She Belongs To Him

Chap. 49: And It's All Because Of You

Heavy footsteps tromp up the stairwell of the Sisters of St. Abernathy's Home For Troubled Girls. Barclay and McGinness has got a call early in the morning that someone had broke into the building and managed to sneak away without anyone knowing it besides Sister Sarah.

         "What if it's—" McGinness starts to say behind a storming Scotsman .
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                "Shut up!" Barclay shouts angrily, his hands balled up into tight fist. "Don't even say his name!"

                 Many of the girls stand out in the hallways, talking among themselves. McGinness searches for a familiar golden haired girl with wavy locks. Her head worth millions. The Scotsman shoves young girls out of his way as he storms to he front office, his eyes wild. McGinness apologizes softly to the girls who are pushed.

             The Scotsman slings the door of the front office open, his fury apparent on his face. The nuns all cower when they see him. McGinness shuts the door, motioning for the girls to stay away from the door. 

            "The fuck happened?" Barclay barks angrily, "What he fuck happened?"

             Sister Meriwether pats Sister Sarah's hand for comfort. "A group of men had come and attacked Sister Sarah last night."

               Sister Sarah lays back on a couch, a cold rag across her forehead. Barclay rolls his eyes at the old woman.

               "Bunch of ninnies!" Barclay throws his hands up in annoyance, "Did they take anything? Did you get a good description of any of them—Sit her up!"

                 McGinness glares at his business partner, hating his cruelty. "Perhaps she's in distress."

              The Scotsman whips around to his business partner. "I'm in distress!"

              The nuns all whimper and cower at Barclay's raised voice, fearing him. McGinness gives him a warning like look.

               "Let me do the talking. Your showing too much of your true self at once." McGinness keeps eye contact with Barclay as the walks over to Sister Sarah, whom lays on the couch pale as a ghost. "Sister, tell me, did you see the men who attacked you?"

                Sister Sarah nods, tears rolling down her wrinkly old face. "Yes, one."

                 "What did this man look like?" A certain man comes into the Irishman's mind, making him nervous.

                   "His eyes glowed in the dark." The nun trembles as she recalls the night before, "Haunting blue with a devil like smile...so wicked and corrupt..."

                   McGinness's heart begins to rapidly beating his toned chest, sweat rolling down his temple. He takes a glance over his shoulder at Barclay, whom leans against the wall with his arms crossed proudly over his chest.

                "These men, what did they want? The drugs? The girls? Supplies?" McGinness asks curiously.

                The older nuns bead like eyes open, her lips quivering. She nods to the Irishman, weakly grabbing his wrist. Her hands trembling.

                  "He told me he was there for one thing and one thing only." Sister Sarah speaks in a whisper like voice, fear obvious in her being. "The blonde...the girl you were going to sell...he wanted her and her only..."

                 At the nuns words, McGinness sharply turns over and looks at Barclay. His teen eyes are as wide as his mouth.

                "West!" The Irishman exclaims in shock and fear, turning back to the nun. "Did he take the girl? Did he take anything else? Speak, woman! Speak!"

                "He took two girls and nothing else." Sister Beth explains from the chairs, "But, apparently, he was only after one target."

                 McGinness rises to his feet, fear in his eyes. "West knows, Leith! He knows!"

                  Barclay shakes his head. "It could have been the Russian or his men."

                    "Don't be stupid!" McGinness shakes his head, "It was West! West stole that girl! She's already opened her trap and now he knows! We're fucked! Completely fucked!"

                      Barclay shakes his head. "We can't be fucked...not yet. There is always a loophole somewhere."

                 The Irishman rushes over and grabs the Scotsman by the neck, pinning him against the wall. His eyes are full of fear and rage.

                 "We're already dead." McGinness shakes his head, "Not just you or me, but everyone here, in his room, is already dead."

                  The nuns cry out in fear at the Irishman's words. Sister Sarah falls unconscious. Barclay slowly nods his head, looking up into McGinness's green eyes that burn like a wildfire. The Irishman can see the hidden fear in his business partners eyes, seeping to be surface.

                 McGinness nods. "And it's all because of you."

                  Suddenly, the cellphone in Barclay's pocket goes off. The two men give each other a fearful, knowing look. The Scotsman takes it and and sees it's an unknown number. He gulps as he slides the green button across the screen, putting it to his ear.

               "Hello?" Barclay tries to sound smooth, but fails.

                The voice on the other line gives the Scotsman relief. He leans back, slowly letting out a held breath.

                  "It's nice to hear from you, Lebedev." Barclay winks at McGinness with a shyly smile, resembling a fox in the Irishman's mind. "Yes, yes! Of course! Shelly's? That old laundry mat in town? Alright. May I ask what brings thee occasion—oh...oh my! McGinness and I will be there tonight at 9:30, alright? No? Eight o'clock? Alright. See you then."

                      The Scotsman hangs up the phone, smirking with a small laugh. McGinness arches a brow at him confused, worried.

                    "Well? What did the Russian say?" The Irishman says cautiously.

                   "It happens to be that our Russian ally needs to speak with us about taking down a certain head of business." Barclay lips his chops at the delicious thought. "And you thought we were fucked!"

                 McGinness shakes his head. "This doesn't feel right, Leith. What if West has talked to Lebedev and they're setting a trap—"

                "Nonsense!" Barclay sways his hand at his business partner. "You have no faith, my friend. West may know about our business, but tonight, the Prince's will be taking down the Lord."

           Hey readers! What do you think? Do you think McGinness is right? Is it a trap? Or is Lane going to be lured into a trap? What do you think will happen next? Please give me your thoughts!
             Also, I am so sorry for the long awaited update. I have an idea of what I exactly what to happen in the next couple of chapters. I've been feeling a little ill + kinda fatigue. I'm feeling better tho. Guess I've been over eating and eating too much of the food I shouldn't. Be healthy, my Lovlies ✌🏼❤️