“What can I get for you?”
“A martini. Dry and shaken, not stirred.”
She gave him a nod and then prepared the drink in front of him. He continued to roll the die between his fingers, and she poured the martini into the glass.
“Olive?”
“Two, please.” She added them.
“What’s with the die? That’s pretty cool.”
“Oh, just an old habit. I used to enjoy the casinos, but now I kind of just like the roll of the dice and where it may lead me, or to whom.”
She knew he was flirting, but just barely. She was going to respond, but someone asked her for a drink, and when she looked at Neil, he seemed angry for someone interrupting her. There was something about this guy, yet he seemed so nice.
The bar got busier as the night went on. Neil left after a little while, and her men disappeared to a side table.
It had slowed down a bit, and she checked her cell phone and looked up her e-mails. When she scrolled down and saw the one from Gabe’s parents, Mike and Marcy, she felt sick to her stomach. They were still suffering, and here she knew Gabe was alive and well and his parents, and the community in Scrantonville, didn’t. It wasn’t right, and she would have to talk to Gabe. He had to come clean and, at a minimum, call his parents.
* * * *
“No! No!” He roared in anger and slammed his hands down on the steering wheel as he watched the men walk his woman to her car. She wasn’t driving. One of them took her keys but not before kissing her and running his hands along her hips and ass. Another pulled her into his arms then pressed her against the car like some whore. He felt as if he was going to break a blood vessel in his eye as he watched in horror as five men took her with them. She was fucking five men.
“Fuck!”
He watched them leave, and his mind scattered with crazy thoughts. What should he do next? How would he make her suffer for what she’d done? He was committed to her. He’d practiced on those other two women so he could get it right. Now he needed to change things. He would need to cleanse her of her sins. Wash away their stench, their touch, from her body.
He needed something. He needed to make a plan. He needed to work through this anger, this fury, and then straighten out his mind and take her. The time was drawing closer. He should be with Alana tonight, not them. Five fucking men.
“Five fucking men. You’re mine. Mine!” he yelled as he watched the headlights of her car and their truck disappear out of the parking lot. He looked around him. Heart racing, head pounding, he locked onto her. She stumbled slightly.
A blonde, not a brunette like Alana, but a similar figure. He looked around. She was all alone. He smirked as she came closer and fumbled with her keys. She was parked right next to him. He rolled down the window and calmed his excitement.
“Honey, I don’t think you should be driving.”
“I’m okay.” She lowered down to lean against the open window. Her blouse parted, and her breasts flowed from some shimmering camisole she wore. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and gazed at him. He knew he was attractive. That got them every time.
“I can give you a ride, honey. You really shouldn’t drink and drive.”
“I don’t know you though.” She twirled her blonde hair between her fingers.
“What’s to know? I’m a nice guy offering a pretty woman a ride home so she doesn’t kill herself,” he said and smirked. He would be the one doing the killing.
“Well, I should just go back inside and let my friend know.”
“The friend who let you leave Casper’s drunk so you could drive?” he challenged her and raised one of his eyebrows at her.
She squinted her eyes, swayed a little, and then pulled open the door. “You’re right. Screw that bitch. She took a hot guy right out of my grasp tonight. I was flirting with him all night.” She slid into the front seat then closed the door. Her skirt lifted higher, and she didn’t even notice. He looked her over. She would do just fine.
“Where do you live?”
“Outside of town.”
“Roommate?”
“In there and not planning on coming home tonight.”
He placed the car in drive and slowly pulled out of the parking lot.