Page 122 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“We’re done and heading downstairs. Jolie, excuse yourself and start heading outside.”

“I have to go, but if you give me your card, I’ll call you.” I mock-pout, really selling the illusion that I’m interested in him.

Martin slides out a business card and hands it to me. I slip from my chair and stumble on my damn heels, then straighten out my dress and head out of the bar. The lobby of the building is silent and empty, not a person to be found anywhere. A hand wraps around my mouth from behind and I’m pulled against a chest.

“And we meet again,” Martin sneers into my ear, the pungent smell of the whiskey on his breath burning my nose. I stumble as he pulls me along with him and into the elevator.

“What are you doing?” I mumble through his hand. “Let me go.”

“What fun would that be? I need to break in my new toy. Girls like you from broken homes make the best workers. Men like me are willing to pay top dollar for you.”

I close my eyes and sag into his arms. He thinks I’m drugged and there is no way I can fight him off in the lift. I need to buy myself time to kick his ass, or at least try.

The doors open and I’m dragged slowly out. I keep myself limp until I hear him swipe a card, followed by the click of the door. I throw my head back and am rewarded with a resounding crack as it smashes against his nose. His arms uncoil from my body to grab his face, and I fall to the floor.

“You fucking bitch!”

Scrambling backwards as quickly as I can, I stop when my back hits a wall. I brace myself to fight as he stalks towards me—I don’t want him to get me into that room. He looks even more menacing than he did downstairs, with blood gushing from his nose. The emergency exit door silently opens behind Martin, and I see Creed slip through, followed by Chester, who holds his finger against his lips.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I beg, holding my hands up in a pleading manner.

Martin smiles and grabs his cock, making me want to puke. “Oh, I’m going to hurt you, little girl.”

He grabs my hair and lifts me to my feet. I hold in a whimper as the action rips a few chunks of hair from my head. Once I’m upright, my body starts to involuntarily shake; I haven’t been in a position like this for a while.

Creed sneaks up behind Martin and throws his arm around his neck, holding him in a headlock. Chester stalks around the three of us, moving to stand in front of me. Creed tightens his arm, causing Martin to let go of my hair and reach up to claw at his arm to get him off.

I rush forward, throwing myself into Chester’s body. He wraps his arms around me as I bury my face into his chest, breathing in his comforting bourbon scent.

“Who the fuck are you?” Martin seethes, Creed giving him enough air to speak.

“Your worst fucking nightmare. You think you can drug my girl and live to see another day?” Chester snaps, moving me behind him protectively and throwing a punch into Martin’s stomach.

Creed drags Martin towards the open door, and I watch on in awe.

“Tenshi, go downstairs and wait with the others. We won’t be long.”

Martin kicks and screams, but it’s no use as he is pulled into the room. The thud of the door echoes through the hallway as it’s slammed, but I can’t seem to make myself move. I stare at the door, wondering what is going on behind it.

Tiptoeing to the door, I press my ear against the wood to see if I can hear anything, which I can’t. Noticing the key card on the floor, I bend down and pick it up, gritting my teeth as I slip it into the key slot and it beeps, flashing a green light. I slowly crack it open. Chester and Creed have their backs to me with Martin pressed against a wall. Chester’s holding him by the neck, arm outstretched.

“You were not supposed to die yet, but no one tries to hurt my Little Angel and lives to tell the story.”

Martin’s eyes bulge and his lips turn a weird shade of blue. I should push the door open wider and stop them, but men like Martin need to be eradicated, like the rabid animals they are. How many poor girls have fallen victim to this man, their bodies used and abused for a sicko’s pleasure?

When Martin passes out, Chester lets go of him and Creed pulls out some cable ties from his pocket. What sort of derangedmadman carries cable ties? Creed, that’s who. I lean a little further into the space to get a better view. The door creaks and both of their heads whip my way. With my cover blown, I push the door open wider and step into the room.

“Is he dead?” I ask, closing the door.

“No, just taking a nap. He’s coming for a ride with us, then I have some nice tools that will make him more willing to tell us what we need to know since this mission didn’t go as planned.”

“We need to pack everything up in this room ASAP. Jolie, grab his bags and start checking the room. There can’t be any evidence left behind. Kai is going to loop the security cameras, so we have approximately ten minutes,” Chester says without a care in the world, as if he didn’t just strangle a man.

I do what I’ve been asked, packing all of Martin’s clothes and toiletries, checking every closet and even under the bed. Everything that belongs to this man is packed and ready to go within minutes.

It’s then that I realise I lost my earpiece. “I lost my ear thingy,” I say to no one in particular.

“Don’t worry about it,” Brennan says from behind me, making me jump.How the fuck did he get in here without me hearing him?“It can’t be traced back to us. Let’s get out of here.”

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