Chapter Six

Janelle

Alex whispered as he grabbed my arm, “I clearly told you he was busy.”

My eyes narrowed, heart racing, then I yanked my arm free.

“Everyone, leave,” Damian commanded. Alex crossed his arms tightly before departing with the two ladies in the room.

Damian got up and walked over to the bar counter. “You know you shouldn’t be here…” he said as he reached for a wine bottle from the shelf. He turned and asked, “Care for a drink?”

I didn’t reply.

He poured the wine into the glass and said, “I don’t just give this wine to anyone.”

Finally, I forced out, “Then why are you giving it to me?” 

He locked his eyes on mine and smiled.

“What exactly did you mean by I was always the one?” I questioned.

The corner of his lips lifted into a smirk, “you shouldn’t pay attention to every single word, Janelle,” he said, then suddenly flung the wine at me.

I stepped back from the splash.

“What the heck?” I snapped.

“What was that for?” I said as I grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped my dress.

He offered a hand as he stepped closer, “my apologies. Mind if I make up for this?” He said.

I rolled my eyes and spat, “that won’t be necessary!”

With that, I walked out of the room and headed straight to the parking lot. 

Alex stood there, blocking my way. 

“Move,” I said, my voice frosty, before turning to leave.. 

“Get in,” Damian’s voice came from behind.

“No.”

Alex pushed me into the car and lowered his head. Damian got in and drove off at high speed.

“Can you at least slow down? You’re not trying to kill me, are you?” I yelled as I grabbed the seatbelt tightly.

He smirked and the car slowed down.

“Where are we going?” I questioned, looking around, then realized we were out of town.

He drove down to an abandoned building right in the middle of the forest.

“Get out,” he snapped.

“You wouldn’t want to miss the show…” he said as he got out and walked straight into the building.

I didn’t move. I stayed in  my seat.

I took out my phone to call but it didn’t work. That’s when I realized there was no signal.

Oops.

I got down from the car and pulled my phone up in the air to search for a signal. A scream tore through the silence from inside the building.

My chest pounded hard.

I crept towards the broken window and peered inside.

A man held his bleeding hand and kept screaming. In Damian’s hand, was a knife covered in blood. My hands flew to my mouth as a gasp escaped.

Damian turned to me but before his eyes could catch my sight, I turned away. 

My feet rooted to the spot.

Then Damian called, “come inside, Janelle.” 

My fingers tightened around the door handle, but I didn’t move.

“Don’t make me drag you!” He said again.

I sighed, then walked in through the front door. I stared at the man as tears streamed down his face. Damian stood up and walked over to me, the knife pressed into my palm.

My fingers trembled around it as the man’s broken cries filled the room.

“Kill him,” he let out. 

My eyes widened, my stomach twisted violently. “What?” I spat.

He leaned in, and whispered, “If you want to know what I meant earlier…then kill him, Janelle.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came.

“And if you want to know what truly happened to your brother, you’ll kill this man first. He could be part of the gang,” he said with a smirk.

My breath hitched.

No one knew about my brother.

How did he know?