CHAPTER 11
Anna
The driver slowly pulls into the warehouse district. It has an ominous and creepy feeling to it. “Are you sure about this, ma’am?”
I chuckle under my breath, “yeah I’m sure.” I point over to the little parking area right by one of the warehouses, “park over there.”
He does and we sit in silence. We’re about five or ten minutes early, but I figured Maxim, with how prepared he is, would be here already. Staking the place out, adding surveillance, motion detectors, the whole nine yards.
“Can I ask you for a favor?” The driver turns around and looks at me.
“Sure,” he says.
I pull out $500 from my pocket, making sure that he can see the hundred-dollar bills. “I’m going to get out, and then someone’s going to get it. Will you give them a ride back to where you picked me up?”
He’s nods up and down, his eyes haven’t left the stack of bills. Come to think of it, he looks younger than I thought. He could be a struggling college student.
“As soon as the other guy gets in. Step on the gas, no matter what happens, you drive. You drive fast and get away. Got it?” My hand slowly moves the money towards his.
“Yes,” he breathes as he snatches the money from me. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“Nothing I can’t handle. Everything will be fine if you just leave right away.” I didn’t want to point out that he’s probably going to be interrogated by the Moretti clan once this is over.
Finally, after sitting here for about fifteen minutes, I can see the familiar SUV of Maxim’s pull up. I know that man did not just bring one SUV here. He’s got to have guys everywhere surrounding us.
I grab my phone and call him. “Anna,” he purrs.
“Once my brother gets into the cab, I will get out. We can make the trade at the exact same time.”
I can hear his mind thinking. I stop him before he can say anything. “This is the only way I will do this. I don’t trust you enough to make sure that my brother is safe.” I say the last part very quietly. I don’t want the cab driver to hear too much.
“You’ve got a deal,” he says and then I hang up the phone. This is the only thing I have on me besides the cash. I didn’t bring anything else, well besides the clothes I’m wearing, and the tracker sewn into my bra. I leave the phone on the back seat. Hopefully Finn will be able to find it. I’d rather it be in his hands instead of Maxims.
Two guards grab a tied-up Finn and start pulling him towards the cab. In the hours since I’ve seen his photo, the bruises have really started to take shape. It’s making my eyes water. I just saw my brother this morning and he was happy to be going back to work.
As we get closer to the cab and Finn spots me he starts to scream, “no. Anna I told you not to do this. Leave right now. You have no idea what this man will do to you.”
A lone tear runs down my cheek as Finn completely stops walking and the guards have to drag him. Two other guards have come over to my side of the cab. Just for emphasis, I locked the door. I’m not getting out until my brother gets in. They chuckle watching what I’m doing. It will only take them two seconds to get me out of this locked car.
They open the door for Finn and start to push him in. He looks straight at me. His eyes are singing the sweet song of defeat and it tugs at my heartstrings. I don’t want my brother to feel he let me down. But I know that I will do anything to save him.
Once he’s seated, I ask, “are you okay?” I reach out my hand to touch the side of his face. They must’ve snagged him when he was on duty, he’s still wearing his Dr. scrubs. They are splattered in different spots with blood.
Finn grabs my hand and we just stare at each other. The tears fall down my face as I hear the door open and the click of the locks. The back doors opens, and I’m yanked out by two guards.
I don’t move, I just stand there staring at my brother through the cab windows. He shifts to open his door, but like as promised, the driver steps on the gas and they speed away.
The guards walk me over to the waiting SUV that pulled up and push me in the back. The back of the vehicle has been remodeled, it’s kind of like a limo with two very fancy bench seats facing each other. The windows are tinted and the divider between the driver and the passenger is up.
I position myself right on the seat and look forward into the eyes of Maxim. He says nothing, neither do I as we both just stare, taking in each other.
We finally start driving. I know they don’t want to stay too long in case Finn contacts my brothers, which hopefully he will with the phone that I left in the car for him.
Maxim breaks the silence as he snaps, “strip.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You can do it, or I can. Now,” gone is the sweet Maxim I was hoping I would find. Now I have the businessman.
I start to take off my clothes. I can’t look in his face. His eyes never leave each part of skin I’m revealing. I just stare down at the floor.
I fold all my clothes and put them on the seat next to me, placing my shoes on top. The only thing I have left on is my bra and panties. Please don’t take the bra, I say to myself.
Maxim reaches out his hand and then grabs my arm yanking me towards him. He positions me to where I’m straddling him. All this happens before I realize what’s going on. His hands start to rub over my body and over my underwear. I can feel his dick growing in excitement right next to my core.
His hands are running up and down my back and before I know it, my bra is undone. I go to cover myself up and he shakes his head as he pulls my arms down.
Maxim leans back in his seat, he never takes his eyes of my breasts. This causes my nipples to pebble. He uses his fingers to feel around my bra. Shit.
“Next time you want to use a tracking device, don’t grab a black one with a white bra.” Damn, I didn’t even think about that. Did it show through that much?
Maxim grabs my hips and rubs himself against my center for a few seconds before he pushes me back to my side of the seat. I groan before I can stop myself. He just looks at me with his eyebrows raised.
The window rolls down as my bra is tossed out with the tracking device. Damn, we’ve only been driving for about ten minutes who knows how much longer we have to go. Maxim knocks on the window for the driver, who immediately does a U-turn.
We were going in the wrong direction the whole time. Maxim hands me a pile of clothes that are sitting next to him. I never even noticed they were there. “Get dressed. I don’t mind you looking like this, but I sure as hell don’t want my men to see it. We’ll be there very soon, you might want to do it now.”
I quickly squeeze myself into the clothes he brought. The jeans are designer skinny jeans, very tight. He also got me a designer brown tank top that is also very tight. It just barely covers my boobs.
Maxim groans as he squeezes the cushion on his seat with his fingers. I quickly scoot over to the window and look out. So far everything I wanted to accomplish hasn’t panned out.
I’m in this man’s clothes and I was strip-searched. I am feeling so turned on that I would do almost anything for relief, but I need to stay away from him right now. Also, he found the tracker.
No words are said for the rest of the way as Maxim continues staring at me. I gasp out loud when we pull into the driveway of the house that I was held captive in over a month ago.
Maxim laughs, “there’s nothing better than hiding in plain sight.”
He’s right. My brothers thoroughly searched this place and marked it off the list. Maxim has thousands of properties still to go through. It will take forever till they finally come back around to this one.
Maxim gets out of the back of the SUV, taking my clothes with him. He hands them to the driver that quickly gets rid of them. Shit, maybe I should’ve sewed the tracking device in my cargo pants. At least it would’ve singled them all the way up here.
I know deep down inside he would’ve figured out that, too. I start to walk up to the front door as Maxim gets in line right next to me. His hand moves to the small of my back, leading the way to my old prison, which is now my new home.