Restoring Hope

13. he escaped❤️‍🩹

Power P.O.V

Its been three days and those girls still haven't cracked yet.

Maybe it's because we're not really torturing them how we normally torture our enemies.

I couldn't hurt her so I left it up to them, only to find out that they've been down there giving free haircuts and having makeovers.

Right now I am in my office with Xavier and Justin while we run another background check on the girls.

"I don't know boss. They're pretty tough, they are not telling us a slither of information." Justin says as he sits in the chair in front of my desk.

Maybe it's time for me to go back down there. I'm sure I'll get answers from them then.

"I'm going down there myself. Keep an eye on things up here." I say while standing up and walking towards the door.

"Yes boss." He says. I turn to see him already in my rolling chair, spinning around. Idiota.

On my way downstairs to the basement, I think of techniques to use to get these girls to speak.

Walking up to the door I hear the girls whispering inside the basement. I unlock and open the door as the whispering quickly fades. Neither of them looks at me.

I walk in front of Kaliyah's chair and both of them still refuse to look or speak to me. Odd. Could they have been discussing information about my club?

My club is important to me. My club is the cover for what I actually do. I could just open up another club if I wanted to, but if someone is messing with this one, then who's to say they won't mess with the next. Also, they must know that my club isn't just a club if they're bothering it.

Before I could ask them what they were discussing, the friend speaks.

"We want a threesome with Power." What the fuck? Threesome? I mean that actually doesn't sound too— no.

I stare at Moore for her reaction to see if this is true. When she looks at me she looks just as shocked as me.

'Oops.'

Clearing my throat I completely ignore the friend and pull a chair back up to in front of Kaliyah's chair. Kaliyah is too long to say whenever I refer to or think of her- I need a different name for her.

Thinking back to her background check, it revealed that her middle name is Gabriella. Kaliyah Gabriella Moore. Gabriella means 'God is my strength.' Hmmn Briella? Nope. Bella it is.

I sit backwards on the chair in front of her, leaning it on its back hind legs so that I'm closer to her.

"You want to have sex with me bella?" I ask in a calm but amused tone. She doesn't reply, instead glaring at me like she wants to kill me.

"Leave her alone," her friend says. I ignore her again and continue to stare at bella.

Sighing deeply, I get up and walk over to the table. "This could have been so simple bella" I say as my hand hovers over a knife and mini sledge hammer. "All I wanted you to do was tell me what you're planning against my club and who you work for," I pick up both and then turn around facing her. "But you just love doing things the hard way, so I guess I have to force it out of you instead," I finish before letting out a low chuckle.