Collateral Damage

Chapter 2

My focus drifted in and out of the jagged scar on his face, his blue eyes fazing into blazing dots getting closer and further apart. I knew what this meant and I needed to get out before anything happened. 

"Your ok" he whispers in his ear as my legs buckle into his stupid strong arms
"Please" I try to get out with the paralysis taking over
"Just relax" he chuckles as he lifts me

Then it was good night for me as everything goes black... 

Williams POV:
"Ok we've got her boss meet out front" I yell into the phone, over the annoyingly loud music playing in the club. 
I begin to walk out with the girl in my arms, looking down at her face I almost feel bad for her position in this gang war. But she was just a girl, just a pawn in the game. At least I had hope she would get out one day, she was too trusting for this world. Looking back I feel Charlie pat my back, his goofy smile stuck on his face
"Ahhh too easy man" he says 
"yea yea at least you dont have to carry her" I reply smiling as we walk out of the club 

Out the front we met Chase our boss. He had his usual scwol stuck on his face as always. 
"Get in idiots" he instructs pointing to the car. Charlie and I do as instructed chuckling to ourselves at the night we had in comparison to him. 
"And wipe her phone, we cant have those fuckwit brothers of hers catching on too soon, the chase is the best part of destruction" he demands rambling on 

"On it already boss" Charlie replies 
I look down at the girls face, she looks innocent in her sleep. Far different to the person she was in the club. 
"Make it rain girl, make it rain..." Charlie starts up singing
"Shut it!" Chase yells back making Charlie and I laugh 

Chloes POV: 

My body feels lazy and heavy in the awkward position I gradually wake from. Slowly I attempt to open my eyes as my head rolls back. Its bright wherever I am.

Ever so slowly my eyes open after many attempts and I blink at the brightness taking in a bedroom. The blond guy and the other boy with dark brown hair stood talking near the door, they hadn't noticed me so I needed to work out my surroundings before they did. I try to stand slowly but a tug at my wrists pulls my weak body harshly back creating a bang against the end of the bed.

The boys look over and smile

"Morning sleeping beauty" the one with the brown hair says
I glare at them "who are you exactly and why am I here" I say lowly
"Im William and hes Charles, and as for why your here you'll need to talk to boss" The blond (william) says as charles waves at me.

"Untie me" I ask innocently. Hoping maybe they wouldn't be such bad guys

They look at each other before looking back at me

Charles comes and kneels in front of me, "only if you promise to be good"
I rolled my eyes earning a strained laugh from William with his arms crossed
"Fine" I grumble
Charlie gives me a smile then unties my sore wrists from behind me, taking the rope back with him.

I turn looking at the bed behind me. It was unmade and that worried me
"Nothing happened we just let you sleep there. We aren't bad guys and your not a prisoner... actually you kind of are but its a pretty nice prison" Charles says as he nods looking around
"She looks like one" William chuckles

I glare "and what about you, you look like you got shanked in this prison" I spit back referring to his scar
"Sheesh she got you" Charles laughs loudly
"Better keep that tongue in check when talking to the big bad boss little prisoner" William says smiling back at me

Relieved that they weren't going to hurt me I took this time to slowly attempt to stand. My knees were wobbly and my head spun.
"Sorry about drugging you, but get dressed then you can talk to boss" Charles says as William leaves the room. William nods towards the mirror just as he leaves the room making anger boil inside me.

"And, sorry about him" Charles apologizes before ducking out of the room and shutting the door.

I made my way over to the modern white dresser, this room looked far to fancy to belong to a normal suburban house in my area. Leaving more questions than answers, that I would have to ask the "boss".

I looked through the clothes finding some interesting choices, but ended up picking out a black tank top and designer grey joggers. Obviously these people had money. My dress from last night was trashed and I looked disgusting with my hair everywhere so I picked up the clothes and took them over to the large bathroom connected to the bedroom.

The water felt good on my skin and it was hard to stay standing with the dizziness and fatigue dragging down my body. I applied the peach scented lotion I found in the shower and washed myself down thoroughly. Once finished I put on the clothes and tied my blond hair up in a messy bun. My light blue eyes looked tired and lazy with the purple bags adorning them.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door pulling my attention from the mirror.
"Are you decent" I head Williams voice
"Yea" I said in a soft tired one
William walks in looking me over. I felt vulnerable and self conscious with my situation.

"Not too bad, for a prisoner" he laughs

"Anyway time to meet the big guy" he says grabbing my upper arm and pulling me out of the bathroom

As he lead me down the hall I let his grip help me walk as I still struggled to see straight. I needed to get my wits about me and quickly. Bitch face on and deep breathes. We made it down the hall and stood at a large dark wood set of doors. William looked down at me
"Behave" He says in a low voice in my ear before he opens the door leading me in.