Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book 2

Chapter Thirty Seven

Bianca

Niko executed his plan very promptly leading me and grabbing the girl as we compiled out of the small door that led us back here in the first place.

But things don't continue as expectedly when I start to veer off from Niko with the encouragement of a hand that surely isn't his.

"Let go of me," I hiss in pain as I'm dragged by the wrist through the crowd of people. The hand holding my wrist is cold, and unlike Niko's warm and inviting touch, I recoil very quickly from the individual leading me away.

I try to turn away using my weight as a tool to pivot in the direction I want to head in, my aim is to head back to the group of people that are now lingering outside the door. Back to Niko, back to safety but my feet lose purchase on the floor, my body being lifted quite easily as if I weighed nothing.

The strong smell of aftershave fills my nostrils, a stark reminder of him, of Don Densel.

"Let me go! Let go of me," I begin to shout.

Pushing away from the body I find myself crushed against.

"Benji put me down!" I hiss.

"Be quiet, Bambi. Or you might cause a scene. I'm sure you don't want that," he tells me.

I'm shoved through a door, placed on my feet and then herded backwards as I trip whilst watching him hold a knife out to me.

"You don't need to do this," I argue, holding my hand before me. I think my deepest fear has manifested itself exactly as I would have expected it to. I watch Benji with wide eyes and careful interest. He's walking me confidently back to a room, his hand already holding the room key.

"Oh, I don't? You belong to us, Bambi and yet you're here with him. Fucking him. I think my father will forgive my lack of collecting her in return for taking you home where you belong," he spits at me.

"You know what will happen to me, you know the danger I'll be in. You can't be considering delivering me to my death," I argue.

He opens the door behind me, pushing me inside where I find myself in a turned down room with the same aftershave lingering in the air.

It's his room, and he's brought me here to—what exactly?

I need to keep him talking, if he's distracted I might get away without being—forced to do something I don't want. I just need to give Niko time to find me. Time, that's all I need.

"I don't give a shit what happens to you, you're just another girl in the long line of payments these men sell to us, Bambi. And you belong with us, and you damn well know it." His words are sharp, and his movements match. He walks towards me with his blade still pointing at me. The door is shut behind him and my eyes flicker to it and then back to him within a single breath.

"Stop calling me Bambi."

"Don't you like to be reminded of who you belong under, Bee?"

"Benji, I—."

Surprisingly, he pushes past me, heading for the opened suitcase on the bed. He shoves a few loose articles inside, then walks off to bathroom returning with a wash bag that goes in too.

I blink, like a retard. What in the hell?

"Don't play games with me, Bambi. Sit down," he scowls at his hands, speaking in the same tone as before. And yet his whole demeanour changes. He drops the knife on the bed, disregarding it as if it hurt him to hold it up to me.

I frown at the door I'm still stood before and I talk in a genuinely frightened and confused voice.

"Okay, okay. Where do you want me?" I ask.

"There," he point to the desk.

"I'll sit," I tell him, moving with my hand before me to show I'm playing his game. Even if it seems demented at this point. I walk to the desk, and I see a notepad and pen supplied by the hotel. Taking the pen I write down on the notepad.

What the fuck is going on. I write in a messy scribble.

"Father's going to be ecstatic that I found you," Benji tells me. He grabs the pen and writes in a neat italic handwriting.

I'm here with Alex. I won't hurt you!

"Didn't I tell you to sit, Bambi?" He almost growls like a rabid dog.

"I'm sorry, I'll sit," I ramble, ensuring to continue talking loud enough to cover up the scratch of the pen on the paper incase someone is listening in on us.

I don't understand, I write. Alex?

Alexandra Debois, he writes back swiftly.

"Good, don't move. If you do, I'll ensure you understand what your consequence will cost you," he tells me.

Niko's call for me makes my head snap up rather quickly, I headbutt Benji by accident making him cry out so softly that I wonder if he's fainted.

He hadn't, though he has moved away holding his nose as he zip up his suitcase.

I watch in disbelief as he wipes a little blood from his nose with an handkerchief.

"Come, quick," he shouts at me, yet he doesn't move from the bed. He grabs his suitcase and he points to the desk.

My eyes flick to the paper, and I nod. Grabbing it as quietly as I can before folding it and pushing it in my bra.

I turn to nod to him but he's gone out the window, leaving me alone as Niko's voice gets closer.

"Bee," his voice comes as a shadow sneaks under the door. I lurch forward, peering through the peephole to see him, and Alexandra with her blonde hair standing right beside him. How hadn't I noticed it was her back in the restaurant?

Opening the door, I scowl at her. What type of game is she playing?

"Oh, good, you still have her," I rant at the pair of them.

"What happened?" Niko asks me, ignoring my anger to pull me to him. He laces his fingers in my own, and he presses his body to mine. He cradles my jaw and kisses me tenderly.

"Not here, let's get her out of here," I tell him.

He quickly agrees, taking me out of the door way and through a conveniently placed fire exit.

Walking down an alleyway we reach the end to find Sven in our getaway car. Niko shoves Alexandra in first, following behind leaving me to climb in beside him.

"Bravo," Sven grins in the rear view.

"Just get us to the boat," Niko frowns angrily.