Chapter 68 Desperate Bitch

Chapter 68 Desperate Bitch
Dante's voice, and Cassian's hastened steps down the stairs alerted both Lance and Sienna that had done nothing but worry.
Even being told not to call the police, Lance did it after being asked to leave the room. It was Sienna that talked some sense into him. The only thing they both could do was wonder what was going on while deeply worried about Lalissa.
"What's going on?" Sienna muttered.
Cassian's dark face, black clothes and hurried pacing caught both their attention.
He walked past them, the scent of danger lurking around him.
Mrs. Nora and Dante ran behind him. Dante was faster, he overtook Cassian or Cassian allowed him.
He spread out his hands, blocking Cassian. "You aren't making any reckless decision under this circumstance. I won't allow you to go there alone. You have no idea how dangerous that place might be for both you and her. Roman isn't—"
"Get out of my way, Dan. I don't want to start the dangerous act with you."
Dante's hands dropped.
"Listen to him, Cass," Mrs. Nora pleaded. "Going there alone and your f—"
He snapped his cold gaze to her, shutting her up with his stare.
Lance walked up to them. "I don't care about the danger he's walking into, but can someone tell me what the hell is going on!"
"Yes," Sienna supported. "You said we should wait for the call and—"
"They have called," Dante informed. "Roman is behind it. Business related."
Cassian had already walked past him and headed for the door. This time his steps were faster. Dante followed, but the door had already shut in his face.
Cassian got one of the revolvers, and aimed at the knob, exactly at the hole in it.
He pulled the trigger, before going into the car and driving crazily out of his house.
"Fuck, Cass!" Dante slammed his fist on the door, and held the knob.
Twisting it, the door refused to open.
Frustratingly, he kicked the door. "Fuck!"
"What happened?" Sienna asked, looking utterly speechless and confused. "Where is he going?"
Dante ran his hand through his hair. "He's going to bring Lalissa."
"Then what are we standing here doing?" Lance questioned. "Lalissa needs our help."
"You think I'd be standing here if he didn't destroy the knob!?" Dante snapped. "The door isn't opening! We're trapped in here!"
"Don't shout," Mrs. Nora chirped in. "We should trust him."
"At the cost of his life!? Hell no!" Dante took out his phone and punched a number aggressively.
"Who're you calling?"
"The Goldsmith."

\[MERIDIAN FACTORY\]
Roman's men were patrolling the place. Roman had strictly instructed them to be at alert, though they still didn't know why, but their security had tightened.
Two people walked up to each other. One brown hair, the other heavily tattooed.
"The pen drive?" The tattooed one asked.
"Boss has it. I think he destroyed it." the brown hair replied. "And that's the last piece evidence that can lead them to her."
"Sure," he nodded a dirty smirk appearing on his lips.
They looked towards the room, smiling naughtily at each other.
"Am I the only one who can't wait to fuck her ass?" The brown hair asked.
The tattooed one laughed, rubbing his growing dick through his pants. "I can't count the number of times I've hardened since she was brought here."
"Let's go."
They went into the door to meet Lalissa staring at the ceiling.
"Aw, she's accepting her fate," the tattooed one mocked.
She looked at them, eyes flashing with pure disgust. Dirt, that's what she'll call them. Even their scent made her stomach twist disgustingly.
The duct tape was still in her mouth, so she couldn't speak.
They dropped the guns, stalking towards her with grins she found completely gross.
"We'd have loved to hear your scream, but boss ordered the tape not to be removed, so..."
Lalissa muffled, backing the chair.
"Don't shout, pretty." The tattooed one unzipped his pants, and his ugly looking dick sprang out. "We promise to go easy on you."
Fear washed over Lalissa's body. The thought of what they were planning to do to her made her chest contort in fear.
"Time isn't on our side," the brown haired guy walked behind her and fisted her hair. "Otherwise, we'll try to convince you."
Yanking her hair backward, a muffled scream tore across Lalissa's throat.
The tattooed one showed off his brown teeth, coming closer to her.
He pressed his dick at her left cheek, letting her feel his hardness before sliding it down her body.
Lalissa's face twisted madly. She shook her body, rocking the couch as her eyes pleaded for an escape.
"Fuck baby girl. I promise you'll be the one to take off the tape when I start."
He knelt before her, and rolled her dress. Each ride of the dress exposed her fresh lap, bringing out the horny in him.
Lalissa struggled, but her hands, legs, mouth and head were bound. She couldn't shake properly. Even her knees couldn't rise well enough to hit his chin.
He pulled the hair harder, almost peeling off her scalp. "Hurry up, I can't wait to fuck her."
She yelped.
Having raised her gown to his satisfaction, he ground his dick against her legs, slowly standing up while going in-between her thighs.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
The door burst open.
Two people walked in.
The tattooed guy quickly stepped away from her, while the brown haired guy released her head.
"Boss," they chorused, the tattooed guy dressing his pants.
Roman didn't need to look twice before understanding what was going on.
"Bastards!" He growled, picking the gun they had dropped on the floor.
Two bullets left the gun.
One went straight for the tattooed guy's left leg, while the other went for the brown haired guy's shoulder.
They groaned painfully, sharp pain coursing through them. They fell on the floor, their blood painting the white tile red.
"Argh!!! Forgive us boss!!!"
Roman cocked the gun again, but the lady who had walked in with him—the one whom Lalissa's eyes had been on throughout their entry. Even with the gunshot sound, the painful cry, Roman's seething rage, her eyes were fixed on the lady whom blocked the gun opening with her palm.
"That's enough. Killing them isn't useful right now," she said, her eyes landing on Lalissa.
Her lips curled up. "Don't be too surprised."
Roman lowered the gun, calling in two other men to take the idiots out, and give them a befitting punishment, that too, leaving the wound untreated.
They were dragged out, and now, it was Lalissa's eyes on the lady. Eyes on eyes. Hate versus shock. Disappointment versus victory.
"I forgot, you can't speak." She catwalked to Lalissa, and peeled the tape off her mouth, without mercy.
Lalissa's lips parted. The pain of the tape went through her system, but she refused to scream.
It didn't take a minute before the pain left replaced by another thing she knew very well. Betrayal.
"I should have suspected it. No one would have plotted my kidnap except a desperate bitch like you."
"Yes!" She cackled. "It's me! The desperate bitch!" Her long eyelids covered her eyeball. "Natasha Beaumont!"