Shattering my Over-used Heart

Coles chapter - You drew memories in my mind, I never want to erase.

I clutch at my chest and rub my temples as Genevieve hands me a glass of water. "What the fuck was that?" I gasp out taking tiny sips, I look up at Genevieve holding the cup to my lips, and the phone in her other hand. "Wyatt says, doctor Ashwick is looking over tommy, he says the bond is dying, and you might be too" gen replies slowly as she recites what she can hear over the phone, I just nod my head and run a hand through my hair, well fuck this just got a whole lot worse. No scratch that, my parents being in my newly decorated office is worse than the harrowing pain I'm just recovering from. "Oh gosh" I hear gen whisper, as she opens the door for me and leads me by the forearm while my legs ache under my own weight. "Oh sweetheart" my mum mutters coming over to me, but my eyes are fixed on my dad assessing his old office, his desk being on the far-left wall, is now chopped wood behind the station, while my new grey two-tiered metal desk sits by the window to the centre wall. the left wall covered by two filing cabinets and a bookcase in between them, that Genevieve so kindly filled with pictures, recent and old. "I'm fine mum" I start, and wave her worried hands off me, my desk is clean, and each file cabinet is locked. "I've received calls-" my dad mumbles, but watching my mums hands fling to the side to shh him was enough to peak my interests. "About?" I slowly walk over to my padded office chair and pull it out leaning into it abit too much. "You closed all the Chasity houses?" my dad stands at the edge of my desk with his hands on his hips, his breathing is getting heavy, and I try not to breathe through my nose. "let's not talk about that-" my mother interjects, but my dad raises his hand to stop her, before I let him speak again, I find my stern voice and use it. "Closed every single fucking one of them and finding more, and going to close them too, until we find her" I answer, looking towards my computer screen. "Is she really worth it??" my dad's hands come down hard on my desk and the metal makes the slap louder than it needs to be. "Marius!" my mother gasps, and I take a breath in and close my eyes. "Get out" I whisper, both my parents raise their eyebrows. "Excuse me?" my dad questions, and I stand up. "Get out of my office now" I growl, my mother darting to my father's side pulling his arm towards the door. "we're go Cole, but were only trying to help sweetheart" my mother breathes slightly panicked, my father stares me down, and with my eyes on my mum, I rub my temples and sit back down at my desk, placing my elbows onto the cold metal and looking over the cream biscuit colour gen repainted the room in. "I hope to every god known, you know what you're doing" my dad seethes, before he slams the door. Before gen can open it again, Scott and dean race through and tip her files onto the floor, they scatter everywhere and gen fumes under her breath. "Another chain of clubs found!" dean shouts out before Scott, which receives him an evil side eye, but he smiles in return. "Witness confirmed" dean adds, and I get up from my desk. "How far?" I ask bending and picking up some paper files, Scott see's and copy's helping gen with the scattered mess they made. "We found the main one, fancy it tonight?" dean beams, we take off our police uniforms in the changing room and I shrug into a white dress shirt with black trousers, I watch Scott change into brown smart shoes, and lighter brown trousers with a white dress shirt and a dark navy dinner jacket. "isn't it a fucking strip club?" dean asks, wearing black trousers and a round collar black shirt, airing out an ash grey coat. "Yeah and?" Scott retorts smoothing his hair down after styling it. "So why the fuck is he dressed up?" dean asks me pointing to Scott, I give a small smile and look between them. "Because it's a strip club, you know how he is" I reply lazily, with a small shrug. "He thinks that's how he's going to meet his wife" I add finishing buttoning up my shirt, leaving the top two open, and heading for the door before I look back and watch dean scuff Scott's freshly styled hair and come up behind me. in a misty haze were walking towards the neon pink lighted edge double doors of this club, 'babydoll' I blink up to highlighted red glitter letters, with a pin up girl covering her tits and pussy with each hand. "classy" Scott says, adjusting his jacket, I hand the front door man a grand and while he's counting it, we walk straight in. we climb up three steps before the open plan foundation takes me back abit, its well-designed out, with long lines of small black leather sofas in squares, surrounding smaller square's that holds a dancer in various stages of undressing. there's no bar, so I'm stumped where to go and survey, until a waitress in babydoll lingerie approaches with a big smile, her hair and make-up done professionally, they ether look after their girls here or have a good make-up artist. her Smokey eyes matches the black lace she's wearing, her nipples apparent through the fabric. "Table for three?" she beams at us, holding only a small leather notebook, I turn my head looking up at the big disco-ball type sphere spinning from the ceiling, that's lighting the name of the club onto the white tiled floor, in bright pink letters moving in smaller circles, Scott pushes to the front. "If you will" he answers, and we all follow her, through the big gangway they have between each line of sofas, the sensually beating music flows through this place as were showed a free table. "First off, what are we catering for?" she asks, as I still stand looking over every face of the girls here, I have an ignition of small hope that I see her. but dean sits down and spreads his arms on the back of the leather. "What do you mean?" Scott asks still standing next to our waitress, she holds the pen to her lips and twirls it. "Well, it's obvious to me, he's an alpha–" she signals to me, and I glance at her then look between Scott and dean, dean smiles and looks away, while Scott slowly sits down on the right-hand side part of this couch and spreads out, crossing his legs. "How can you tell?" I ask, a crease forming in my brows as I look behind her at the other sofas that are occupied. "were trained too, my next best guess is wizards?" she looks between Scott and dean and Scott holds his thumb up, she writes this down, then presses a button on the small square in front of us and we watch a solid steel pole raise up until it's about 8ft. she smiles at all of us, and I swear she's looks at us up and down, trying to suss us out, we probably don't look like regular clients, I take a seat and lean back, still looking over the club. "what's the plan?" dean asks, hunching over but not moving from his place. "try not to drink anything here-" I start to say as a women steps up onto the middle-Ish cube and walks around the pole, the low base song vibrates the floor and sends vibrations up my legs, Scott looks up this girls legs and towards the small pair of underwear she's wearing, along the suspender belt holding up long socks with white bows on, the strapless bra barely holds her breasts in, but she soon takes it off while she spins and slowly dips down the pole, were handed our drinks and I pretend to take a sip but sniff it, its strong whisky, the enchanted kind, I send a text off to gen to ask if tommy or Casey sell to this place. before pocketing my phone and hold my drink on my knee, I try to look over to every other table but not make eye contact with the guys that are jacking it over the dancers. "I could talk to some dancers, while you find bodyguards?" dean tells me in a whisper but with the music, I can barely hear him. "Look around" I instruct back, and he does a small look around. "There are no guards, no management, only dancers" I add and its deemed true when a girl perches herself onto my lap straddling me, my hands immediately go to the back of the sofa, and I see from behind her that girls have also sat with dean and Scott. I gulp in response, swears enter my head, I try not to look down at what she's wearing, so I turn my head from side to side looking for any sort of management. Her hands land on my shoulders carefully and she smiles. "You wouldn't happen to have seen someone I'm looking for?" I lean forward abit and talk in her ear, she starts to rock her hips. "Depends on who you're looking for?" She replies and sways her hips from side to side, I stay perfectly still. "Brown light hair, pear green eyes, goes by the name of lacey" I ask, and I watch her face for any tell signs, she doesn't show anything but confusion, and the dreaded fear and desperation I smell coming off her. "You're here looking for a girl?" she stops dancing, and stares at me. "She was taken" I clarify, and her eyes go wide, she looks around quickly and takes her hands off my shoulders holding them around herself, trying to cover any modesty she has left, she then gets off my lap without talking and leaves the area were in. I turn my head and watch her, hearing Scott's groans brings me back towards him, with one girl in his lap and flipping her hair, his hands cover her near bare ass, while I look over to dean whose sat next to his dancer, already possibly told her he's married, but its policy she has to sit with him is my guess. a bottle comes down over my glass filling it more, and I hold it steady. My eyes catch the sparkling make up of this other girl, matching to the pure white of her laced up corset, the cuffs and choker match with frilly white lace. "Do you mind if I take a seat?" she asks and points next to me, I shake my head and make room for her next to me, but to my horror she sits on my lap, her back cradled into my front as she lays her head onto my shoulder, I groan and look away my eyes narrowing in annoyance. "We can tell whose taken, we just have to look like were dancing for you" she whispers turning her head into my neck before I can answer. "Who are you looking for?" she queries, while grinding back and forth on my lap. "Brown hair, pear green eyes,17, called lacey" I articulate turning my head so I can talk directly into her ear, she slides her body down mine and turns between my legs. She takes my drink and sets it down on the seat, then straddles me. "When was she taken?" she dips her head towards my ear then arches her back, she takes a look around while adding a grind. "Couple of weeks ago" I covey back, she takes my hands and places them on her hips, but I freeze, she darts her eyes upwards, but I don't follow. "it's only for the cameras, another alpha being here has already got us all on edge" I nod slowly, looking over to Scott who's downed his fourth drink. "Who took her? Which clan?" she asks, dipping her head into my neck, more than one clan takes girls? Her body is abit too close for my liking, so I move by turning my head to look the other way, that's when I finally see bodyguards emerge from a hidden door that was covered by beads, fucking perfect, I think. "Castilian" I deadpan her, trying to assess what's about to happen. she stills and stops dancing, my head darts to hers and we lock eyes. "They may be holding her somewhere, there's only one girl here who came from them, and she was so broken she killed herself on a broken bottle, slashed herself right open first chance she got" she deadpans me back and my eyes widen. "Just save us all and I'll tell you everyth-" she blurts out, but its short lived when the big bodies come into view from the side, three big guys stand there in black shirts and trousers, all with earpieces, I carefully and easily lift the girl up and off my lap and place her next to me as she blinks in bewilderment. "Is there a problem?" I ask raising an eyebrow, leaning on my knees still sitting, dean stands, while Scott holds his arm in front of his dancer, shielding her. "we've been told to handle you, asking too many questions" this guy on the left gruff out and I side eye him, shit same size as me about, I internally curse. Also, if they cater for folklore, I can only guess what he is, before I can analyse the situation anymore, a punch comes from the dude and I move back in time for him to swing pass me, I quickly duck under it and headbutt him directly into the bridge of his nose. Watching the blood pour down his face, he hisses out a loud fuck, making blood spray over me, I wince my eyes when I feel it drop on the side of my face and onto my shirt. "We weren't here to make trouble" dean holds up his hands, until he steps up onto the pole dancing table and brings his foot into the face of the middle guy, pushing him back onto the floor, I hear Scott laugh and clap his hands together, but then wiggles his fingers and looks shocked at his hands. "Oh fuck, my magic doesn't work!" he yells, and I swear me and dean both eyeroll. "Told you not to drink! you dumb fuck!" dean shouts back, before he's taken out by an uppercut by the last guy in this defensive line up they cornered us with, then a sudden sharp gut shot, he falls off the cube and staggers, my eyes watch the middle dickhead regain composer from deans kick and when he's crouching to stand up, I bring up my foot and kick him in the side of the face, watching his head swing to the other side violently. "Shit man! we're not getting out of this!" Scott called out pointing to more bodyguards flooding out, by now the girls have screamed and scampered, while some guys stay sitting to enjoy the show and others have some common sense and left, the music and lights carry on like nothing's happened. "What are we doing Cole?" Scott slurs, standing behind me as I raise my fists, I watch the guards stalk closer. "Cole? we maim or kill?" Scott asks quickly the panic in his voice shows, dean stands next to me on the other side "Cole?" he questions too, the guys almost jog up to us. "COLE?" dean shouts this time and looks at me quickly, I see Scott clench his fists and bring them up. "Maim or kill?!" Scott yells when the guys are a step away from us, I can't think of a sensible way to get out of this so I punch the first guy in the gut, his head groans downward giving me the perfect place for an uppercut which I take, with my right, then knock him back the other way with my left, I step through the crowd of frantic people and duck my head back when the next swing comes my way, I step back and whip my head from side to side trying to figure out who's attacking me and whose just trying to run out the club with their dicks out, I pant lightly and roll my shoulders, I slowly look over to my slight left then right and watch two guys measure me up, I bring my fists up, I can't let them get the surprise on me, I fake a left punch but put him on his ass with my right, he falls to the floor taking a table cube with him, spilling drinks over the floor as I hear glass shatter beside me, I throw a big left punch to the other guy who blocks but I use his opening as a chance to rib punch him with my right, when he drops his guard, I sucker punch him with my left, he hasn't even raised his fists and it makes me wonder if there trained to fight or just look scary? I take his lack of training and throat punch him, taking a step back when he falls to the floor clutching his neck, spit drooling out his mouth while he tries to breath. I take another step back when he throws up, I look up to see Scott struggling to get out of a bear hold, until he belts his head back and smashes into the guy's face, that gets him loose and he turns briskly to lay a punch into the side of the guy's face, whilst staggering he picks up another drink and gulps it back before putting his thumb up at me with a big smile on his face. I watch him get tackled over the sofas, but scoff a laugh to myself, when I watch his hand with his drink still safe come back up over the sofas edge, a hand comes pass my face, barely scraping by my chin, I step back as he comes at me with another punch. I duck out the way and side step him, panting and my eyes darting to the bodies crowding around myself, I get the slight wonder if I should of called Tommy, then again I didn't know it would end up like this, the guy measures me up and takes a big swing with his left, before I can step back anymore, my back hits a wall, I pull up my fists again tighter, my dad's shouting echoes around me, I put my chin down, eyes to the front, hands up, arms close to my body, and steady my feet for the body rotation, everything drilled into me with hours, years even of training, I wasn't expecting the guy coming at me to duck while the guy behind him throws a cubed chair, but I shoulder it and keep my eyes open, I duck below the first guy and quickly left right the first guy in a quick double hit, he turns but doesn't go down, I haven't got time to finish him so I turn to the dickhead about to grab me, he's already throwing a punch, I raise my left forearm and take the hit to successfully hunch and deliver two gut shots, the guy who I didn't finish off grabs me from behind. I try and turn but realise he's got a wire around my neck, so instinctively I try to pry my fingertips under it to give me some much-needed oxygen, I see a bright shine of light before the guy falls and takes the wire with him, as dean stands there with his hands still glowing. "We have to get the fuck out of here!" He shouts, and I nod in agreement, only for the back doors to open and close abruptly and we all look over to Scott whose blocked a guy from punching him, while still holding his drink, then used the guy to lean his back onto, to kick another guard away from him, only to spin, swap hands with his glass of alcohol and swing a punch, then take a mouthful. "I don't know if he fights better drunk or sober?" dean mutters to me, and I actually laugh, the music stops and the lights turn on, lighting the ruin we've actually done to this club, as guys lay over the floor some holding their stomachs, others their faces, two are out cold spread across some sofas, and blood has ruined this white marble. I look over to a short fat guy, holding a cigar, puffing the smoke around the two big guys protecting him, his greasy black hair, gelled to the side along with his pencil moustache, I watch his big lips suck in the cigar again, while dean and Scott stand behind me. "Well, well, well what's happened here? it's not every day we get an alpha here, making trouble!" he announces, through all the groans of the men piecing themselves together around us. "And he's allied with wizards" comes his next words, I look over at dean and Scott, seeing them evaluate the situation, and mostly were fucked with Scott drinking whatever nulled his power. "We were just looking for someone" I rasp out still panting a little bit, but I've lowered my fists to my side. "everyone's always looking for something, blonde, brown, great tits, virgin" the cruel words roll off his tongue, while I take in his black two-piece suit with white pin stirps, its ungodly horrid. "Tell me? what made you think your girl is at one of my clubs?" his eyes find mine and I stare him down. "How did you-" I ask taking a step forward, but his two men take a step-in front of him. "don't think we don't have our own chain of communication, you've shut all the chastity clubs, there competition but still... only a matter of time before our clubs were targeted" he huffs, while griping that smelly cigar between his stubby fingers. "But first tell me, which one are you?" he asks narrowing his brow, taking a good long hard look at me, I crease my brow and stand up abit straighter. "Which one am I?" I almost parrot him befuddled. "You the dangerous one? Or the cop?" he asks putting the cigar back into his mouth like this is all amusing to him, my shoulders slightly slump, and I hear Scott chuckle looking away. "Oh man that's cold" Scott whispers and I get the jest of the mocking joke, when I don't answer him, he keeps his eyes on all of us, I think he made his mind up before I could plead my case. "You came to my land, made a mockery of my establishment, thinking you could what? Save your girl?" he jeers with a laugh at me and that's when I step forward, only for the shot to be heard and my leg to buckle out from under me, I tumble to the floor, I grip above my knee rapidly, fuck it won't stop bleeding, the hot searing pain is too much and I curse out a grunt, through clenched teeth I hold onto my leg, Scott gets pulled away from our three man formation, I turn my head to see a warded knife stab into his lower left hip and get dragged up through his chest, ending at his right shoulder. His screams fills my ears, dean appears behind the guy in a quick haze and holds onto the side of his temples, I see it in his eyes before I give him a nod, he snaps the guys neck, its only when I fling myself over to catch Scott, I hear the short guy bellow out. "Shoot them!" before we are all transported in front of the doc in his hospital, falling out and over each other into a small corridor, I clutch my leg trying to stifle the bleeding, unlooping my belt and making a tourniquet, tightening it with my teeth. "DOC!" I scream, as he drops his files and runs towards us. "Scott! SAVE SCOTT! knife, warded" I heave while the lava that's inside my leg slowly melts out the other side, the silver bullet clunks against the floor and that's when I loose conscious.