Wicked Games

11-Eliana

Chapter Eleven| Eliana

Am I seeing things?

Surely the man I've just seen disappear through the narrow alleyway isn't who I think it is. I slip out of the van ready to follow, but my hand is grabbed tightly, and Reid pulls me back against his chest, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"Don't even think about it." He grits, tightening his arm around my waist and I wonder if he saw him too. While he keeps me secure against his hard body, he barks orders at the rest of the team. "Tank and Brick, I want you near the front looking out for any trouble. Elena, River, you too go around asking questions about Baker."

"And us?" Creed, who decided to join when he should be doing something else for King, raises his brow, pointing between him and a grumpy Brad, who has eyes on a girl at the door who doesn't look like she wants to be here, but with what she's wearing it looks like she hasn't got a choice and that this is her job.

Once you start working in this shit hole, it's hard to get out.

"You both come with me and Ellie." We all separate, Reid not letting go of my hand, and leads me into what I assumed was just a strip club, but my eyes widen when I see four men fucking a woman out in the open. I pause.

"Come on, Ellie." Reid grits, trying to pull me along, but I don't budge.

"S-She doesn't... she..." She doesn't want to be here in that situation. Her eyes are full of fear as the men take advantage of her and a sickly feeling settles in my stomach.

Reid is finally able to pull me away from one commotion, only dragging me through a room full of it. I'm trying to contain my anger and not shoot every sick fuck in this place, but I'm struggling. It brings back memories of being taken advantage of, I never got justice, and to this day it angers me. But I can do that for these girls, I can bring them justice.

Some girls swing elegantly on stripper poles, but when you really look at them, as gorgeous as they are, there are dark bags underneath their eyes showing how tired they truly are, and the eyes which I'm sure once shone with so much light are dead.

"Baby." Reid stops for a second, Brad and Creed taking the lead ahead. Reid's face twists in pain as he looks down at me. He knows. He knows from my reaction what happened to me after we were split apart.

"It doesn't matter." I pull my hand away from him and storm ahead, keeping my gaze forward before I lose my shit, and go shooting the place up. Reid catches up with my long strides easily, and I almost melt when he rests his hand softly against my lower back. I look up at him and he looks like he's fighting an inner battle himself.

We all turn down a corridor that has multiple doors on each side, screams and shouts coming from behind each one, and my fists clench. However, I stop in front of one door, and no sound comes from the other side.

My fingers hover over the door handle, but I make no move to answer it. Reid is tense behind me, and I think he's gathered what, or more like who is behind this door.

"Go with Creed and Brad, I'll meet you there after I've dealt with this," I tell Reid and his face turns.

"Not a fucking chance." I raise my brows.

"Please." I plead with him, lacing my hands with his. "I'll be okay."

He hesitates and exhales before nodding his head. I smile when he lifts my hand and places a kiss on my palm. "Ten minutes and if you're not out, I'm coming back here to kill him."

"Okay." I nod.

I turn back around and twist the door handle, throwing the door open to reveal a room full of darkness, the only light coming from the moon shining through the window. I hold my gun out in front of me, looking everywhere until I stop at the figure sitting at a desk, his back facing me.