Angelina [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (3 page)

“She looks a lot younger though.”

Ben shrugged his shoulders.

He looked back at the screen. “That guy, zoom in on him. Is he the one from the other night?” Ben asked.

Reynolds zoomed in closer. “Can’t tell, why?”

“You remember that woman who went missing and how the cops tracked her original location here at the club?”

“Yeah. Witnesses said she left with a guy.”

“They found her. She was raped and she had drugs in her system. I can’t believe these lowlife men. It must suck to have to drug a woman just to have sex with her.”

“What are you saying, that this guy is the same guy?” Reynolds asked.

“No. I’m just saying I recognize him from last week. There’s just something about him that’s all.”

They watched until they saw the way the woman began to act.

“Something isn’t right,” Reynolds whispered.

“Call Bull. He can get to her fastest from his location.”

* * * *

Charles shoved her against the wall and kissed her hard on the mouth. She tried to push him away, but she felt drunk and weak. This wasn’t right. She didn’t feel right, yet her body buzzed with something.

“That’s it, baby. You’re perfect and exactly what the man ordered. I can’t even resist a taste of you myself,” he said against her neck, and she knew this was wrong.

His mouth was on her neck, and she was trying to fight him off. A panicked feeling filled her gut as she fought for control of her mind and her body. On instinct, she resisted his touch. She lifted her knee fast and hard, catching him in the crotch.

“Bitch!” he yelled then forearmed her in the breast. She screamed, and in a flash she heard a door swing open and someone yelling.

“Let go of her. Stop right there.”

She nearly fell to the floor as Charles released her and took off. There were numerous footsteps and men yelling until she felt strong hands grip her waist.

“Hey, sweetie, are you okay?”

She looked up until she locked gazes with some big guy she had never seen before.

“Is she okay? What the fuck happened?” She recognized that voice, and as the big guy released her, Terrance popped in front of her.

“Angelina? What happened? Did that guy try something with you? Are you okay?” he asked firmly.

* * * *

Terrance was filled with anger and concern for Angelina.

“Find that asshole.”

“They’re on it, boss,” Bull told him. As soon as Terrance got the call over the radio about Angelina, he practically flew down the staircase and slammed into numerous people trying to get to her. He saw Bull enter the back exit hallway first.

He held Angelina steady. Damn she smelled incredible and looked so beautiful and classy.

Her held her face between his hands and tilted it up toward him.

“Baby, are you okay? What happened?”

She hiccupped and smiled.

“I’m great. It’s nice to see you, Terrance,” she slurred then wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.

He was shocked. Something wasn’t right. She had just arrived at the club. She couldn’t possibly be drunk already.

“You smell good,” she whispered as he grabbed her arms and unlinked them from around his neck.

“Fuck. She’s drunk,” Bull said.

Terrance looked into her eyes. “I know her, Bull. She’s not drunk. There’s something wrong. Look at her eyes.”

Terrance held her face between his hands and saw that her pupils appeared dilated. She looked high. His gut clenched as fear and anger nearly consumed him.

“She’s not drunk, she’s been drugged.”

Terrance pulled Angelina against his side and walked her to the elevator.

“I want Reynolds and Ben to look over the security tapes. Find that asshole and see if you can get a name on him. Also see if he placed something in the drink. Tell Ron and Smith to find her other friend. Felix and the other friend are in room three.”

“Got it, boss,” Bull stated then spoke into his mic.

Terrance was filled with mixed emotions. He was angry, he was worried and he couldn’t believe that Angelina was in his and his brother’s club. When his men found the asshole that drugged her, he was a dead man.

He paused as he felt Angelina run her fingers through his hair. She moved in front of him and pressed her body against his.

“I always wanted to do this.”

It was too much, having her this close to him. She was so beautiful and young. His cock hardened from the feel of her body. Her breasts felt full and large as she pressed them against his chest. She tilted her head up and kissed his chin.

He grabbed her wrists to stop her from rubbing his hair.

“Angelina, stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.” The elevator chimed, indicating that they had arrived upstairs, and Angelina made a similar sound with her mouth. She was flying high and he wasn’t sure what to do. He walked her down the hall to his main office.

He heard the call coming through his wrist mic. He lifted his wrist as he held Angelina by her waist.

“I need you here now, my office,” he stated to Lucifer.

As he closed his door, Angelina wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders.

“You sound so bossy. Who were you talking to?” she asked as she lifted her thigh and rubbed it against his. This was torture for him. She was a sexy woman, and he would love nothing more than to rip the dress off of her and make love to her, branding her his own, but he knew he couldn’t. He and his brothers still hadn’t made up their minds. It didn’t seem fair to take Angelina away from her life as she knew it.

He pushed her leg down and she nearly lost her balance.

“I want you to sit down, Angelina. I’m going to get you some water.”

“No water, and no martinis. There’s something wrong with the martinis,” she slurred.

He knelt down on the floor.

“Did you taste something bad in them, sugar?” he asked her, trying to figure out what drug was in them.

“No. Just felt it right away. Why are we talking so much? We’re alone now, Terry, baby. I want to touch you.” She ripped open his button-down shirt and pressed her hands against his chest. He was shocked and then she licked his nipple, rubbed her palms all over him and began to rub herself against him again.

The door to the office shoved open, and Terrance was grabbing her hands trying to stop her.

“Please, Angelina, you don’t know what you’re doing.” She released him and moved to the side. That was when she saw Lucifer.

“What the hell is going on? Someone said a woman was drugged.”

“Close the door, Lucifer.”

Angelina grabbed Terrance by the waist of his pants and began to undo his belt. He grabbed her hands and then glanced at Lucifer, giving him an evil look.

Lucifer seemed to be putting two and two together as Terrance was doing everything in his power not to reciprocate Angelina’s moves. His anger grew deeper, knowing that some guy nearly took her out of the club in this drugged state.

“Angelina, you have to stop, baby. That guy you were talking to, the one who brought you down the hall to the back exit door, drugged you.”

“Where is he?” Lucifer asked.

She rubbed herself against him then kissed Terrance’s chin and licked and sucked on his neck as she rubbed her mound against his cock.

“Please make love to me, Terrance. I want you so badly. I want you and your brothers, but they don’t want me.”

Lucifer pulled her away from Terrance. He held her by the shoulders and looked at her face

“Lucifer?” she asked and held his gaze as her body swayed.

“Her pupils are dilated. We may have to get her stomach pumped, because there’s no telling what he gave her. We have to report this, Terrance. She could have been raped.”

“You’re so serious, Lucifer. Stop being so serious.” She pointed her finger at his cheek and ran it down and into his mouth.

She stood up on tiptoes and kissed his lower lip. “Mmm…you taste good, too. Why don’t you want me? Don’t you like my body?” She cupped her breast. When she did, she pulled away and held herself.

“Angelina, what is it?” Lucifer asked her.

She shook her head as if trying to get rid of the sensation.

“It hurts. He hurt me,” she whispered.

“We’re going to take you to the hospital, Angelina. You need help,” Lucifer whispered.

“No hospital. You look at it.” She began to pull down her top when Terrance grabbed her hands to stop her.

“Jesus. We have to get her out of here.”

“No, Terrance. Make love to me. Both of you.” She tried to kiss him, but Terrance and Lucifer stopped her.

Terrance held her firmly by her arms.

“No, Angelina. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

She pushed away from him and nearly stumbled.

“You’re just like Mike and Tye. They treat me like I’m a daughter and not a woman. I am a woman!” she yelled, and then she held her head between her hands.

“Angelina, are you okay?’ Terrance asked as he reached for her.

“I’m going to be sick.”

Angelina felt exhausted and nauseous as she sat on the couch at home. She should be resting but she couldn’t. She couldn’t stop thinking about the guy Charles and how stupid she was to forget the number-one rule when going out to a bar.

Never accept drinks from strangers.

She was always supposed to watch the bartender make the drinks. She was stupid and it nearly cost her everything. Never mind of all the clubs she, Vera, and Elle went to, it had to be one owned by the Bouchets. As she thought about Lucifer and Terrance, she wondered what had happened. At the hospital she wound up vomiting continuously and they didn’t have to pump her stomach. Thank God, because she heard the details of the process, and that wouldn’t be fun. She was lucky that they gave her something to calm her as she tried to answer questions from police officers and detectives. Everyone was there and filled with concern. She felt like such an idiot. Mike, Tye, Lucifer, and Terrance were there, too, and they all appeared so fierce looking. She was the one in pain. Even now her belly and ribs ached when she walked, and her breasts were bruised. She couldn’t remember from what.

The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted her thoughts. She stood up slowly, but before she could walk, the door opened and Vera and Elle arrived carrying flowers and a box of pralines. Angelina’s favorite on a normal day. Not now, after her stomach remained in knots.

“How are you feeling?” Vera asked as she plopped down on the couch next to Angelina. Elle took a seat on the coffee table.

“Like crap. I’m tired, my stomach and ribs hurt, and there’s this bruise on my breast. Not sure where the hell that came from.”

Vera looked at Elle who raised her eyebrows at her.

“What? What did you find out from Felix?” Angelina asked.

As Vera told Angelina about the video surveillance and how the guy kissed her and grabbed her breast, Angelina felt worse.

“Oh God, it was all on video?”

“Yep, and the word around the club is that Terrance, Lucifer, and his brothers were pissed off. No one working there had ever seen them so angry. The guys in security caught you on tape, fighting off the guy, despite the drugs, and then you were jumping Terrance’s bones.”

“Oh shit! I didn’t…oh, Vera, please tell me that you’re messing with me.” Angelina covered her face and shook her head. She slowly spread her fingers wider to peek at Vera in anticipation of her saying she was teasing her. But, no such luck, Vera shook her head then laid her hand on Angelina’s knee.

“Well, if they don’t want you now, then I guess it is really time to move on.”

“How embarrassing. I threw myself at Terrance. He must think I’m such an ass. That’s it. This is over. I’m done lusting over them. I can’t live like this.”

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. No one blames you for what happened. Haven’t you read the papers, Angelina?” Elle asked.

“No, I was a bit under the weather the past few days.”

“Well, you should Google search the current missing women cases. Apparently, the police believe that someone is drugging women and then taking them. No bodies have been found, so they think that the women are either still alive or were taken out of New Orleans, maybe even the country,” Elle stated.

Angelina covered her mouth with her hand. “That could have been me or either of you.”

“No, not us. That guy was probably a wannabe. Just some dick that can’t get women the normal way and cuts to the chase using drugs,” Vera added.

“I don’t know about that. I was totally out of it. I don’t even remember having a conversation with him, just flashbacks of his face, especially at night.”

“Damn, that’s terrible. If you want me to stay here with you, I can until you feel safe?” Elle offered.

Angelina smiled. “I appreciate it, but I’m okay.”