Page 18 of Saviour
“Dax is looking for someone. You’ll see fit that he stops looking.”
He turns his back to me and heads to the door and just as I go to let out a breath of relief, he pauses and looks back at me.
“Oh, and, Miss Shaw, if you ever talk back or question me again, I won’t hesitate.” And with that, he leaves, all of his men following him out one by one apart from two who slowly make their way over to me.
Fuck.
It’s only been an hour since I left Rori at Sophie’s and I’ve been pacing the dining room back at the mansion ever since. She’s leaving. I could see it in her eyes that she’d made up her mind and she’s not sticking around.
I wish I stayed, made it so she can’t leave, but then that would be forcing her hand and I’m better than the scum who force women without their consent.
I hear the front door open and close, and shortly after, Carlo calls my name and it echoes through the room.
Fuck knows where he’s been this early and fuck knows why he wants me, but I let my feet carry me out of the dimly lit room to the mansion’s entryway. The door is left open and Carlo stands in the middle of the foyer, hands in his pockets and a smug grin I want to smack off his face.
“Ahh, here’s my lying nephew,” he says, clapping his hands together like he’s just made a hilarious joke. I cock an eyebrow as I approach and stop a couple feet in front of him.
“And what have I lied about, Uncle Carlo?” I mock the name as I know he hates being referred to as my uncle. It’s fine for him to call me son, but he hates it when I vocalise our relationship.
And if my reflexes weren’t as fast as they were, the hit to my jaw would’ve been a more damaging hit to my nose. His fist slams into the right side of my chin as I jerk, and in quick retaliation, he hikes me up by my collar so we’re face-to-face, his grip on my shirt firm.
Just as I open my mouth to spit at him, there’s a commotion at the door and two of Carlo’s men stumble through the doorway with a struggling girl in between them and I freeze.
The girl’s head is hidden under a black bag and her screams are muffled, but I’d recognise her fragile figure and those same clothes I’ve seen on her the past two days, anywhere.
“What the fuck?” I scream, watching her thrash in the arms of the two large men. Hers are strung behind her back and her legs kick out every which way, trying to get away.
“This is what you lied about, son. Hiding whores in my hotel. Pathetic.”
I try to make sense of what’s happening and how they know about Rori when I realise Carlo must’ve been the one behind the cameras being wiped. But why?
They rip the bag off Rori’s head and her head swings around, assessing her surroundings, and her eyes widen when they land on Carlo and even wider when they land on me. The ball gag in her mouth muffles her shouts and I see a trickle of blood coming from her nose.
The absolute bastards.
“I figured if you wanted the girl so much, she could stay here, hmmm? Considering all your other friends have apparently left you.”
He shoves me away from him as Carlo’s men throw Rori to the floor, leaving us alone in the grand entrance of the mansion, and without even a second thought, I rush to her.
She lands on her side as her hands are tied behind her back and she just manages to stop her head from hitting the tiles.
What in the ever loving fuck is happening?
“Rori, fuck, I’m so sorry,” I stammer as I unlock the ball gag from her mouth. As soon as it’s free, she spits at the ground right in front of me and narrows her eyes so thinly I almost cower at the hatred.
“Get. The. FUCK. Away. From. Me,” she spits out through gritted teeth.
I hold fire for two seconds before crowding her space again.
“Birdie, this wasn’t me. I-I don’t even…” I trail off, trying to figure out what I’m even supposed to say.
“Stop calling me that!” she shouts again and I sigh, wiping a hand down my face.
“Rori, Carlo is my uncle. He knows I took you to the hotel and this is his way of getting back at me. I’m sorry you’re caught up in this. I’ll take you back to Sophie’s. Let's go,” I say as I start to lift her to a sitting position and reach around her back.
I untie her and look back into her eyes, seeing her staring back at me. Her eyes shine with confusion, fear, hurt, but I let her assess her feelings before forcing her to do anything.
The girl was literally gagged, bagged, and kidnapped because of me for Christ’s sake.
