He directed me to walk and I did, he kept a decent pace behind me and I could hear Petra’s shoes shuffling along with his.
My blood was boiling and I tried to stay calm so that I could get us out of this.
He steered me into an empty room, save for the girl handcuffed to the pipes along the wall. She looked up with shock and apology written all over her face.
A pair of handcuffs flew through the air and landed with a loud clink next to the girl’s feet.
“Get over there,” he barked at me, the gun in his hands jerking as he showed me where he wanted me to go. “Handcuff him to the pipe, now.” His eyes were now on the girl that I was lowering myself down next to.
I moved and slumped against the wall. Then I put my hands up so the girl could tether me to the pipe.
I felt the cold metal clasp around one of my wrists and when I heard the click of the second cuff, I cut my eyes over to see that she’d tightened it around the pipe instead of me.
Smart.
At least I’d have one free arm.
“You stupid…” He let out a frustrated noise that had the girl flinching away from me. “I always have to fix your screw ups! Always!”
Helplessly, I watched as he jerked Petra around. I was pulling against my hold trying to get to her but I knew it wouldn’t do any good, at least not right now.
I watched on in anger as he pulled some nylon rope out of the back of his pants and then used it to tie her wrists and ankles together behind her.
He patted her down and I noticed how her thighs squeezed tight as his fucking hand roamed all over her body.
“I’m not going to touch you. I wouldn’t want someone like you,” he told her when he noticed what she was doing.
Her icy stare shot right through him.
When he was done, he trained the gun on me. I stayed still as he pulled out my wallet, knife, and cell phone. Snatching them all up, he then left the room without another word.
“Petra,” the girl wheezed. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that he would do this. I’m—”
“Enough,” Petra said cutting her off.
Petra’s eyes glazed over and I could tell she wasn’t mad. She needed to think and she couldn’t do that with the girl babbling on with shit that wouldn’t do a damn bit of good right now.
“Babe,” I said calmly. She didn’t respond but her eyes looked up at me. “Need you to sit tight. I’m sure people will come lookin’. They know where we are.”
I didn’t want to say too much because I had no clue if the guy had stuck around to listen. But I needed her to know that we weren’t alone in this. I may not have known that Garen guy, but I had a good feeling about him. If we didn’t turn up soon or give word that we’re alright, he’d come looking himself.
I just had to keep the three of us in one piece until then.
My free hand reached out and I ran my fingers over Petra’s hair. With a deep sigh, she closed her eyes and nodded as if she understood all the things I wasn’t sayin’.
“I need you to put your hand up my dress,” she whispered harshly a second later.
“I don’t think now is the time for that, Pet,” I said trying to get her to relax.
It didn’t work, and by the way her eyes cut up to look at me, she wasn’t all that amused.
“Hi, Emily,” I said as my hand slid up between Petra’s thighs. “Or is it Midori? I’m not sure what you would rather be called.”
“It’s Midori,” she said giving Petra a quick glance. “I left Emily behind a while ago.”
“Nice to meet you,” I told her and gave her a small smile. “I’m Iron, Petra’s man. Sorry it had to be under these circumstances and all, darlin’.”
“Higher,” Petra hissed out and I felt her scoot closer to me.
