His Vanilla Girl | ✔

Chapter Thirty

"Sit!" Harley shoved Maria onto the couch while his henchmen closed the curtains. He was none too happy with her. She bit him on the hand when they stepped out of the elevator, and she almost got away, but he tackled her from behind, almost knocking her teeth of her mouth when she hit the ground. Now her jaw hurt and she was certain she chipped a tooth.

"We're trapped," one of his men growled, peeking his head out the curtain, spying all the cop cars down below.

"Have you forgotten that I'm a cop, too?" Harley snapped.

"Ha," Maria snorted, "you'll never be a cop again after this."

"Only if I get caught, missy, and I've been on the force long enough to learn a few tricks." He produced two room cards, two for the fifth floor. That's when she realized they were in an adjoining room, one that had a door between two suites. They were going to play leaproom. As soon as the cops checked the one, they would sneak into that one while this one was checked, without using a swipe card.

She had to think of something, anything, to get herself out of this mess. "Why me?"

"Sylvester is a little shit who deserves to get whatever is coming to him. He stole the first girl I ever loved right out from under me, and whatever girl he wants, he gets. And since I can't seem to kill him, I'm going to take the one girl he likes right out from under him, too. Oh, I just loved banging his sister, knowing he couldn't do anything about it. And I'm going to screw you until you hate it, so much so, that you'll never want another guy again."

Maria gasped and slinked as far away from Harley as she could on the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest. Her muscles tightened viciously under his evil perusal. There had to be something she could do to get herself out of this. She wasn't helpless. Heck, she was a security guard and a writer. If anyone could come up with a way to get out of this, it would be her. She refused to be that helpless female.

Sitting on the couch while the three men conversed quietly on the other side of the room, she watched them. Studied them. Observed how they moved.

Harley was her main concern since he was a cop and would likely know how to battle it out as much as her, but the others, they didn't carry as much confidence in their strides, especially the smallest of the three.

He was about Maria's height and skinny as a toothpick, but she knew that size didn't matter. The smallest of people could take down a six-foot-tall guy if they knew how. But this kid, his eyes belayed his fear of being caught and his hands shook as he held the gun in his grip.

The other guy was a little taller than Harley with a slightly larger build, but he didn't seem to care much for Harley. His face was a little softer than the other two, almost like he didn't want to be there.

Maybe she could use that against him somehow. She took a few deep breaths, trying to stay calm, despite her runaway heart pounding in her chest. One wrong move and she'd be breathing her last.

"Floor one clear," a voice squawked over Harley's radio, making Maria's eyes narrow. Of course, he'd bring the police scanner with him. How else would he know when to make the room switch.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she said, getting up from the couch.

"Arnold, go with her," Harley told the bigger guy.

"You want me to go in the bathroom with her?" the guy asked.

"Duh!" Harley snapped.

Maria folded her arms across her chest. "I don't want an audience."

"You either let him in or you don't go.

"What do you think I'm gonna do?" She gestured to the tiny room. "Flush myself down the toilet?" She had no escape route, and they had taken her phone so she couldn't call anyone. She was on her own.