Pain And Pleasure 18+✓

Fifty

With a big piece of wood in my hand, I find some guy talking on the phone. I bang the back of his head and he falls like a sack of beans. Holy cow! I just hope he's alive. Immediately, I search through his pockets and grab his gun.

With all of my strength, I pull his heavy body away from the doorway.

There are a lot of drums inside the warehouse, blue-colored and sealed. I wonder what's inside but the scent of spirit overwhelms my senses. It's probably ethanol.

As I breathe again, the air is mingled with smoke, and I gather one foolish man having a cigar from across the room. Is he out of his damn mind? For all I know whatever is housed in this place is highly flammable, unless my Chemistry teacher was a total klutz.

But well... To each their own.

"What have I said about smoking your fucking pot here?" A man's voice thunders.

At least someone has a brain! I hide behind one drum, peeping at them discreetly from the opposite direction. The place is huge but fully occupied with merchandise.

"Sorry, boss, I—" A fist lands on a jaw, halting a speech.

"Get the fuck out of here! Now!" The grumpy one bellows, and he looks like the one in charge. "Wait!" he snaps, and the other one halts. "Where is Dino?"

"He stepped out. He got a call," he answers.

"You're all useless!" the grumpy one retorts.

He's big and muscled, his long hair tied up at the back of his head. There's a computer on the wooden table, and he frowns while looking at what could be footage of everything going on outside.

I can't see any of it.

"All clear, chief," he suddenly says into the radio call he's now holding.

Was he checking for an intruder?

I wait until he's all set on his chair, and my eyes find the staircase heading to the second floor. Maybe that's where Adrian is, but I don't know what's going on to have taken him this long. Is he okay? Has he found Jake? I'm losing my mind not knowing anything.

I'm about to move when I suddenly hear, "What should I do with the kid? He's still tied up in the big storage room."

' Some kind of electricity runs through me. Is he talking about Jake?

"Alright." He puts the radio call off and drags his long feet toward the table.

Big black boots wiggle as he reclines comfortably in his chair, whistling like a small-town don.

I know I'm impulsive and foolish by coming here even when Adrian specifically told me to stay put, but I can't wait and do nothing. Should I try searching for Jake? But what if there are many others on the second floor? I should look around.

Tentatively, I shift from one drum to another, my steps ever slow and quiet. I manage to make a swift exit and stick myself against the wall that's connected to the narrow staircase. I hold my breath, waiting to see if that guy has sensed anything enough to leave his post.

Fortunately, he's still there.

I exhale a breath before taking the stairs. There's no other soul on this side, but the more I ascend, the more I hear muffled voices of men talking. I halt, my chest heaved high, and my hands locked with the wall as if my life depends on it.

Again I take my chances and throw a glance. Just a few closed doors and one that's wide open on the right side. A small breath of relief escapes me, even though I'm not sure what exactly I'm doing here. Stupid! I close my eyes tightly, thoughtful.