Chapter 19
Alanna
Present Day.
The stench hit me first, and bile rose up my throat burning its way to my mouth. I fought to keep it inside, but there was no use. I dropped to my knees and emptied the contents in my stomach.
“What the fuck!” Someone shouted.
Should I apologize?
“Fucking bitch,” another shouted at me.
Those stupid pregnancy hormones had tears filling my eyes.
“Clean that shit up,” someone snapped to my right, and a rag appeared in front of my face.
I didn’t dare ask for a trash can to dump the rag. Leaning forward, I grabbed the towel in my right hand and slowly open it up and move it through the liquid contents. There wasn’t much vomit, so one wipe cleaned it all up.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
And I was. I was sorry that I had to clean it up. A hand suddenly wrapped around my arm pulling me to my feet gently.
“Fucking assholes,” the man muttered.
Another man came to stand on my left as if to protect me from the rest of the room. Soon I had about five or six men surrounding me in what felt like a safe cocoon.
“I’ll take her to my room,” the one holding my arm announced.
“I get a shot with her,” a man shouted from across the room.
“I’ll take your fucking dick,” the man to my left shouted back.
“Thank you,” I tell them as they led me from the room.
“Your Reyes’ old lady?” One of them asked.
“Yes,” I lied.
I wasn’t his, and he wasn’t mine no matter what he said.
“We’ll keep you safe,” the one holding my arm said.
Looking up at him, I took in his short, light-brown hair and his amber eyes.
“What’s your name,” I asked him.
It felt important to know this, I mean they were protecting me from a hell I didn’t want to contemplate.
“Zane,” he replied with a crooked smile. Jeepers, the man. was like sex on two legs.
“Thank you, Zane,” I say tiredly.
I was exhausted between this baby and all the excitement of today. I needed to rest. Although, I felt like I still needed to stay awake. Fight it, Alanna, you aren’t completely safe here.
The door to my left opened, and Zane helped me inside.
“Get some rest. I’ll be right over here in that chair. Topher will guard the door,” he tells me while pointing at Topher.
Topher was another sexy god, but neither was as hot as Reyes. But they could give him a run for his sex god status.
Topher gave me a small smile and wave. His black hair made his blue eyes stand out. He was really cute!
“Thanks, Topher,” I tell him while turning my attention to the ones I didn’t know. “Thank you all,” I tell them sincerely.
“Reyes is going to fucking rip some heads off,” one of them mumbled as I climbed into bed.
“She’s fucking pregnant,” another announced.
I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but sleep was tugging at me and pulling me under.
“What the fuck was Sal thinking?” Zane asked the group.
“Sal doesn’t think anymore, that’s why we’re in deep with the cartel,” Topher replied.
“Reyes is going to kill us all,” another whispered.
“And we will all deserve it,” Zane said quietly.
“Not true,” I muttered, “You saved me.”
One of them laughed.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think he’ll give a shit,” another said.
“Even if you begged for our lives, it isn’t going to sway him,” Topher tells me.
They just accepted it? I couldn’t.
“No, I won’t let him,” I mumbled sleepily.
“Get some rest," Zane tells me gently.
I would save them even if it made Reyes angry. They helped me, and so I was going to help them. The sleep that I was fighting off came at me full force and pulled me into its comforting embrace. Then it was lights out for me.