking to my face, blood is pouring down past my eyes and cheeks as tears begin to stream down my face.

“I have forty-eight hours left until Kazimir is going to send me away with the highest bidder. You have forty-eight hours to come up two million in cash and a— A…no! No, I will not say that. No!” I scream. Fat man takes hold of my neck, squeezing with such force I feel as though my eyeballs are going to burst out of my sockets. He looks to the camera and winks while I’m choking. He begins to run his hands down the front of my dress, under my bra and squeezing my nipple so hard I feel it draw blood. I scream out in agony, making him let go and smash me across the face again which causes me to fall off my chair and splits my eye open even more. He looks at the camera with a smile.

“Sorry you had to witness all that boys,” he says then lights up a cigarette.

“She’s a feisty little one that one. Aidan, you still know how to pick them. I must say, Alaina’s tight little pussy is just as good, though.” He laughs while he blows out a cloud of smoke. “As the bitch said, two mill in cash in forty-eight hours. And Aidan…someone will meet you at the container port in Westbeach.”

He shuts off the camera and turns to me. Pulling me back up and dragging me out of the room. I look around as much as I can but don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Am I still even in Westbeach? I don’t think so. We reach the door of the room where they’ve been keeping us, and he swings it open before pushing me in. The smell of death hits me and I instantly feel sick.

“Alaina?” I yell out in panic. Everything is dark again, back to not being able to see.

“Alaina, goddammit. Answer me, please?”

I hear a wheezy cough and run to where the sound came from. I kneel down and feel around to find her face. She’s lying flat on her back. I pick up her head and stroke off the hair that’s on her face, ignoring the wetness I feel under my hand.

I begin to cry. “Please stay with me Lain, please.”

I kiss her head and lay down with her just listening to her struggling breath. I begin to sing Metallica’s ‘Nothing Else Matters’ with tears streaming down my face, knowing this was her wedding song.

I wipe the tears from my face as I end the song and caress her cheek.

“Alaina?” I whisper.

“I’m here, Kal,” she croaks out quietly.

Thank fucking God.

“That was so beautiful, Kal. Thank you.”

“Shhh, don’t talk. Just stay with me, please. Hang in there.” As we both drift off to sleep.





Opening my eyes, I feel to where Alaina was lying and it’s now empty.

“Alaina?” I yell frantically.

With no answer back, panic begins to set in again. I bring my knees up to myself and hug into them, laying my head on my knees as I start to rock.