SIEGE

Chapter 5. Guns and muggers

Songs for this chapter are;
No strings by Tatiana Manaois
HML by Meliii ft a boogie wit da hoodie

Malory's POV
After what feels like eternity, Bradley returns with his mysterious woman. She looks a little older I didn't think he'll choose a cougar, but well one never knows what to expect from men these days.
We share a glance and his eyes immediately go soft, and he gives me the sweetest smile.motherfucker. I still can't believe he didn't tell me he has a son. I told him about Nathalie the very first time we met. I thought maybe, if I ever considered getting into a relationship with him, it would be open to all forms of honesty.
"Mum meet your future daughter in law, Malory, Mal, this is my mum Viviane,"he introduces me to the woman who looks too young to be his mother. Future daughter in-law? This man. His confidence just makes him look a lot sexier right now. "Good day ma'am,it's nice to meet you," I say as she pulls me in for a tight hug. So she's a hugger too, now I know where Bradley got this from.
"I'm about to make lunch, would you like to join me?" she demands. It's a good idea and all, if only I can cook. I mean, I do use the kitchen a lot, but only to produce kitchen calamities as I've been told. I hope I don't just ruin this food because this will greatly send me behind the scale.
At least, she had already chosen what to cook, because that's another tough thing about cooking. Choosing what to cook. I'm just going to use this opportunity to learn something new, so this is greatly to my advantage.
My job in the kitchen consists of washing and chopping the different ingredients to be used to cook. That's easy I guess, I've always liked chopping and mincing. We're making the Mexican rice and tomatoes sauce with some chicken, which is easy at least, and not really time consuming.
Bradley is playing with the kid I met earlier, and the child seems to love him. Of course he told me his name, but I've forgotten. So I'm just going to call him 'bud' so it doesn't seem weird.
I chop the onion, vegetable broth, carrots, while Bradley's mum does the rest of the work.
In the kitchen, all I can hear are sounds of pots clicking, and the noise from my chopping. This silence is disturbing, but I'm still trying to understand why Bradley introduces me to his mom as his future wife. It does sound corny but it's cute.
I'm already exhausted, maybe this is why I hate cooking. I literally do nothing, yet I get so tired.
"So what do you do?" Miss Viviane interrupts my thoughts.
"Ummm I'm a student, I'm hoping to get my BA  in publishing this year," I inform her
"Oh that's good. I wish you all the best," she tells me with the most gorgeous smile ever.
This woman is pretty, dark brown eyes, short blonde hair, and her skin looks flawless. I hope I age like this. Now I know where Bradley gets his looks from.
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After lunch I help Miss Viviane clean the dishes, hoping to gain some time to have a chit chat with Bradley. He has been awfully silent, which is very strange of him because he talks a lot.
I'm in the kitchen cleaning the dishes when I feel strong arms around my waist, pulling me to a hard chest. I turn around slowly and see Bradley staring down at me. His chest is really comfortable to lean on.
"Hey beautiful," he says while tilting my head up with his index finger, so I can see his face more clearly.
He looks exhausted, and his brown eyes look a little darker than usual. I'm sure he's sleep deprived he has dark circles under his eyes.
How can a human being look so exhausted yet so handsome?
"I missed you. You've been silent all week," I try to keep a stern face so he takes me seriously. For some reason whatsoever, he's always joking but not today. I'm just not in the mood for jokes right now.
"I've been busy with stuff. I'm trying to open a new restaurant," he says.
Oh! He did tell me he was going to open a new restaurant, but I didn't think it'll be this soon. I guess not everyone is like me who starts a project and just leaves it halfway through.
"The least you could do was tell me, I was worried you got robbed, you were in an accident or even worse," I tell him, which is true, even though a small voice in my head kept telling me he may be avoiding me because I rejected him the last time I was at his place. I feel a lot better now that I know he wasn't mad at me.
"Someone's getting addicted to me,"he teases.
"Hmh,"  I hear his mum from the other end of the kitchen. I had almost forgotten she was in the room. I try to get freed from Bradley's grasp but he holds me even tighter than before.
I guess his mum is actually cool with this. If this were my mum, she'd have thrown a fit by now.
"Brad, I still have to clean the dishes, and you are distracting me," I whisper so that only Bradley can hear what I'm saying. Miss Viviane seems okay with this, but I don't want to be rude.
Bradley let's go of me and leans against the counter just close to me. "You look sleep starved. Are you sure you are okay?" I demand.
"Let's just talk somewhere else," he says. "I'll just excuse myself," his mum chimes in. "It's okay ma'am, I'll just finish here and we'll go out and talk," I try to convince her.
"No it's fine, I have to go make some calls anyways, and just call me mum," she states firmly as she walks out of the kitchen. Okay she's more than understanding, this woman is just awesome.
"I missed you too babe," he smirks while saying this.
"I thought you were mad at me," I say. "I wasn't mad at you, I was pissed babe," he sounds serious now.
"Because I rejected you?"
"What? No! Because you acted as though nothing happened that night," he says. I had decided to just act like it never happened at all just because I want to maintain this friendship we have.
"I didn't want things to be awkward between us, so not bringing it up for discussion seemed like the best idea,"  i tell him with all honesty.
He spins me around, so I'm looking at him again, while holding my right hand, he guides it  under his shirt, up his torso, and places it on his left chest.
"What are you doing, Brad," I ask him. One thing Bradley is that he is spontaneous you never know what to expect next when it comes to him.
"Shhhh don't say a thing, just feel," he replies. We sit in a satisfying silence for about ten seconds, then he lifts up my chin again, just as he did a few minutes ago, so I can look into his eyes. "You're beautiful," is all he says.
An annoying noise brings us back to reality, and I quickly withdraw my hand from Bradley's chest. Searching my pockets, I find my phone which is producing the annoying sound. Now I know changing my ringtone was a bad idea.
It's Belle, I had almost forgotten she had asked me to go clubbing with her this weekend.
"Bishh did you throw your phone in the Atlantic Ocean or something? Took you long enough," she says from the other end.
"I'm here now." I say as Bradley takes my left hand this time and kisses it "So what's up?" I demand while Bradley is rubbing the back of my palm with his thumb. "Did you sell your memory? I told you we are going clubbing tonight. And you very well know that means we have to go shopping for cute outfits," she says. I hold my phone out to check out the time, it reads thirty minutes past four pm. "Okay. So where are you now?"I ask her.
She gives me her location and I proceed to tell her I'll be there in thirty minutes. That's enough time to go to my place and change before meeting her.
"You don't need to change, you look cute," Bradley says as if he is a wizard reading my mind."okay, mind reader," I joke and he grins. I'll just rinse these dishes and head out" I tell him. Which I finish almost immediately and turn again to tell him goodbye before I head out. "I'm just glad you are okay," I say before giving him a kiss on his jaw. "Belle and I have to go clubbing. I'd love to go with you, but you clearly need rest. So I'll just let you pass on that. And if you need my help with anything, anything at all, just call, okay?" I ask him. "Okay mum" he teases." "And Brad, get some rest,".
I go to the living room and inform Miss Viviane I'm leaving, and give bud a fist bump on my way out.
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The club is boring because we came here  early, and the dj is not giving the best hits just yet. Belle is busy grinding on this random guy we met just a few minutes ago, great! Just great!
I'm on my third martini now, but I cannot feel any change yet. I think I should start taking shots. They work faster.
Still sitting at the bar, I order two shots. The bartender gives me this weird look before putting the glasses in front of me. I think her is trying to tell me this is a bad idea, but it doesn't matter.
After about an hour again, I'm more comfortable, and the music actually makes sense. I think I'll dance to this. I head to the dance floor and as soon as I find Belle, I start dancing with her.
A few minutes later, a guy comes and tries to dance with me, but I push him away and continue dancing with Belle who seems to be having so much fun.
At about two am, I finally convince Belle so we leave the club, heading home.
There're no taxis beside the club, so we have to walk to the end of the block before getting a taxi.
As we pass the club, there's a dark alley we have to walk pass again in order to get to the end of the block. Thanks to the moon., we can see where we are going to.
Belle goes on grumbling that she wants to go back to the club, and that I'm just spoiling her fun. She's clearly drunk, she must have drank half a bottle of hennesy because she can barely stand on her own, leaning on my shoulder with her red stilettos in her hands. But footsteps catch my attention.
I feel like we are being followed, I hope not. I can't protect myself, let alone drunk Belle.
I turn around, but I don't see anybody so we continue walking. After about a minute or two, the footsteps seem even louder, and it seems the person is close now. I don't turn around this time. I keep moving, going faster this time, so we can walk past the alley and get to a more exposed area with enough lights. I think I'll feel safer there.
"Stop right there," a masculine voice says behind me. I can't move again, I am really scared right now, but I know I have to be strong so I can get out of this.
"Don't take another step," I hear, and I can feel something hard beside my waist. I don't think it's a dagger, because it isn't sharp or pointy. It's round, it may be a gun.
I look towards the object aimed at me, and I realize once again that I was right. It is a gun. Belle slumps down to the ground and stays there, dozing off like it's the most comfortable bed ever created.
"What do you want?" I ask, shaking to my toes.
I've heard so many stories about people being mugged, but I didn't think it could be this scary.
"I want you. You rejected me in the club, and now I want that kitty of yours," he says. Now I can see his face. He's the guy I refused dancing with. If I wasn't so stuck up, maybe we'd not be mugged. I look around if there is anyone I can signal to for help, but there's no one.
"Don't try to play smart," another voice says. Great. Now they're two of them. And here I was thinking of how to get away.
The first guy pushes me down and tries to take my trouser off. Since I'm wearing tight jeans, he places his gun at the side of his trouser. I'm really glad I finally decided to wear trousers because this could be a lot easier for these rapists if I was wearing just a skirt or a gown.
I keep trying to push him off with my feet, and I finally succeed to hit his preek with my leg.
He growls , gets up from my body and places his hands protectively on his dick.
I take this opportunity to stand up and move towards Belle. The other guy is on her, savoring her body, and kissing her.
His friend calls out his name and this makes him lift his weight from Belle and diverts his attention towards me.
He gives me a slap which instantly sends me to tears again. After a few seconds of fighting him off, I hear the sound of a car, and I can see headlights.
With this, the two men run away, leaving Belle and I behind. The car door flings open and a man comes down from the drivers seat. "Mal are you okay, did they do anything to you?" I hear Ethan's voice as my eyes close slowly.
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