Page 42 of Scarred Sacrifice
Nyx raises a brow at me. I look to him, and then to the elevator. “I didn’t drug him,” I repeat before running off towardsthe elevator. I pull out Henry’s fingerprint and Nyx is hot on my heels.
“What are you doing?” he hisses. I ignore him and continue, placing Henry’s print over my thumb and placing it on the scanner. The light turns green and the doors open. I jump in, but Nyx just stands there.
“Just give me two minutes, then sound the alarm. It’s all I ask,” I plead, knowing he could report me instantly. The doors ping and begin closing. Nyx’s jaw is set tight before he jumps in with me. I turn to him. “What the fuck are you doing?” I hiss.
“I don’t fucking know, but I know I’m not about to leave to get fucking killed, which is what Henry will do when he finds you down here,” he growls.
I move and stand toe to toe with him. “It won’t be me getting killed, it will be him. Now stay out of my fucking way,” I seethe.
We both stand there, glaring at each other, the tension crackling between us. My heart is thundering in my chest as he steps forward, forcing me to step back until my back hits the cold metal of the elevator. His eyes are full of frustration and anger as his gaze flickers to my mouth. The adrenaline, the anger, and the lust coursing through my body is close to exploding. Suddenly, the doors ping, breaking the moment. Thankful, I push past him and run out of the doors to the huge door Isabella told me about. I do the fingerprint again, and after the door unlocks we walk in. I look around. It’s just a normal office. Well, for a security protected underground bunker office, it’s pretty standard.
I quickly move around, pulling out draws, rummaging through paperwork.
“What is it exactly you are looking for?” Nyx asks. I look up at him before I continue to hunt, not giving him an answer. “Oh, come on. I’m here risking it all to help you,” he argues.
He has a point, but I still continue to look. “Proof,” is all I say.
“Proof on what?” he asks.
“Just proof,” I state. Truthfully, I don’t know. I need shipments, and I need a money trail, locations. He sighs and starts hunting, and that’s when I notice that the wood at the bottom of Henry’s desk is a slightly different shade. Bending down, I run my hand along the base of the leg, feeling a little switch. I press it and a loud click sounds. I look up and see the bookcase opening like a door. “Of course he has a hidden door,” I huff, rolling my eyes. Walking towards it, I peek inside and see it’s a large storage cupboard full boxes of files. I panic. I can’t take all of these, and I don’t have time to go through them all. “Shit,” I mutter. “Why can’t he just have things on a flash drive like a normal person?” I complain.
“Because paper is easier to burn,” Nyx answers, lifting the lid on one of the boxes. “Fuck,” he curses.
“What is it?” I ask, walking over to him, I peer over to see what he’s looking at. He has one of the files open, and on the first page is a picture of a young girl, probably only sixteen, with a number board hanging around her neck. Written below is the buyer’s information. “Why would he keep all this information?” I frown, flicking through the rest of the pages, seeing girl after girl, all with the same image and buyer’s details.
“So they don’t suddenly grow a conscience and rat him out. They do, he’s taking down each and every one with him,” he states.
“I need all of this information,” I whisper, not wanting to leave a single girl behind.
“This is what you came for,” Nyx states, looking at me.
I don’t answer him. I just start pulling down the boxes, not knowing how I am going to get all of this out of here. I have to try. I must find a way.
“I’m sorry,” I hear Nyx mutter.
I don’t look up as I try to take every piece of paper and fold it and shove it down my dress. “Huh?” I ask. I hear the click of agun and I look up, seeing Nyx stood there, aiming a gun at me. I freeze, looking at him with confusion. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m doing what needs to be done,” he says.
I fold my arms across my chest. “I knew you weren’t to be trusted. I could feel it in my gut, but I chose to shut it down, all because of my fucking libido. I will find you and kill you,” I seethe.
His jaw clenches. “You won’t,” he states.
“Oh, I will. Even if I die, there will be others that will come for you,” I threaten. I hear the ping of the elevator and in strides Henry. His eyes take in the scene before him, and his face turns beet red as his anger irrupts. He storms towards me, but I’m ready. I don’t have to hide anymore. This time his ass is mine.
I lift my leg in a high side kick, my stiletto heeled foot connecting with his face. He stumbles back, grabbing his face.
“Fucking bitch!” he groans as blood trickles through his fingers.
I stand, my fists up ready to fight. The sound of several guns being cocked echo around the room. I look around, seeing more of his men stood there, aiming their guns at me. Fuck.
Henry removes his hands from his face, his cheek bleeding as he smiles. “Silly little girls shouldn’t try and play grown up games,” he states before striding towards me. My fist falls at my waist side in surrender. Now it’s about surviving until I can get out of here. He backhands me hard across the face, making my head whip to the side. “Take her to the cells. I will be down once my face has been taken care of,” Henry orders.
I hold my face and look to see Nyx walk towards me. He grabs hold of my wrist firmly in his hand. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I say, spitting in his face. He exhales a slow breath, wiping my spittle from his face, before dragging me through to another door at the side. He presses his thumb to the keypad and it clicksunlocked. I stare up at him. “You’re a part in all of this, aren’t you?” I whisper stunned, looking up at him. He doesn’t meet my gaze.
I knew he was Henry’s assistant, and I thought he may have seen some stuff, but it’s more than that. He is a part it. He drags me through to a cell like room where cuffs are fixed to the wall. He pushes me against the wall, taking each of my wrists and locking them in the cuffs.
“You can’t even look at me. You’re fucking pathetic. The cuffs get you off? Or am I too old for your tastes? Maybe you prefer one of those sixteen-year-olds your boss likes to sell?” I spit angrily. He snaps, wrapping his hand around my neck and cutting the air from my lungs. I laugh. “Hit a nerve?” I wheeze.
