Dirty Desire (15 page)

She walks closer to me as I stiffen from her proximity. With a quick swipe, she’s removed the towel from around me and shoves me against the wall. Her hand finds my breast and she grins. She’s so close I can feel her breath on me. Her eyes, hardened in a way I’ve never seen before, locked on mine as she continues to play with my nipple.

Fuck this needs to stop.

“Stop, please,” I whimper, feeling so betrayed by my own body right now. How can that feel good…how could my body even think that’s ok to do?!

“You’ll learn,” she says. “In due time you’ll be begging for it.”

“Like hell I will,” I spit out. As soon as the words are out of my mouth I regret them. Her hand comes across my face, hard.

“It’s going to take much more conditioning before she’s ready,” she says to a man standing at the door. Her heels start clicking against the hard floors and I soon hear my door locked tight again.

Never. I will never give her what she wants.

Even if I die trying.

Beep

Beep

Beep

The monitor’s consistent beeping is nagging at me. It’s been nagging at me since the day they put me in this hellhole.

A hospital. Hah!

This isn’t anywhere near where I should be right now. I should be breaking down that mother fucking door to get to my girl. I shouldn’t be sitting here waiting to be discharged after a fucking week of sitting here to heal.

All I did was threaten the doctors that I was going to murder them and run out of this goddamned room if they didn’t let me go and boom, guard posted at my door 24/7 for the last week. I understand completely what happened to me was bad. I understand the bullet from the gun nicked the femoral vein in my leg. I totally get I lost a fuck ton of blood…but I’m alive and I have no clue if she is anymore.

It’s driving me nuts just sitting here, not doing anything.

I’d be able to tell the cops all about it…that is, if I wanted my club shut down. Do I want them investigating in my club, where I know for a fact there’s a fuck ton of illegal activities going on? No.

No, I definitely do not.

At the very least, I’m happy they brought me outside before they called for an ambulance.

I can still hear her voice in my head.
 

“I’m sorry, Knox,” Kayla’s cries are annoying me and the rage I once had at the guard is now being projected onto her.

“Get the fuck away from me,” I grumble, attempting to stand.

He shot me so good that I blacked out for a minute, and when I woke up he was tossing me on the ground just outside the club. Mother fucking twat is going down as soon as I get to my gun.

“Knox you’re not going to make it…you have to let me stop the bleeding.” I think she’s crying…or trying to, at least. Good.

“Let her out of that room, Kayla,” I rasp, unable to move anymore.

“I… No.” She stands up and puts her hands on her hips, glancing at me like I’m stupid. “No, I don’t think I’m going to do that.” Her voice isn’t what it was just a few moments ago. Now it’s strong, forceful, and filled with greed. This woman is fucking insane.

When I woke up in the hospital I was strapped to this goddamn bed and I haven’t been out since. They told me when I woke up from surgery I punched out a guard and tried running away, simply to fall the minute I got out of my bed.

In order to make sure I heal properly, they took the highest precautionary measures and strapped me to the bed AND posted a mother fucking guard outside.

“Alright, here we are,” the nurse smiles as she walks into the room and I’m sure she’s hoping to get my number. They always do, and typically I wouldn’t mind a piece of ass from a girl like her, but my mind has been rooted in one spot lately, and I’m going to go mother fucking insane if I can’t get back to her and make sure she’s safe.

“’Bout time,” I grumble, standing up. There’s a nagging ache in my leg, but the painkillers I’m on dull it out to bearable.

“Just sign here, and here,” she says, pointing to the paperwork. I scribble my barely legible name and grab the prescription she hands me.

“Thanks,” I mutter.

On the way out to the car I call John to head over from the back of the parking lot. He’s been waiting for hours for this fucking hospital to get their shit together. He brought me a new phone and has been taking care of all my personal shit. Being that my car was totaled and all my shit lost in the accident just hours before I was shot, I’m sure that hasn’t been an easy feat.

Per hospital regulation, the nurse has to wheel me out the front door and I feel like a mother fucking fool. I have a limp. My leg still works perfectly fine, it’s just sore.

I still can’t believe Kayla called the ambulance when she did. Of course they asked questions, and of course she knew taking me away would mean she gets her plaything for longer. It was filed as an ‘accident’ for the police report. The gun in my waistband went off on accident and I slid it back in and attempted to walk to the car and get myself to the hospital on my own. I failed.

All of that’s made up, obviously, but I couldn’t have them involving police and snooping around my club.

“Hey boss,” John says, smiling at me as the nurse locks the wheels so I can stand. With slight assistance I manage to get up and not fall completely over.

John rushes to my side and helps me to the car.

“This mine?” I arch an eyebrow at him and he nods once.

“It’s amazing how fast the insurance company comes through when you add in a little club membership to sweeten the deal.” He winks and I shake my head.

Good god I hope this club opens up or I’m going to owe a fuck ton of people favors.

Sliding into the car, arranging my leg where it isn’t a pain in the ass, John gets in and buckles up.

“Hope it’s ok,” he says, starting the engine.

“Perfect,” I mumble, itching to get to the club. “Have you heard anything?”

“Uh…” He pauses before switching the car into drive, then hits the gas and takes off.

“John? We just talked an hour ago. What happened?”

“I finally heard back from my source in Springfield.” He nods.

I had him get in contact with a very close, very closed lip source I have back at the original club. With me in the hospital and John having to run the St. Louis club we needed someone there to make sure Kayla wasn’t using Harper on stage.

“And what did he have to say?”

“She was there last night,” he mumbles, turning the corner and feigning attention to the road.

“There?” I growl, ready to explode all over this brand new car.

“On stage, sir.”

“Mother fucker!” I slam my fist against the dash but it does nothing for the rage.

“Take me there, now,” I growl.

“Sir, I th—”

“Get on the mother fucking road and take me there, John! Or you’re fired and I’m finding someone else to do it!” I bellow.

He silently nods and makes his way towards the club.

“Where’s my gun?” I’d hate to have to stop and buy a new one somewhere on this short of notice, but I have ways of doing it if I have to.

“Behind your seat.” His eyes are focused on the road and I see the tense jaw, but he’s at least on his way to the club.

“Good.”

I’m ending this once and for all. Kayla won’t stop me this time. This time there’s no turning back. I need Harper out of there before they do anything else to her.

“What’s your plan?” John finally speaks up. The entire drive so far he’s been silent, focusing on the road and probably trying to figure a way out of this. He’s never been one for confrontation so I know this is making him a nervous wreck. About forty minutes ago Leigh called to check in and I got an ass reaming like none other. He’s been a hot fucking mess since Harper went missing and the fact that he’s known that I’ve known where she is hasn’t helped his sanity. He threatened to go to the police, but my pocketbook silenced him. I know she’s there. I know Kayla wouldn’t ever kill anyone so I know she’s safe in that regard. I also know that when Kayla asked for a plaything, it was strictly someone she could train and play with…only making it to the stage if said person was willing.

I never expected her to bring her out this soon.

I was wrong. In so many ways, I was wrong.

“I’m getting her back.”

“How?”

He glances over at me and raises his eyebrows.

“I kill everyone that gets in my way,” I growl. I’m rolling with nerves and the dull ache in my leg has all but died since I heard Kayla used Harper in the club last night.

I could snap the heads off each and every one of them for touching her.

“How many bullets do you have, sir?” His hands are tight on the steering wheel, nerves evident in the way he’s biting his lip.

“Enough.” I lock the gun and slide it into the back of my pants.

Silent, he follows the directions in the dash of the car until he’s pulling into the club’s parking lot.  He looks over at me and furrows his brows in worry. There’s only one car in the parking lot and it’s not Kayla’s.

“She’s here. They wouldn’t risk traveling back to the house with her between nights. She’s here.”

He parks behind the building and that’s when I see Kayla’s car. Good. Killing all birds with one stone.

“You’re going to kill her too?”

John knows about Kayla.

John’s not stupid.

John knows not to ask many questions. This is why I keep John around.

“Don’t know.”

I don’t want to. It’ll royally fuck shit up more than it’s already fucked, but I need her gone.

I pull myself out of the car and stand way too fast.

“Shit,” I hiss.

“Boss—”

“Shut up, John. Keep the car running. Unlock the doors as soon as you see me walk through that door.

Get in. Get her. Get out.

That’s how easy this needs to be.

This is still my club. This isn’t Kayla’s club.

Unlocking the maintenance door in the back of the club, I slip in and let the door lock.

This is still my club, but I don’t trust anyone here as far as I can spit.

“Mr. Gregory?” Stan, the head of the maintenance department, makes me jump at his boisterous voice.

“Hey, Stan!” Jesus fucking Christ I don’t need this right now. I need to find where Kayla’s keeping Harper and I need to get Harper out of here before any more harm is done.

Being on stage, that’s only for the most serious of performers. Sure, she did amazing when in the bedroom with me, but it’s all totally different when you have a crowd of strangers watching you.

“What you been up to, boss man? I’ve missed your smiling face around here.” Stan has always been the most lighthearted of all my employees. He’s been with me from the start.

“Just keeping busy, trying to get the St. Louis club open.” I keep walking, giving him the chance to let me go without a long ass conversation.

“Ah, man, I’ve always wanted to make it that way. You gonna need workers to fill the place, boss?”

“Maybe, Stan!” I wave him off as I keep my gimp pace up.