Selena looked at her brother with disdain. Her beautiful
eyes were sharp as she gave a cold smile.
She nodded and walked ahead with one of the men in front of
her. The other two followed behind cautiously, as if fearing she would run
away.
She walked along the cold corridor different sounds of lust
were heard as she passed by several doors.
Her stomach churned at the sound of those noises, one of the
doors she passed by was slightly ajar, and she got a quick glance of what was
going on in there, a young woman probably in her late twenties with five other
men.
She didn't even want to imagine as she already felt
disgusted by it. She kept her head high as she strode on her heels, not willing
to give in to the fear creeping in.
They got to a door on the far end of the hall, the man in
front knocked three times, more like a coded message, and the door opened, the
man ushered Selena in and the two other men followed her behind as the door was
shut, with the man in front waiting by the closed door.
The room was dimly lit. Selena felt a bit suffocated by the
darkness of the room. The walls were red. The kind that made your skin crawl.
The air was filled with cigarette smoke and a mixture of sweat and cheap
cologne smell.
Two women lounged beside Silas on a worn leather couch… both
of them half-drunk, dresses riding up, mascara smudged to hell. One of the
ladies sat on Silas's lap, and his hands gripped her waist tightly.
Another leaned against the wall snorting something off the
back of his hand.
As soon as Silas saw her he smiled and lazily raised his
glass, like a devil greeting a soul he'd been promised.
"Took you long enough," he drawled, voice thick with liquor
and ego.
Selena didn't reply. She took one small step forward, just
enough to let the light catch her face… calm, cold, eyes like ice.
"I must say, your brother didn't do you justice. You're even
better in person."
Silas stood up suddenly, pushing the girl off his lap.
He walked close to Selena, looking at her with a sly grin.
This girl was just so beautiful. "Don't worry love, I'm not going to hurt you,
I don't bite."
One of his men laughed from the corner. The woman in his lap
didn't even blink.
Selena's fingers curled slightly at her sides. Her eyes
turned cold as the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.
"Is this what you do?" she asked quietly.
"Lure women in like animals, threaten their families, lock
them in rooms like this?"
Silas raised an eyebrow and stepped closer.
"I don't need to lure anyone. Most of them come willingly.
Some just need a little… convincing."
He gave her a once-over. "You'll warm up. Trust me."
He reached out to touch her hair.
That was his last mistake.
She didn't even flinch, just moved back and grabbed the
closest bottle, a half-full whiskey, half full, and slammed it against his
face.
Glass shattered, blood spilled as Silas staggered backwards
screaming, he didn't even see it coming.
One of his men lunged at her from the right… big, stupid,
and slow, she grabbed the lamp from the table and threw it at him. He went down
fast and hard, blood spraying the floor.
The second reached for her shoulders, she twisted his arm,
slammed her knee into his chin, a little crack was heard, then she drove his
head into the side of the table.
The women in the room shrieked as they cowered I fear,
hiding.
Silas was still on the floor, hands pressed against his
bleeding face, groaning and cursing.
"You thought I was prey," she hissed. "You brought a wolf
into your slaughterhouse."
She walked towards him as he cowered in fear.
She kicked him in his guts again and again.
"That's for touching women who didn't want you."
Another hit.
"For thinking I was something you could buy."
A kick to the gut.
"For using my brother's weakness to get to me."
The women screamed once again, one still cowering at the
corner, while the other two ran out of the room in fear.
Then she dropped an envelope by his side, "He took 10 grand,
here's 20 grand, the remaining 10 grand are medical bills."
She stood up, wiping her face and her hands as if she had
just touched filth.
"Don't ever go close again", she walked out of the room.
Just outside the room before the ruckus began, Damian strode
confidently through the hall, his shoes making a thud sound as he walked
towards the end of the hallway.
The man at the door looked at him strangely as he walked
towards him. He felt he was one of the drunk wandering ones.
"You lost, pretty boy?"
Damian stopped in his steps, about two feet away from the
man, tilting his head slightly.
She's in there huh?"
So?" The man's lips curled as he asked.
Damian didn't answer. He just stepped closer and then it
happened fast.
A sudden strike to the man's ribs, the sound of air leaving
his lungs was a bit comical.
Damian followed with a brutal knee to the man's gut and an
almost fatal strike to his neck.
The man dropped like a sack of bricks, not even moving.
Damian stepped over him, adjusting his cuffs and a little
crease on his shirt as he leaned casually by the wall beside the door, his coat
unbuttoned and his shirt a bit wrinkled either from the bar or from the sudden
altercation.
He lit another cigarette… his third, just in time to hear
the first crash and a man screaming. The cherry flared in the dark hallway,
casting a momentary glow across his cheekbones.
He could hear the dull thud of movement, something heavy
hitting wood. A chair scraping. A muffled curse. Then another crash, louder
this time. Something broke.
He stood still, taking another drag from his cigarette.
She hadn't screamed once.
That's what made him pause.
He could step in. He could end it in ten seconds flat. But…
she didn't sound like someone who needed saving. She sounded like someone
finishing something.
And he wanted to see what she'd look like when the door
opened.
Suddenly the door opened, and two women half-naked and
barefoot ran out screaming, not caring if someone was by the door.
Damian took a peek into the open room. Suddenly, Selena
stepped out, looking a bit wild, a little blood stain on the hem of her coat,
hair a bit tousled.
Damian didn't say anything, he just observed her, leaned on
the wall, and dragged his cigarette.
Selena didn't even spare him a glance, just brushed past him
as she walked ahead.
Damian took a glance into the room, and Silas was hurled by
the edge of his table, groaning and wheezing curses.
He didn't even bother stepping in. Just gave a cold smile
and walked ahead, trying to catch up with Selena, but by the time he got back
to the club, she was gone. Just like a gust of wind, she disappeared without a
trace.
He took the last drag of his cigarette and crushed the butt
beneath his feet. "She's fast," he muttered to himself.
He immediately texted Asher that he had work to do at the
office and left the club.