Last Goodnight

~°Chapter 21°~

I feel Sebastian's heated gaze on me as I finish the last bite of my third pancake he generously made for breakfast.

I meet his eyes under my lashes. His eyes are a dark shade of blue, hooded with promising secrets that are waiting to be uncovered. I can only imagine his frustration of wanting a release after my little performance in his room earlier. I'd woken up feeling refreshed and in a much better mood. I was grateful to be back with my guys.

I chew on my bottom lip nervously as I stand up and go around the table to sit on Sebastian's lap. His bulge doesn't go unnoticed as it pokes my thigh. He wraps his arms around me instantly.

"Do you think Wez will be mad?"

Sebastian leans closer until his lips connect with mine. "I can't answer for him." He says softly.

I place my head on his chest listening to his heart beating. His hand draws soothing circles on my back. We hear someone walking down the stairs. I move to get up and sit across from Sebastian just as Wez himself walks in. He looks between us with narrowed eyes before helping himself to the stash of food on the counter. The awkward silence looming in the air has me squirming in my seat uncomfortably. Wez casually places his food on the counter, searching for utensils. 
He pauses what he is doing and makes his way over to me with a half hearted smile as he embraces me, catching me completely off guard. I tentatively wrap my arms around him.

"It's good to see you awake and eating." He grins.

"Thanks Wez, for everything."

"I didn't do anything besides track your location. It was Sebastian who went out to find you regardless of my orders." Wez says pointedly.

Sebastian clears his throat. "We still have the police to deal with. A few officers were dispatched near the wreckage."

Wez shakes his head. "We heard about that mishap and have dealt with it. You are both off the hook. I would like to speak with you after breakfast Adina." Wez says firmly, making it obvious that Sebastian is not welcomed.

Sebastian shifts in his seat before diverting the tension onto a different topic. Unfortunately it's one where I am placed in the spot light. "What happened last night?"

I look between him and Wez. "Another vehicle hit the police cruiser and made us crash into a ditch. The car flipped over and the officer was unconscious. I remember three figures approaching my side and they pulled me away and into a black land cruiser. I blacked out from then." 

Wez is eating slowly as he listens to every detail of my story. "When I came to I was restrained on a wooden table with leather cuffs. One of the guys was a large overweight bald man. He kept injecting me with a clear liquid. I met their leader Derek. Derek was trying to get information out of me regarding all the dirty work Maqueuly was involved in. He mentioned Black. When I didn't answer his questions he had his goon punch me." 

A flashback suddenly occurs in my head. Whether it had been a dream or not was still up for debate. It was hard to determine because I was drugged up most of the time. 

"You are going to enjoy this. Just stay very still and it won't hurt so much." Baldy had whispered as he rubbed himself against me.

I could feel his hands gripping my thighs as he adjusted himself on top of me. I looked around despite my state searching for a weapon to use against him. I felt the affects of the drugs pushing my body to give up the fight and let myself sleep. 

I shook my head stiffly in response to his nasty demand. I didn't want this, I hadn't given him permission to touch me this way. A rogue tear slipped from the corner of my eye as baldy tore my shirt apart. I pulled against the restraints as his mouth lingered along my collar down to my breasts. He pushed my bra up freeing my breasts much to my dismay. Bile rose up my throat as I felt him unbuttoning my jeans. I scrunched my eyes shut and wiggled in my last attempt to push him away. My actions angered him and a loud resounding slap echoed in the room. I felt the ache of pain it left on my cheek as my head flopped to my side.