Page 43 of Beg Me

Olive goes over to the bar and Zander sits down with me. We both watch Olive as she walks over there, her hips swaying.

“So, public fucking huh?” I ask him. He just smiles bashfully.

“I can’t help it. I want to be inside her at all times. She’s like a fucking drug dude.” He tells me and I laugh.

Oh, don’t I fucking know it. That woman could spit in my face, stomp on my foot, and I would still kiss her fucking feet. She has this gods damned hold on me.

I look over at Zander, “I know the feeling. It’s fucking rough trying to keep my hands off her. Like, really fucking rough.” I commiserate with him.

We talk about gaming and guns, before delving into a bit about the club but in code so no one overhears us. After a while, I realize Olive hasn’t come back yet and look around. I don’t see her anywhere. Janice walks over to us, clearing the cups off the table.

“Where’s Oli?” I ask her. She looks right at me, her eyes widening a bit.

“Umm, I was just about to ask you that. She said she had to go pee, then get back to you guys like twenty minutes ago.” Janice walks swiftly back to the bar, setting the tub full of dishes down. She runs to the bathroom and runs back out, gesturing to us to follow her. We both chase after her.

Blood, there’s blood all over.

The two stalls are broken apart, the plastic walls destroyed by someone kicking them or falling into them or something.

I see her shoe on the ground and see fucking red. Zander whips out his phone to pull up the cameras. I pull mine out and bring up the app.

“What the fuck is that?” He looks over at me.

I chew at my lip nervously as the dot begins to blink on the screen. It shows her location being a couple of miles away and heading away from us at 80 mph. She has to be in a car.

“So uhh, one time, when Olive first wanted to start getting into knife play, I was cutting her neck, she was moaning, it was hot as fuck… While I bandaged her up later, I may have slid this tiny tracking device into her cut. She healed perfectly. I made sure of it. And now I can monitor her 24/7. I don’t!” I throw my hands up trying to justify it as Janice’s face turns to rage. “I don’t watch her ever!! I just have it as a backup safety net. It was a stupid plan, but I know where she is.” I shake my phone at them.

“You are such a typical fucking cop. Never following the gods damned laws.” She shakes her head at me and I scowl in return.

“Hey, do you want to find Oli or not?” She sighs and looks at the phone.

I send Zander the live link for her tracking so he can see where she is. He gets on his bike, Janice and I get in my car and we take off. He leaves the parking lot like lightning. He isn’t fucking around.

We both drive way too fast, but he is gone the second we hit the pavement.

“We’re coming, angel,” I whisper under my breath.

“We’re fucking coming.”

Chapter 26

Olive

Twenty minutes earlier

Ilean over the bar and shout over the music. “I’m gonna go pee, then go back to the guys!” Janice nods at me. I stumble to the back of the bar, holding onto the wall for support. How many shots did I have? Did I eat today? Oh, yeah I did, Zander got me nachos.

Mmmmmm, nachos sound fucking delicious right now.

I trip and some arm reaches out. I catch the arm as I fall, and save myself by gripping onto it for dear life. His arm pulls at me and I’m left standing looking at a man.

A man from my past.

I rub at my eyes trying to make the nightmare go away. But it won’t. Every time I open them again, he is there. Looking at me. I let go of him and jerk my hand back as I start to step backward. Trying to get back to the guys.

“Blake,” I whisper as I look into the beautiful eyes that have haunted my nights for the last decade. He grins at me and I feel my body recoil.

Why am I not moving? I’ve had nightmares about this moment so many times. I thought about what I would do. I planned to punch, kick, knee, and bite. Whatever I had to do to get away from them. Why am I freezing up right now?

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