Chapter 5

Selena looked at her brother with disdain her beautiful eyes were sharp as she gave a cold smile.

She nodded and walked ahead with one of the men in front of her, the other two tailed behind cautiously as if fearing she would run away.

She walked along the cold corridor different sounds of lusts were heard as she passed by different doors.

Her stomach churned at the sound of those noises, one of the doors she passed by was slightly ajar, she got a quick glance of what was going on in there, a young woman probably in her late twenties with five other men.

She didn’t even want to imagine as she already felt disgusted by it. She kept her head high as she strode on her heels, not willing to give in to the fear creeping in.

They got to a door on the far end of the hall, the man in front knocked three times, more like a coded message, and the door opened, the man ushered Selena in and the two other men followed her behind as the door was shut, with the man in front waiting by the closed door.

The room was dimly light. Selena felt a bit suffocated by the darkness of the room. The walls were red. The kind that made your skin crawl, the air was filled with cigarette smoke and a mixture of sweat and cheap cologne smell.

Two women lounged beside Silas on a worn leather couch… both of them half-drunk, dresses riding up, mascara smudged to hell. One of the ladies sat on Silas’ laps, his hands gripped her waist tightly.

Another leaned against the wall snorting something off the back of his hand.

As soon as Silas saw her he smiled and lazily raised his glass, like a devil greeting a soul he’d been promised.

“Took you long enough,” he drawled, voice thick with liquor and ego.

Selena didn’t reply. She took one small step forward, just enough to let the light catch her face… calm, cold, eyes like ice.

“I must say, your brother didn’t do you justice. You’re even better in person.”

Silas stood up suddenly, pushing the girl on his laps away.

He walked close to Selena, looking at her with a sly grin. This girl was just so beautiful. “Don’t worry love, I’m not going to hurt you, I don’t bite.”

One of his men laughed from the corner. The woman in his lap didn’t even blink.

Selena’s fingers curled slightly at her sides. Her eyes turned cold as the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

“Is this what you do?” she asked quietly.

“Lure women in like animals, threaten their families and lock them in rooms like this?”

Silas raised an eyebrow and stepped closer.

“I don’t need to lure anyone. Most of them come willingly. Some just need a little… convincing.”

He gave her a once-over. “You’ll warm up. Trust me.”

He reached out to touch her hair.

That was his last mistake.

She didn’t even flinch, just moved back and grabbed the closest bottle, a whiskey, half full and slammed it against his face.

Glass shattered, blood spilled as Silas staggered backwards screaming, he didn’t even see it coming.

One of his men lunged at her from the right… big, stupid and slow, she grabbed the lamp from the table and threw it at him, he went down fast and hard, blood spraying the floor.

The second reached for her shoulders, she twisted his arm, slammed her knee into his chin, a little crack was heard, then she drove his head onto the side of the table.

The women in the room shrieked as they cowered I fear, hiding.

Silas was still on the floor, hands pressed against his bleeding face, groaning and cursing.

“You thought I was prey,” she hissed. “You brought a wolf into your slaughterhouse.”

She walked towards him as he cowered in fear.

She kicked him in his guts again and again.

“That’s for touching women who didn’t want you.”

Another hit.

“For thinking I was something you could buy.”

A kick to his gut.

“And for using my brother’s weakness to get to me.”

The women screamed once again, one still cowering at the corner, while the other two ran out of the room in fear.

Then she dropped an envelope by his side, “He took 10 grand, here are 20 grand, the remaining 10 grand are medical bills.”

She stood up, wiping her face and her hands as if she had just touched filth.

“Don’t ever go close again”, she walked out of the room.

Just outside the room before the ruckus began, Damian strode confidently through the hall, his shoes making a thud sound as he walked towards the end of the hallway.

The man at the door looked at him strangely as he walked towards him. He felt he was one of the drunk, wandering ones.

“You lost, pretty boy?”

Damian stopped in his steps, about two feet away from the man, tilting his head slightly.

She’s in there huh?”

So?” The man’s lips curled as he asked.

Damian didn’t answer. He just stepped closer and then it happened fast.

A sudden strike to the man’s ribs, the sound of air leaving his lungs was a bit comical.

Damian followed with a brutal knee to the man’s gut and an almost fatal strike to his neck.

The man dropped like a sack of bricks, not even moving.

Damian stepped over him, adjusting his cuffs and a little crease on his shirt as he leaned casually by the wall beside the door, his coat unbuttoned and his shirt a bit wrinkled either from the bar or from the sudden altercation.

He lit another cigarette… his third, just in time to hear the first crash and a man screaming. The cherry flared in the dark hallway, casting a momentary glow across his cheekbones.

He could hear the dull thud of movement, something heavy hitting wood. A chair scraping, a muffled curse, then another crash, louder this time. Something broke.

He stood still, taking another drag from his cigarette.

She hadn’t screamed once.

That’s what made him pause.

He could step in. He could end it in ten seconds flat. But… she didn’t sound like someone who needed saving. She sounded like someone finishing something.

And he wanted to see what she’d look like when the door opened.

Suddenly the door opened, two women half-naked and barefooted ran out screaming, not caring if someone was by the door.

Damian took a peek into the opened room. Suddenly, Selena stepped out, looking a bit wild, a little blood stain on the hem of her coat, hair a bit tousled.

Damian didn’t say anything, he just observed her, leaned on the wall and dragging his cigarette.

Selena didn’t even spare him a glance, just brushed past him as she walked ahead.

Damian took a glance into the room, Silas was hurled by the edge of his table, groaning and wheezing curses.

He didn’t even bother stepping in. Just gave a cold smile and walked ahead, trying to catch up with Selena, but by the time he got back to the club, she was gone. Just like a gust of wind, she disappeared without a trace.

He took the last drag of his cigarette and crushed the butt beneath his feet. “She’s fast,” he muttered to himself.

He immediately texted Asher that he had some work to do at the office and left the club.