Chapter 41: Chapter: 41

ANDREA

“Six months?” I asked with disbelief. “I was wrong, Nick, I know that, but you can't just control my life. What would you tell your wife when she finds out you have a sex slave? How would you be able to look at your daughter?

Knowing you snatched away a young woman from her life just so she could live as your fucktoy, a warm body for you to release your pent-up lust.” His eyes darken to a dangerous degree.

“You don't talk about my daughter. Ever! You're not a clueless innocent woman who was forced into this. You knew what you were doing, so don't give me that bullshit. Now if you have finished stalling, sign the fucking contract or go to jail.” His voice was hard; I was afraid to push him.

“And if I don't agree, what would you do to me?” I changed the topic, not having the courage to continue with my earlier line of questions. He shrugs his shoulders.

“Why, you would go to jail, of course. I will use the evidence I have against you to make sure you stay in prison for a long, long time. I wouldn't want to do it, because I would rather have you beneath me, my cock buried deep inside you. But I will do it. Nobody fucks with me and walks free.”

He meant it. He would really let me rot in jail if I refused his offer. My eyes tear up. I really don't have much of a choice, do I? I could go to jail, or I could sign the papers and become his.

His plaything, whore, mistress, or whatever it is he wants to call it. I took the pen from his hand and signed the papers, resigned to my fate. I was beginning to understand there's no winning against Nicklaus Montgomery. I signed away my rights, my free will, and freedom.

I didn't even bother to check the contract's contents. Stupid, I know, but at the time I was shaken and didn't care. I signed every page; my signature was needed close to his. Then I signed a copy of the same contract. Nick gave me the copy and held the original.

After we left Delgado's law firm, we filed into the car the same way we came, I stared at the glass window as the car drove, I was grateful Nick had left me alone to deal with the aftermath of the mess I'd created for myself, my eyes were on the road but I really wasn't conscious of where It is we are going.

I was surprised when the car parked on the roadside in front of a nondescript dilapidated warehouse. Even the streets are nondescript, with old scrap metal and abandoned cars everywhere.

And cardboard, garbage bags, papers, and other litter litter the street; the whole place looks abandoned. I suspect it is the kind of place you'd find gangsters and all the other bad guys doing their bad stuff.

Why are we here? Why would Nick come here? Why would anybody want to come here? Why bring me here with him? Is he going to kill me? Did he change his mind and no longer want me?

I have watched a lot of movies, and I know nothing good ever takes place in a place like this. Most crime scenes are warehouses!

Oh God! Please, I hope it's not my imagination running away with me. I don't want to die! I was beginning to panic. Especially when Nick and Logan got out of the car, I didn't move. Don't want to. I was deliberating whether to run. But while I'm fit and enjoy running, I'm not confident that I can outrun either Nick or Logan.

“Come out, Andrea.” Nick waited for me to do as I was told. The door was left open for me to get out.

“No!” I screamed and locked the door, then scrambled back so he couldn't catch me, pressing my back against the other side. I screamed loudly when someone opened the other door and dragged me out.

“No! Please, Nick, you said you wouldn't hurt me. We just signed a fucking deal. You said you want me. You can't..can't just stop wanting me all of a sudden and kill me, I didn't do anything to deserve….” I ramble out.

Begging and trembling and fighting the man carrying me, whom I suspect is Logan. I'm not going down without a fight.

“I'm not going to kill you, Andrea.” I kept screaming and fighting Logan, scratching at whatever skin I could find.

“Andrea! You're not dying, so shut the fuck up and stop fucking screaming!”

“I don't want to die, you said you want…” It took a moment for his words to cut through my panic and hysteria for me to register what Nick was saying. Wait, what? He's not going to kill me? He really didn't bring me here to kill me?

It was then that I realized Logan had already placed me on my feet. He wasn't trying to murder me; I was the one clutching onto him while he was only holding me back.

I was the one fighting and scratching him. I looked at the thin, long trail of blood my nails had left on his hands and the left side of his face, and quickly released his arms.

I stumbled back into Nick's arms, afraid of the murderous look on Logan's face. Nick turned me around to face him, his dark eyes glinting with humor, a glimpse of the man who had seduced me before shit hit the fan. I felt my cheeks heat with embarrassment.

“If I had wanted you dead, Andrea, I wouldn't have wasted both mine and Delgado's time to draft up a contract. I'm not killing you. It would be a waste of good pussy, and I still haven't had my fill of you yet.” He said his face was stoic, but his eyes were still glinting with amusement.

It's a great thing he had a thing for my pussy then, seeing as it's the only reason I'm not dead. I averted my gaze, humiliated over what I'd done and said.

But I quickly rid myself of the shame. I thought I was going to die, so excuse me for begging to save my life. If I had to beg him not to kill me, I'm gonna fucking do it.

He held my hand, and we went into the warehouse through a metal side door with steps that led down into darkness. I held tight to Nick's body, afraid Logan might retaliate, though a big part of me was sure he wouldn't.

That part finally won over, and my heart slowed its frantic beating, though it still wasn't back to normal. I'm still not sure what we are doing here. The stairs ended in the long hallway. We walked for a few minutes, then walked through a big steel door into a big open space.

There was a door in the far distance at the other end of the wall. We kept walking towards that door until finally we reached it—a metal staircase leading down into the basement.

I gasped loudly when I saw the man tied up on a metal chair, his hands were tied behind his back, and his feet were also tied to the legs of the chair.

It wasn't the fact that he was tied that horrified me and made me gasp, even though that's part of it. It was because I knew him from Nick's office; he works at Nico-Tech.

He'd flirted with me a couple of times, but Ann had warned me off him. Not that I was in any way interested in him. The condition he's in now leaves nothing to imagination.

Richard was badly beaten within an inch of his life. There's blood all over his body and clothes, both his eyes were swollen, the left eye was completely shut, the other barely opened, his lips were split open.

And three of his fingers were chopped off, swollen, and still dripping blood. My body began to shake anew, my stomach twisted.

“Has he revealed anything new?” Nick asked, totally unbothered by the man's treatment. It was his question that brought to my attention the other two occupants inside the basement.

It was that same tall blond woman and the Mohawk who guarded me. It seems they were busy here. With the blood staining their shirts, there's no question of what they had been doing here.

“Just the Name Python.”

Nick passed me toward Logan, as if he'd known at that moment I'd wanted to bolt consequences be damned. He leisurely removed his coat and began to unbutton his sleeves. He rolled up his shirt sleeve to his muscular biceps, then approached the man and yanked off the tape over his mouth.

“I have given you a chance, Richard, for you to give me something worthy that would make me save your worthless life, but I'm disappointed that you failed me; you have ensured you would die a slow death.”

There was no warning, Nick suddenly began to punch him, raining blows on him, and painful grunting sounds came out of the man's swollen lips.

He was begging and sobbing even as Nick's hands turned red from his blood. Nick looks frightening. I've never seen him like this before; his face was cold, so cold it gave me shivers.

Bile rose fast in my throat, and I tried to move. Logan held tightly onto me until he saw my pale face. Then he instantly released me, and I rushed out back the way we came, trying to get out before it came.

But I didn't get far. I bent over and threw up the sandwich and OJ I had earlier. Bitter stomach acid stung my mouth. I spat repeatedly after I had wiped my mouth to get the taste of vomit out.

It was horrible what they did to him; no matter what he did, he didn't deserve to be treated like this. If the crime he committed was so bad, Nick should have taken him to the law and not taken justice into his hands.

Nick didn't wait for me to come back after all. Logan is just a few steps away. From here, the man's cries were muted. I was terrified and was trembling so bad my teeth chattered, then I heard a gunshot and a muffled grunt. Then silence.

Nothing but horrible silence. When Nick came up from the basement, he had his jacket back on and was tucking his gun behind his suit pants. He looked straight into my eyes, his dark eyes cold.

My stomach sank, and I was frozen in place with terror. What have I done? Why was I against marrying Jericho? Even as I questioned myself about my predicament, I knew I could never really marry Jericho. But is Nick any better? I'm trapped with him, not just for a week or two but for six months.

My tears came unbounded. If Nick wanted to scare me, well, he's succeeded. I'm not just scared of him, I'm fucking terrified, I'd trapped myself with a murderer!

I was so terrified of Nick and Logan. Now that I knew life meant nothing to them. And I had gotten a taste of what they were capable of. They'd just snuff out his ex-employee's life. Richard's life.

Like a cockroach that needed to be squashed, I didn't utter a single word on our wa y back; truth be told, I was trying really hard not to breathe loudly lest Nick turn his gun on me.