Chapter 6 Work

• Demitri
• I roll off her and can’t help but smile. I’m not sure why it took a month for me to kidnap her back, maybe because she would have been expecting it, and where’s the fun in that?
• Turning, I look at her and see her asleep. Maybe I shouldn’t have fucked her for so long. In my defence, I’ve watched her and planned it for a month.
• I remembered that day she kidnapped me, over and over. There was no way I was going to make this something quick. She’s not about to wake, though, and I also didn’t consider the fact that I ripped her dress.
• Getting dressed, I walk out of the room and downstairs. Stopping, I look at my brother.
• “Since when did you begin kidnapping women?” He asks with a smirk.
• “I made an exception for this one. How did it go?” I ask as I take a seat with him.
• “Think we have enough answers as it is. He’s still alive if you want to try to get more from him. It appears as if he has no idea about the whole setting fire to the warehouse.” He shrugs, but that’s bullshit.
• “Yeah, right.” I don’t believe he didn’t know. He did, but for some reason, he’s acting like he doesn’t. Standing, I walk through and see Oliver strapped up.
• His face pales when he sees me. He’s already a bloody mess, in the literal sense. There’s blood all over him, cuts across his entire body. I notice one of his ears on the floor and a few toes and fingers.
• “You don’t seem to die quickly, so I guess I will continue and see if you have the answers.” I walk to the different items and pick up the hammer.
• “This looks clean. I’m guessing it’s not been played with yet?” I ask as I wave it in his face. Someone burnt down my warehouse, and there’s no way he was just watching out and doesn’t know who did it.
• His head raises, and he pushes his chin higher in an act of defiance. I allow it and don’t even react other than to swing the hammer down against his knee. I hear the shattering of the bone, followed by his screams.
• “Considering you’re not leaving here, you won’t need any bones, right?” I ask, swinging it against his other knee. Once again, I hear the bones shatter and him scream.
• “Some guy, I don’t know his fucking name! He paid me to watch his back. Said he had to get revenge on you. I swear I don’t know his name,” he screams, snot and tears running down his face.
• “That’s not enough, Oliver,” I say, swinging it against his ankle.
• “Okay! Fuck. I met him at Boudiour Bodies. The day before, he set fire to your warehouse. Footage will show him. I swear there will be proof and you will find out who it was by watching it. I swear, I didn’t know he was burning your place,” he cries, and I groan, seeing the snot drip to the floor.
• “You’re staying alive, Oliver, until I confirm this isn’t a bullshit story. If it is, be ready because I plan to break every bone in your body for lying,” I declare before throwing the hammer to the side and walking out of the room.
• I go to the door and stop. Shit, I forgot about Demi. I’m sure Oliver can survive the night, but if the guy who hired him gets suspicious and thinks I took him, he might run.
• “Paul, go the Boudiour Bodies, get footage from the day before the fire. I need every angle, all the hours,” I explain as I look at him.
• “What’s up? You’re not happy leaving her here?” He smirks at me.
• “Just go get the footage, bring it back so I can watch. Oliver met the person there, so the footage has answers. He doesn’t have their name.” I believe that. I do believe that Oliver doesn’t know the guy’s name.
• He was a fool for agreeing, even if he was just the lookout. I watched as Paul stood and left. Walking upstairs, I pushed my bedroom door open and watched her.
• She’s out of it. I love how she looks while she’s sleeping. Her wildness is beautiful, but when she’s asleep? She almost looks innocent, which I know is bullshit.
• Demi is far from innocent. I don’t move. I just stand by the door like a stalker creep and watch her sleep. I take in every moan, every movement, every twitch of her body.
• I memorise it all. I can’t wait to kidnap her again, which is fucked up as she hasn’t even left yet, and I am already planning next time. There will be a next time. I can’t seem to stop thinking about her.
• The sound of the door downstairs has me closing the bedroom door and walking down. Paul walks in empty-handed, and I frown at him.
• “They emailed it to you. It’s all online. You could have saved me a trip if you had considered that,” he laughs, and I nod. Grabbing the laptop, I open it and find the footage. I search for Oliver, and shortly after six, he walks in and sits.
• I watch and wait. People come and go; it gets to seven, and he’s still alone. Did he honestly fucking lie? I feel myself become angry until a body walks around the table and joins him.
• My eyes widen, and I laugh. Well fuck. I continue laughing, and Paul watches me. This shit has to be a joke and can’t be real. I want to question it, but the evidence is right there. I watch the money get handed to Oliver and the keys to a vehicle.
• Why? That is what I don’t get. I’m still laughing, more in disbelief than humour.
• “You’re laughing, why?” Paul asks.
• “Oh, because the person I see isn’t who I expected. Oliver mentioned they wanted revenge, and I think they will want revenge even more now,” I laugh, and he looks at me.
• “I fucked his girlfriend. Actually, she fucked me. The woman who kidnapped me? It’s her boyfriend who met Oliver. This should be fun,” I sit laughing.
• “Is that who is upstairs?” he asks, and I nod.
• “I promised to kidnap her back, and I have,” I say while smirking, and he laughs.
• “So you’re gonna have another warehouse burnt down when she gets home and finds out you fucked her again,” he says, and I nod.
• “It’s worth it,” I laugh. It will be. Guarantee this isn’t the only time I am fucking this wild cat.