Professionally Perfect

Chapter 31

Kimberly.

"Of course we can, princess." My body was stiff. My organs were shutting down on me, they had to me. Seeing another human being should not precipitate this feeling from another.

Eli never was my favourite of Robert's friends when we were young. He was disrespectful, sly, insensitive and just a complete and utter mean person. He was childhood friends with Robert and someone that he just couldn't shake. No matter what Robert did he just couldn't get the message across that he didn't want to be friends any longer.

That was until Robert found out Eli had been running a sex-trafficking operation behind his back. Robert told him he'd rather suffer a bullet to his skull than willingly sentence women and children to torture.

Ties were cut then. Or at least until now, I suppose.

"What are you doing?" What else was I to say? I wouldn't give him the benefit of screaming for help, he'd enjoy it too much.

He lounged about like he had no cares in the world. Kicking his feet up on my desk, he shot me a smile, while flashing me his gun. A warning if I had ever seen one. "Well, back in Wales, I'll admit I was sloppy. I was angry over some stupid article and I wanted revenge. But now, I have changed tactics."

"Is one of those tactics stalling? Get to it."

"Instead of drawing you out, I decided to step right into the source. What I want is very simple, Kimberly. I've had a contract written up and I've had it checked by my lawyers." Finally, he took his shoes off my desk, instead choosing to stand. "It very simply states that in the unfortunate case that you and Robert die, then every part of the business will be mine, and I think I will choose this to be my very office." His hand came down harshly against my desk, punctuating his ridiculous plan.

A laugh crawled its way out of my throat. "Why would we sign anything? What, we die if we do and we die if we don't?" I still wasn't entirely sure how he even got in considering you need a specific key to enter my office, but I already knew if I asked, I would not receive an answer.

A loud crash pulled a gasp from my throat. It wasn't coming from my office, but that only worried me more. I spun on my heels to reach for the door but instead felt myself being thrown against it. "I don't think so." Eli's tight grip on the back of my head was like a vice, I attempted to kick and punch, but considering I couldn't even see the man I wasn't having much luck.

"Why is it you always go for me and not Robert? Does he scare you?" I tried to sound strong, but when my cheek was painfully pressed against a door it was hard to sound serious at all.

Eli scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. If it wasn't for you, Robert and I would still be working side by side. He only pretends to be good to impress you, it's sickening."

"I'm sorry you can't get your dick wet, that must be hard for you." I barely got out my snide remark before Eli was pulling my head back to smack it against the door. I let out a loud groan at the stinging pain in my forehead.

Another groan was heard, though it wasn't mine. "Ah," Eli chuckled, I could almost hear the shit-eating grin that most definitely adorned his stupid face. "Now you can go take a look."

When hearing such a sentence you wouldn't think the owner of the mouth it came from would take hold of your upper arm and drag you out himself, with the barrel of a gun pressed snuggly against my temple. Dick.

I was dragged out into the main floor. All the desks had been cleared, chairs fallen, papers everywhere. The only other people that populated the room were Eli's men.

And Cole Ramsey.

The blonde stood struggling against three huge men. Although he kept fighting it was obvious there was no escaping. His eyes filled with fire once he saw that I too was in a similar predicament.