Page 52 of The Don's Prisoner

He finally stopped and squatted next to me. He grabbed my hair and forced his mouth onto mine, kissing me with bared teeth and hate. I pursed my lips, trying not to let him, but he forced his tongue into my mouth. All I could taste was blood, and I hoped that he was disgusted by it. It didn’t seem to faze him, though, because when he pulled away from me, still controlling my head with the grip he had on my hair, he grinned.

“How is it that, even though I am this pissed off at you, you still make me hard?” he asked, releasing his grip on my head so that I could drop back to the floor. He turned me so I was lying on my back and straddled my hips, pinning me down, not that he really needed to. I was in no shape to go anywhere.

“You know, you’re even beautiful when you're covered in blood. Maybe more so now because I can see the truth about you now. It’s all over your face.”

He leaned over me and ground his pelvis into mine. He was hard, and I could feel him under his pants and through my own. The sick bastard was getting off on beating me, on forcing himself on me. How had I ever thought he was sweet and kind? How did I manage to pick him in the first place? It wasn’t the first time that I had wondered about that. But as he propped himself up on his hands and continued pressing down on me with the lower half of his body, I realized that he just had a very good mask. He hadn’t taken it off completely until now.

“What, are you planning on taking me against my will? That’s not a very manly thing for you to do there, Rex,” I croaked. “Didn’t think you needed to rape people in order to get laid.”

“I don’t,” he spat, and with all the rage in his eyes, he smacked me upside the head.

I lost consciousness then, as suddenly as if someone had turned off the lights.

Chapter eighteen

Giovanni

It was nighttime when we got to the warehouse site, but the construction crew was still there. They had lights posted up all over the site—huge bright lights that illuminated the entirety of the wreckage.

If I hadn’t known it had been a warehouse, I never would have guessed.

Only one section was still standing, no bigger than a child’s treehouse. All the rest was piles and mountains of debris—bricks, concrete, and metal littered the area, only partially cleaned up. Off to the right, a front loader was filling in a giant hole in the ground that looked like it had been a basement. Of course, it was hard to see anything clearly when my brain was screaming.

She had been in there, and now it was gone. Did he move her? Was she still here? Had he murdered her and dumped her body in the wreckage? Was she just gone? How was I going to find her now?

As soon as Robby stopped the car, I got out and started pacing. Where did I even start? Could I find out what Rex had done with her? It would take me ages to sift through all the rubble to try and find her. What was I going to do? What could I do?

“Maybe he took her away from here,” Felix suggested, coming up behind me as I paced in the parking lot.

“Yeah, maybe this was just a distraction?” Logan offered.

“Why would he level an entire building just as a distraction?” Robby asked. “And why tell the guys at the pub about having one last round of fun before demolishing it?”

“Yeah, none of that makes sense,” I agreed, looking out at everything. She was here. She had to be. That would be one hell of a “fuck you” to me. Demolish a building she was in and have me searching for her body for years just for confirmation. She would most certainly be here. “She’s here. I just need to figure out where.”

“Maybe one of the guys over there knows,” Felix suggested, pointing to a group of guys standing under one of the very bright lights looking at a large sheet of paper.

“If they knew something, don’t you think they would have said something?” Logan asked.

I shook my head and began walking towards them, the guys following behind.

“No, not necessarily. They may not have noticed because Rex didn’t want them to. Or he may have paid them off to not say anything. Everyone has a price,” I said, and when I was about ten feet away, the construction workers looked up.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to be here!” one of them said. He had on a white hard hat and a matching reflective vest as opposed to the others who sported yellow helmets and yellow reflective vests.

I ignored him.

“The man who hired you, his name is Rex McMillon right?” I asked. The white hat looked at his men and then closed the large white paper he was holding.

“I am not at liberty to answer any questions at this time. Please vacate the premises,” he said in a very managerial voice.

“The fuck we will,” Robby muttered behind me.

“Look,” I said, deciding to be straight with him. “Rex has a woman trapped here. I don’t know where she would be, but I need to find her. Can you please help me?”

He looked at me quizzically and shook his head.

There is no one here,” he insisted and gestured to the ruined building.

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