Personal affairs

Chapter 33

Alexandra's POV

Ronnie and I sat down stairs in the living room eating dinner together and going over the details of the home. I found out that it's actually in Vegas, which he remembered I said I wouldn't mind living there when we went during tour, and that made me very very happy.

It's on a big hill top, and has a nice open back yard, for the dog I'll hopefully convince Ronnie for, open spacious concept inside the house, very modern yet classic in some of the decor details, I can't wait to make the move and get out of California.

" now then, the lady said I could get the keys whenever I'm ready after tour, this house is already sold, managed to sell it while on tour. So that's all taken care of. Anything else you can think of babygirl?" He asks leaning back in the couch sipping his bourbon.

" okay so I was kinda scared to ask but now that you ask..... can we get a dog?" I trail off then ramble out quickly from my nerves

" little less courage the cowardly dog, more English darling." He said and I couldn't help but bust out laughing holding my stomach as I do

" whew okay okay, could we get a dog?" I say slower and he sips his bourbon contemplating

" as long as I can name it." He said raising an eyebrow

" Yayy!" I say excitedly jumping just a tiny bit in my seat

He chuckles a little and leans back in the couch resting his head on the back of it.

" I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I say to him giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking away

" you gonna be okay by yourself?" He hollers up the stairs

" yes Ronnie baby I'll be fine I promise." I say laughing and shaking my head

I go into the master bedroom and use the bathroom, once done I walk out and hear my phone vibrating I pick it up and the number is one I don't recognize and with my luck with unknown numbers I really don't know if I want to answer it.

With anxiety coursing through my veins and my body wanting to go into trauma mode, I let my feet guide me back down stairs to Ronnie where he is now in the kitchen cleaning up dinner. The number stopped calling, and just as I was about to say something to Ronnie the same number calls again.

" uh Ronnie do you know this number?" I ask him letting him take my phone

" no I don't think so, you don't either?" He asks handing my phone back to me

" no I don't why do you think I'm asking you, they've called twice now." I tell him folding my arms

The phone call stops and a ring sounds off. Meaning someone left a voicemail, then another ding. I pick up my phone, opening it and let out a blood curdling scream, throwing my phone across the kitchen.

" what!! What was it?!" Ronnie tells instantly coming to me where I am now my back pressed against the wall as I shrink down it

I couldn't speak, I couldn't even fathom what was on the screen. My naked body. On that fucking table. Andy over me. Cock in mouth. Pictures of the burn marks he put on me while I was unconscious, my body hanging as he fucked me. All of it everything was right there. I don't even want to know what other things he did while I was unconscious that Milo never mentioned. He never even said Andy came around besides when I first was taken. That fucking bastard.

" you got to be fucking kidding me." Ronnie says looking over the photos and picking up his phone dialing someone then comes back to me.

" yeah Chris, we got a problem." Is all Ronnie says before hanging up then enveloping me in a hug trying to comfort me