Stealing Amy (Disciples 2)

That fucking broken nose will make sure of that.

“You’ve become a problem, Ivan. Now, usually Lucifer would handle things like you exclusively… But that’s not how things are happening now. The inner circle has been unleashed on fucks like you.”

He yells a bunch of words through the tape but they are too gargled to understand.

Shrugging my shoulders at him, I say, “Can’t understand a single fucking word you’re saying right now. I’d remove that tape from your mouth, but then you would probably be squealing like your bimbo over there.”

Looking at her fully for a moment, I can appreciate what the man sees in this girl.

Her legs look fucking amazing. She wasn’t put into the car gently, so the eyeful of legs and just a hint of exposed crotch is a pretty fucking hot sight.

She looks a little too elegant for someone like Ivan, too… She doesn’t look fake like Ivan’s wife does. No, this girl has never had the touch of a surgeon’s knife.

From what I saw of her in the restaurant… fuck. If she was mine, I’d never let her out of my bed.

He screams at me again through the tape, and I can tell Ivan really doesn’t appreciate me looking at his chick.

Fuck him.

Turning to look at him, I just can’t take all the noise he keeps spurting out like some fucking stuck pig.

Leaning forward again, I slam my fist into his stomach. The air expels from his nose explosively and he loses all focus on me.

Turning my head to Peter, I say, “Take us to the warehouse. We’ll see what Lucifer wants to do. We need this pile of shit out of the car. He smells like sour vodka and piss.”

Amy

I can’t see. No matter how much I blink my eyes, there’s no light. No hint of anything around me. Only darkness.

This damn bag on my head is stifling.

At first, when I was grabbed and tossed into whatever vehicle we’re in, I was on the verge of hyperventilating. Panicking about my situation. But I cut that shit out quick. All it got me was my own hot breath in my face and that totally sucked ass.

Complication. They haven’t outright said it but I know that’s me. Whatever they have planned, I’m not supposed to be a part of it.

Somewhere near me is a man, a man with a very deep, rumbling voice, who is holding my life in his hands.

If I could beg or plead, I would. I’d get down on my knees and promise anything. But all I can do is sit here on this seat and pray that they realize I’m no threat. I won’t talk about anything that’s happened.

They only want Ivan… and fuck, they can totally have him. Whatever they have planned for him he probably deserves it.

My lips are sealed.

I know it’s useless trying to do anything about this.

You see, I’ve already learned my lesson when dealing with these kinds of men. They do the things they do and get it away with it because they’re not afraid of the authorities. They are the authorities in Garden City. Meting out their own rules and justice.

They have the police and the judges and everyone else above them in their pockets.

I learned this the hard way when I tried to get a restraining order against Ivan. Not only was my petition dismissed, the judge actually lectured me about wasting his time and advised me to make up with Ivan. He threatened to turn the authorities on me.

Beside me Ivan gurgles and I strain my ears, trying to listen over him. The man who spoke earlier is quiet now. Too quiet.

If only I could speak. If only I could say something…

I can sense him though. I can feel his eyes boring into me. All the little hairs on my body stand on end, pointing towards him.

I’m terrified of him, yet something about that fear also excites me.

I feel so fucked up for feeling like this.

The vehicle slows and comes to a complete stop. The engine turns off.

Fuck, this is it.

One of the doors opens, and I feel a burst of cold air hitting my legs. Ivan grunts and I sense a struggle beside me.

“Fuck, he does stink,” someone mutters unhappily. “Come on, you stupid fuck.”

The air beside me moves and then there’s a thump. A body hitting the pavement?

“Really? You’re going to make me drag you?”

There’s a series of grunts and the gritty sound of gravel grinding against something.

I’m so focused on what’s going on outside that I completely forget about the danger inside.

Suddenly a warm hand comes down on my bare thigh and I gasp, stiffening.

Strong fingers wrap around my thigh, digging into my flesh. But the grip doesn’t hurt… No, there’s something about it that’s strangely possessive.

The fingers relax, flexing, and then they drag upwards. “You’re going to be a good girl, yes?” the deep voice asks.