He pats me on the bottom. “Come on, let's get you back inside.”
I nod. “I’ll go in first.”
He pecks me on the cheek, and I make my way inside. As I go in, no one notices, and I slip straight into the toilets. I clean up and put my underwear back on with a smile. I feel like the cat that has got the cream right now. I'm sure it will be written all over my face what I’ve been up to - it turns out alley sex is damn fantastic if you do it with the right guy.
I look in the mirror; yup, it's obvious that I have been well and truly fucked. Ah well, bright-eyed, flushed cheeks and a big grin on my face totally works for me.
I step outside in the corridor of the pub to make my way into the main bar. As I'm about to walk in, a hand grabs me harshly and pulls me back outside to the alley.
Chapter Fourteen
Sophie
My first thought is that Dec wants round two, but Dec would never grab me so hard. I look up - it’s the suit guy from the pub that day, Phoenix Winters. My heart sinks. Dad owed him money, but we straightened that out – Dad got a loan to pay him off, unless...unless Dad has gotten himself into trouble again.
“You’re coming with me.” He says coldly and pulls me down the alley.
Fear grips me. Where is he taking me? Did he see that I’ve been here with Dec? I feel sick. Maybe he thinks that I'm fair game if he’s seen that.Shit!
“Where are you taking me?”
“Shut the fuck up and come with me. If you don't struggle and keep your mouth shut, I won't hurt you. My argument isn't with you.”
I have to decide what to do in a split second. My friends will already be wondering where I am, and Dec will see that I don't come back, so he’ll know I'm missing. I don't have my bag - it's on the table, so it's not like anyone can usefindmyphone. I'm screwed. I have to go with him – he’ll probably want me to contact my dad. Bile rises in my throat at the thought of it being anything else, but I will fight to my death before I let them touch me in that way.
He pulls me to a running car, opens the rear door and throws me in the back. Something catches my eye - a knife! He has a knife in his hand...terrified is not the word.
He pushes me over and climbs in. “Drive.” He barks to the guy behind the wheel.
I turn to him. “What do you want with me?”
“Your dad has fucked me around for the last time. We’re going to have a little word with him, he’s been avoiding me, but I think that with you in my company, he might become available to talk.”
“I didn't know Dad was gambling again.”
“Oh yeah, fell off the wagon big time.”
