My blood runs cold when I notice the drivers side door is open and he’s not here. Where the hell is he? Glancing up I look and see that Sharon is still on the phone, she’s walking toward me, her eyes wide as she stares at me.
“Reli!” she yells and I frown. What’s wrong; did she find him?
Heat hits my back as the smell of musty tobacco fills my nostrils. Before I can react, a hand wraps around my face and covers my mouth and nose, another hand clamps around my stomach and lifts me off of my feet.
Sharon’s still screaming my name, tears are falling down her face as the person who has me starts to drag me backward. She’s trying to reach us but the person who has me is too fast; he’s pulling me away from her.
My fight instincts kick in and I rake my nails down his arms, hoping and praying that I can do anything to get him to loosen his hold on me. I wiggle trying to dislodge him but his grip just tightens on me, and I know deep down in my heart that there’s no way out of this. He’s going to take me wherever the hell he wants to.
He reaches a van; the door is already open and he throws me into the back. My head bounces off the floor and I crash against the back door. Pain ricochets through my arm and I know that I’ve hurt it badly. The door slides closed and I’m hit with darkness. Damn.
“Reli?” I hear the groan and my heart soars; it’s Lance. He’s here.
“I’m here. Are you okay?” I try to sit up, but my arm isn’t cooperating; in fact, it’s lying limply at my side. The pain is overwhelming.
The van starts up and pulls away. I’m thrown once again in the back of the van as the asshole takes a sharp turn.
“Fucker hit me over the head.” He groans again and I’m worried about him. He’s a huge guy, the fact someone managed to not only get the jump on him, but to load him into the back of this van isn’t good. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay; do you know who took us?” I’m thrown to the side again as the van takes another turn. I cry out as I land once again on my arm.
“Shit, Reli, are you okay?” he asks and I hear him moving.
“Yes, please don’t move. You could be hurt,” I plead with him. I can hear how much moving is taking from him and if we have any chance of getting out of this, Lance is going to have to be somewhat coherent.
“I’m okay.” He grunts, “Reli, listen,” he tells me as he moves closer to me. “These assholes want you. I’m not going to let that happen.”
I don’t tell him that it’s too late. “Okay,” I whisper softly.
“John isn't going to let that happen. He’s going to come for you,” he promises me and hope sparks inside. “There’s no way he’s going to sit on his ass.”
“I know; he’s probably losing his mind. Sharon was on the phone to him when I was taken. I was worried so I came to find you.”
A flash of light shines into the window, giving me the chance to catch a glimpse of Lance. Jesus. Blood seeps from a cut at his eyebrow and he looks as though he’s got a broken nose, not to mention the busted lip he has. They didn’t sneak up behind him and if they did, Lance didn’t go down easily.
“You’re going to be okay, Reli. Nothing is going to happen to you,” he vows and I nod.
I really hope that he’s right, but I’m not holding out much hope. Right now, I’m hurt and scared.
The van slows until it comes to a stop; I hold my breath as the driver gets out and opens the back door. I look up as I want to see the man who’s kidnapped me.
“Fuck.” Lance comments, “Havers.”
I close my eyes. Havers. He’s the man that wants me, he’s the one that Talia was going to sell me to.
Great. I’m in the hands of a monster.
Twenty-One
Reli
“Ah, you know who I am.” The asshole smirks as he clicks his fingers. Three men come running out of the building behind him. “Bring them inside. Be careful with her. She’s mine. Him, well, you can do whatever the hell you want with.”
I glance at Lance just as two of the men reach for him, Lance kicks out at one of them, his foot connecting with the man’s nose. Blood spurts out and I bite back my smile. Good, Lance isn’t going to let them take him without a fight. But soon he’s overpowered as even more men come to help subdue Lance. They’re very rough as they drag him from the van and toward the building, I can only look on in despair as his arms and legs are pulled in different directions.
“Leave him alone,” I beg, tears stinging my eyes as I look at a man I’ve come to love like a brother. A man that has been a great friend to me be
“And, why, pray tell, would I do that?” the asshole, Havers, asks me with a sadistic grin. His slick black hair tied at his nape, and he’s wearing a sharp suit with blue tie. He looks like an eighties gangster.