Sold To Him

Chapter 12

Blake POV

Violet ran towards me and hugs me. Her tiny arms were wrapped around my body. Her face was buried in my chest. I didn't expect her to hug me. But the embrace was too overwhelming. It took me a while before I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her back. I could smell the strawberry scent in her hair as I lay my head on hers. Lucas cleared his throat before walking towards Evan that was still laying on the floor. I pulled away from the hug and looked down at her. I lifted up her chin so her eyes could meet mine. 

" Everything will be okay. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, Purple" I reassured her as I rub my thumb on her cheek. She sniffles while giving me a small smile.

" Get her out of here. Make sure she not around any of the guys. I'll settle with Evan" I gave Lucas orders. As much as I want to be near her to protect her but I know I can't. There's a lot of shit to take care of. I watch Lucas picks up Violet's hoodie and walked towards Violet, he places a hand on her back and lead her out of the room. Violet looks at me one more time before leaving the room.

I walked towards Evan. He looks up at me and raises both of his hands up as if he surrenders. I smirk as I squat down to where he was laying down.

" Blake, I'm sorry man. I didn't know she's your girl. I was drunk-" before he could finish his last sentence, I grab him by the shirt and swing my fist across his face, making him faint. 

As I was trying to carry him out of the room, something dropped out of his pocket. I bend down to pick it up, then I realize what was it. I knew it.

Violet POV

" Hey, how are you feeling?" Lucas asked as he gives me a glass of water.

After was just happened, Lucas brings me back to the mansion. He told me to take a quick shower to calm myself down. I asked him to wait for me in my room while I shower because I too afraid to be alone, just so I could feel the assurance that he is there to protect me and he agreed. Obviously I got dressed in the bathroom before walking out to the room instead of changing in my room like I usually do.

Now we are hanging out on the balcony while waiting for Blake to come back. It already 2 in the morning and he still hasn't come back yet. I realized I never really thank him for saving him. He saved me twice now and I didn't thank him for the previous one too.

" Thank you for saving me" I said before taking a sip from the glass of water.

" It was mostly Blake. He was the one that heard you scream" Lucas says while looking up at the stars. I can't help but blush at the flashback memory of the little moment Blake and I had. He was never a touchy or a loving person so I was surprised when he hugs me back. I didn't even know what I was thinking before running towards him to hug him.

" What will happen to Evan?" I can't help but ask. I mean I know what he did was wrong. But I don't think it's necessary to kill him, if that's what Blake is currently doing. I cringe at the thought of violence.

He lets out a sigh and opens his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a phone call. He excuses himself and walks out of the balcony before answering the call.

" Hello?... What?...Are you sure?...I'm on my way... Alright" that was all I heard from his conversation on the phone call.

" I need to go back to the warehouse. Blake needs me there. You have to stay here. Richard will come and look after you" He explains

" What? No! I'm coming with you." I know I'm being stubborn but I can't just sit here and wait for things to happen. I need to know what's going on. Plus, why does Blake need Lucas out of everyone in the gang?

" Blake will kill me if I let you come. He says you need to stay here and rest." 

" Well Blake needs to know that he can't control me and can't kill you if I'm there" with that, I stand up and start walking out of the room. Lucas runs his hand through his hair in frustration before following me out of the room. 

When we reached the warehouse, Lucas leads me towards the basement which I didn't even know exist. The basement was dark, the lights were dim, floors were covered with molds, it looks very dirty and creepy. We walked towards a metal door. I could hear screaming, groaning, and things breaking on the other side of the door. Lucas knocked on the door before turning the handle to open the door. 

When I walked into the room, the first thing I saw was someone being tied to a chair in the middle of the room. I can't tell who the guy is as the back of the chair was facing me. I pray hard hoping the guy sitting on the chair is not Evan. The guy was panting heavily. His shirt was soaked in blood. His wrist was bleeding because of the rope was tightly tied around his hand. My breathing starts to get heavier as I scan through the room. The room was not furnished, but at the same time it's not empty either and the lights were flickering. There was blood everywhere. The walls were covered with drops of blood. Dried blood covered almost the entire floor. It almost looks like a murder scene.

Then my eyes landed on a familiar pair of blue eyes. This time his eyes were darker than usual, it was filled with anger and hatred. I studied his appearance from head to toe. His shirt was soaked with his sweat, well I hope it's sweat and not blood. He was standing in front of the guy sitting on the chair. His knuckles looks busted and blood was dripping down his hand as if he was breaking or punching things. I know damn well he has been beating the crap out of the guy sitting on the chair. I cringe at the amount of glass bottles broken on the floor. Before he could break another bottle on the guy's head, I ran towards him and push him against the wall. I need to stop all this bullshit. He will end up killing this guy. Anger was taking over him. He was about to hit me with the bottle until Lucas came and stop his hand. Lucas pushes me away from Blake so he can't hit me. He took the bottle out of his hand and throw the bottle on the floor. Blake's eyes were wide open when he realizes it was me that was standing in front of him.

" What the hell are you doing here? I could have hurt you Purple" he pushes Lucas out of the way and run towards me as fast as possible. He cups both of his hands on of my cheeks. I didn't realize I was crying until he wipes my tears with his thumb gently. His anger was replaced with anxiousness.

" Why the hell did you bring her when I told you not to!" Blake shouts at Lucas. I did not expect him to react this way. But I know he would never hurt me. He grabs my hand drag me towards the door. Before he could open the door to bring me out, I let go of his grip and took a step back.

" I was the one that forced him to bring me!" I defended myself, stomping my feet like a little girl. At this point, now I'm really crying. I couldn't handle it anymore.

" I swear I didn't want to bring her man, she was so stubborn" Blake should know that I don't like to be told what to do. Blake looks at me trying to study my eyes before running his hands through his hair in frustration.

" Take her back to the mansion, Lucas" Blake demand

" No" I responded

" Let it go man, she deserves to be apart of this too you know. After all, she was the one that came up with the theory," Lucas says in a calm voice trying to convince him.

" You don't tell me shit on what I should do or not-" 

" Neither can you!" I shout back, interrupting him before he could finish his sentence.

" Is that my beautiful Violet I hear?" A shaking husky voice says as he coughs out blood and I cringe at the amount of blood that came out of his mouth. The familiar voice belongs to the guy that was tied to the chair, Evan.

Before any of us could respond to him, the door swings open and small metal thing was thrown into the room before they close the door shut again, making the room turn foggy and filled with smoke.

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I'm sorry this chapter was boring. Please excuse the grammar mistakes. I'm writing this at 2 in the morning and I was procrastinating a lot hehe. Anyways thankiew guys so much for the support!!! we are very close to hitting 100 votes !! I appreciate every single one of you. You guys are the reason that keeps me motivated to continue writing.