Chapter 25

Rudy continued for what seemed like hours. He went from person to person throughout the crowd and asked them questions to try and find his mole. His determination was somewhat admirable, although I felt like there were a lot of shady characters in the room, and any number of them could be the mole. Although, I clearly knew who the real mole was.

Marcus held onto me tightly and pushed me around behind Rudy just as he was commanded to. At one point, Rudy wanted me on my knees.

“Get on your knees bitch,” Marcus yelled as his hand pressed my shoulder firmly and forced me to the ground.

It surprised me, and I fell hard to the ground. Marcus certainly was very good at his job and appeared to be the man that Rudy thought he was. I knew he had to make it real. I knew the only way out of this for all of us was for him to push me around and be rude to me like he would for anyone else that this guy Rudy told him to.

“No need to call the sweet thing names, Skinner,” Rudy said. “She deserves to be treated nicely. Until I have to torture her.”

I looked at the ground as I kneeled, and Rudy asked another person something about knowing me. My body shook with fear, and I couldn’t hear Rudy talk anymore because my own heartbeat took over in my eardrums. I was scared, really scared, and my body started to shut down as the fear took over.

But soon Marcus had yanked me up from the ground and had me standing again.

My knees were weak, and I started to fall over. The fear that I had felt for the last couple hours was too much for me. I just couldn’t stand anymore. Marcus let go of me and let me fall to the floor.

“Jesus, Skinner, you could have caught the sweet little thing,” Rudy said as he came to my side. “Are you alright?” he asked kindly for a man who planned to torture and kill me.

I just stared at him. My body did not seem to be in my own control anymore, and the fear had made me unable to stand or even talk. I just looked at Rudy, and I couldn’t get my mouth to word anything as an answer to him.

“Skinner, take the girl over there to that room and let her rest,” Rudy said as he pointed to an old office in the corner of the warehouse.

Marcus roughly grabbed me and practically dragged me over to the office. He didn’t gently try to support me, and he didn’t kindly put his hand on my back to guide me; instead, he grabbed my upper arm and walked swiftly to the room. When my legs gave out under me, he just pulled me up with his hand that was on my arm.

“Ouch!” I let out as he pulled my arm.

“Skinner,” Rudy said. “Try to be nice.”

“Yes Sir,” Marcus said to Rudy.

Marcus threw me into the room, and I fell against the old metal table that was in it. Marcus banged his hand hard against the metal desk, and it made a loud noise that echoed through the warehouse.

“Skinner, that didn’t sound nice,” Rudy yelled from the other side of the warehouse.

“Sorry, boss,” Marcus said.

I just stayed there sitting on the floor up against the metal desk. I couldn’t move. My body was overcome with the fear and adrenaline of the situation, and I was just slightly relieved to be in a different room than Rudy.

“I’m so sorry,” Marcus said. “It will be over soon, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Marcus walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.

I let my head lay up against the desk, and I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I wanted to be in control of my body again. I just had to figure out a way to get control over the fear that pulsed through me. I needed to relax.

Rudy and his group of workers stayed out in the main warehouse for another thirty minutes or so. Then I heard the crowd disperse and Rudy’s voice outside the door to the office I was in.

“Can I trust you to watch over the girl and not kill her?” Rudy asked the man next to him.

“I won’t kill her if she doesn’t try to escape,” Marcus said in response. “I don’t have to feed her, or anything like that, do I?”

“That’s a good idea, actually; no, don’t feed her. She can drink water, and there’s a toilet over there, but that’s it. I’m going downstairs to talk with a few of these assholes and see if I can figure out who it might be. In the morning, I’ll bring a couple of them up, and you can help me give that sweet thing some pain and see if we can get a confession from someone.”

“I’d love to help with the pain,” Marcus said. “Maybe even a quick poke if you know what I mean.” Marcus made a crude hip thrusting action.

His voice sounded different, and he actually seemed like he enjoyed inflicting pain. I had chills as he said it. Marcus was very convincing as the right-hand man to Rudy; I could see why he was able to get so far in Rudy’s organization.

“OK, but leave the girl alone tonight. No torture until morning, and no fucking her, understood?” Rudy said firmly.

“Yes, sir.”

I sat there and anticipated Marcus coming through the door as I heard Rudy walk away. Any second Marcus would come in and help me escape. I looked at the door intently as I waited for him. My mind raced with thoughts of how Marcus and I could make our escape without being heard.

We could climb out the window and make our way down a drain pipe, or maybe sneak quietly down the stairwell and make a run for it. I thought about every mob movie I had ever seen and how people escaped from their murderers. Surely, Marcus and I could make a swift escape.

After a few minutes, it became apparent that Marcus did not intend to come into the office at all. I saw him pull a chair close to the office door, and he sat down. I didn’t want to yell at him or say anything for fear that there was someone else out there with him. The door was closed so I couldn’t see what was going on. For all I knew, there could have been other people still out in that room with him.

As the night wore on, I could feel myself as I became extremely tired and finally grabbed a work coat that was on a nearby chair and used it to curl up on the floor and go to sleep. My body was exhausted from the fear and stress of the day. I felt my eyes as they got heavy, and I closed them in hopes that I could get some sleep.

I took a couple deep breaths and said a little prayer that everything would work out alright in the morning. I didn’t want Marcus or any of his men to get shot, and I certainly didn’t want to be tortured by Marcus or anyone else on Rudy’s team of killers.

I hoped that Marcus would find a way to save me, and we would both make it out of the situation unharmed.

“Are you alright?” Marcus said in my ear quietly.

I opened my eyes to find Marcus kneeled down next to me on the floor. I sat up quickly and looked at him. He held a finger to his lips in a motion to be quiet.

“I’m fine,” I whispered. “Where is everyone?”

“They are all downstairs.”

“Can we get out of here?” I said, desperate to leave that warehouse and get to safety.

I sat up and started to stand, but Marcus put his hand on my leg and held me in place.

“Not yet. We have to wait until morning for backup to arrive.”

I felt my heart sink at his words. My whole hope had been on him to rescue me. The idea of sticking around all night long and waiting to be tortured in the morning did not sit well with me. We had to leave, we had to get out of the building before Rudy and his men woke up and started to torture me, or kill people. Didn’t Marcus understand the gravity of the situation? Surely he knew this could all end very badly for me.

“We could just sneak out now,” I said hopefully. “Get Zed and the other guys. We can make a run for it.”

“Babe, we can’t. I have three guys in the group downstairs, and I’ve worked for years to catch Rudy. This has to end with him in jail, and I’m going to be the person responsible.”

I nodded my head in understanding as I looked at Marcus. He seemed intent on staying for the night, and I couldn’t argue. I didn’t have enough energy to move on my own, so I was going to be at his mercy. I had to trust that he knew what he was doing.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as he handed me a sandwich.

I looked around to see if anyone was coming since I had heard Rudy tell him not to give me anything to eat.

“Don’t worry, I checked. Everyone is asleep downstairs, even Rudy.”

I ate the sandwich quickly and then drank the bottle of water that Marcus gave me. I was starving, and it felt great to get some food. Marcus took me to use the restroom, and I splashed some water on my face, but I still felt horrible.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked Marcus as I finished drinking.

“Well, there is a large swat team of people coming to raid this place in a couple hours. They should get here just before dawn, so we just have to tough it out and sit quietly for a couple hours. Should be easy, everyone is asleep, and the raid will wake them up, and Rudy can be taken into custody before he knows what happened.”

Marcus seemed so calm and at ease about the situation. It was hard for me to fathom being able to control my body and calm myself as well as he could.

I leaned in and let my head rest against his chest. I felt safe there. At that moment, with his arms wrapped around me, I felt safe. Even though there were dozens of people just a few hundred yards away that would easily kill us both, in that room, and at that moment, I felt safe.

Marcus moved to sit down next to me and pulled me up next to him. He looked at my arm which was black and blue from him dragging me into the room earlier. His lips moved down and kissed the bruise.

I could tell he felt horrible about it as his lips gently moved across my skin. I wanted to tell him it was alright; I wanted to tell him I understood he had to play the role that Rudy expected from him. Instead, I leaned down and grabbed his chin and pulled it up to meet my lips.

Our lips moved together in passion, and I let my hands hold onto the scruff of his beard.

Marcus grabbed my hips and placed me on his lap. One leg sat on each side of him as I straddled his hard body. I felt at home next to him. It had only been a few short months before that I had been overwhelmed by the wealth of muscles he had. Now, I felt more comfortable there in his lap than anywhere else in the room.

My hands moved down to stroke his chest as we continued to move our mouths in unison. His soft lips were such a contrast to the rough fir of his beard. I felt my body reacting to the passion in his hands as they moved up and down my back.

His long fingers cupped my ass in his hand as he played with my jean shorts. I felt his hands go up my back and then try to slide down the back of my shorts, but their tightness prevented him.

I continued to enjoy his tongue as his hands made their way around to the front of my shorts and unbuttoned them. Then I felt him unbutton his own pants and heard the zipper as he lowered it.

My lips separated from his as I stood up, took off my shorts, and watched as he pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants and pushed them down to his knees. I couldn’t help licking my lips as I looked at his pulsing organ and his desire for me.

With my legs on either side of him, I lowered my body over him and let my lips meet his again as I continued to lower onto his throbbing cock. A moan left my mouth as he filled me up completely, and I moved slowly against him.

His hands returned to my ass and spread my cheeks as he played with me and forced me to rock back and forth on his cock as I bounced up and down. The intensity of his body as it pressed inside of me felt like heaven.

The adrenaline was rushing through us, and the release of tension was all I could think about. If I couldn’t leave that room, at least I could feel Marcus and me together. At least it would help calm me so I could make it through the night.

We were quiet, making sure not to moan or make noises as much as possible. The silence was erotic and drove me to pay close attention to my body and how it pressed up against his. I felt everything differently, more intensely than I had ever felt before.

Soon I felt his hands pressing my hips to move harder and faster against his body. He thrust his own hips into me as we continued to kiss each other.

The kissing provided a way to muffle the low moans that left my body as I felt the buildup of excitement. As we moved harder and harder against each other, it became impossible for me to keep quiet. The pleasure was just too much.

Marcus reached up and put his hand over my mouth as I continued to moan and thrust against his raging cock.

Harder and faster we moved together until I thought for sure someone would hear us. My body shook with pleasure as one final thrust delivered by Marcus sent a surge of ecstasy through every last inch of me.

It was unsafe to be there; it was dangerous to be fucking him, but it was the perfect moment.