Chapter 14

Damian

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?" I yelled at the receptionist at the spa.

She was visibly shaken by my tone, but I was in no mood to give a shit, "I-I don't know.”

“Spas don’t take this long. SO, WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GO?" 

"M-Maybe out the back door. No one is supposed to use that exit though." 

Apparently amid my yelling, the lady that let them out the back door heard the commotion and walked to the front. 

"I let her and Samantha out the back door. They said they were trying to avoid people in the front and I'm guessing you are those people," she sneered at me. 

Did this bitch really say that to me? Who the fuck does she think she is?  I was seriously about to lose my shit all over this fucking spa. "You did what?" 

"I let her and Samantha out the back.” she repeated.

Tightening my hands into fists a deep growl escaped my chest, "You have got to be kidding me. Have you lost your fucking mind?"  

“You need to take your ass out of here before I call the fucking police." 

I glared at the woman standing in front of me. Her attitude had my blood boiling at this point and before I did anything I would later regret, I figured it would be best if I walked away. I stormed out the front door and called Ben. 

"Hello?”

"Hey. Track Ophelia's phone and tell me where she's at." 

"She didn't?"

"Yeah, the fuck she did. Apparently, she and Sam went out the back door. Run Ophelia's card and see if it's being used.”

"Give me a minute." 

I walked out of the spa and got back into the truck and waited for Ben to give me a location. 

"Her phone is off. I'm not getting anything, and she hasn't used her card."

I hung up and threw my phone across the truck, "MOTHERFUCKER!"

    Dammit Ophelia. Why the fuck did you have to do this? I sat in the truck and thought about where she could be. I knew where Sam and Chase lived so I figured that could be a starting point. 

Sam lived outside of Montreal and Chase and Tyler lived in the opposite direction. I sent the guys to Chase's and I went to Sam's. Traffic was horrible all the way through Montreal, making the trip to Sam’s take even longer than normal.

About the time that I got to Sam's word had gotten back to Mitch that Ophelia ditched us, well me, if I'm being honest, and he called me. 

"Sir?"

"Did you find her yet?"

"I'm working on it sir. I'm going to Sam's right now to see if she is there and the guys are going to Chase and Tyler's." 

"How did this happen?"

"Apparently one of the fucking bitches at the spa let her and Sam out the back door and they took off. Her phone is off, and she hasn't used her card." 

"Find my daughter Damian," he commanded. 

“Yes sir," I said, and Mitch hung up the phone. 

I arrived at Sam's only to find that no one was there. I called the guys as they had arrived at Chase's and no one was there either.  I suddenly remembered that Chase worked at the Four Seasons, so I told the guys to meet me at the hotel. I spun the truck around annoyed at myself that I didn’t remember that before I made the drive to Sam’s.

   When we got to the hotel, we jumped out of the truck and walked inside to the reception desk, “I'm looking for Chase Romano."

"He's already left for the day." she said. 

I slammed my hand down on the desk causing the little girl behind the desk to jump. 

When I turned to walk out of the hotel, a man walked up to me, "Hello. I'm Lucas the hotel manager. What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"I'm looking for Chase Romano." 

"Well Chase is gone for the day, is there something I can help you with?"

"Yeah. I'm looking for Ophelia Geno and Chase might know where she is." 

"I could see if Chase made any reservations for her." 

He walked behind the counter and started looking at the reservations. "What time would the reservations be for?" 

"Maybe a few hours ago." 

"I don't see anything for Miss Geno or Chase."  

"Okay. Thank you."

I walked back outside and called Ben, "Dude I don't where the fuck she's at. Track their phones again." 

"Give me a little while, I'll see what I can find. I'll call you back if I pick something up." he said. 

 "We need to figure out where the fuck she would go." I said to Nathan, one of my buddies that I had picked for extra security.

"If they went to a nightclub, we’ll need to call extra guys. There are too many clubs in Montreal for us to check," he said.

"Yeah. I know."

I walked over and got in the truck. I had to figure out where the hell she would go. If they weren't at Sam's and they weren't at Chase's, then where the fuck would they go. 

About an hour later Ben finally called, "Please tell me you have something."

"Yeah. Her phone pinged at Laurent and Bullion. I'm sending you the address now."

"Watch her and let me know if she starts moving." 

"Will do." he said and hung up the phone.

My phone buzzed and the address came across. I put the address in the GPS and saw that it was on the other side of town. I stuck my hand out the window and motioned for the guys to follow me. With traffic so heavy, it was going to take us a little bit to get across town.

    

***

Ophelia

We pulled up outside an old warehouse in the middle of nowhere, "Chase, where the hell are we?"

"Just trust me!" he smirked.

We got out of the limo and walked over to a large metal door. Chase knocked on the door and a small window opened. He whispered something to the guy behind the door, the guy unlocked the door and we walked in. 

The lights were dim, there was an old elevator that only had two buttons, down and up. I looked at Chase, confused, "Where the hell are we?" 

"I heard about this place from some of my clients at the hotel. Just trust me." 

The guy that was in the elevator closed the doors, pressed the button and we went down. When we got to the bottom, he opened the doors to a massive underground night club. It looked like a rave was going on. The music was loud and there were laser lights moving with the music. The place was packed with people dancing and grinding all over each other. We followed behind Chase as he pushed his way through the crowd, we came to another metal door with two guards on either side. Chase walked up to one of the guards and said something then shook his hand and the guard opened the door revealing another room. We walked in and the doors closed behind us.

The music was as loud as the first room, but the crowd was not as large. The room had a blue tint and there were plush white chairs along the sides. The waitresses all looked like they had on either lingerie or very revealing dresses.  The back of the room was sectioned off into seating areas that had half round couches and small tables. We walked to the back and took a seat at one of the sections. A waitress came by and Chase ordered five bottles of Cristal. A different waitress came by and set shots of vodka on the table.

I had never been much of a drinker, only drinking wine every so often. Tonight however, I was about to test my limits. I threw back a shot of vodka and it burned like hell going down, but I told the girl to bring more shots.

"Chase. What is this place?" I said.

"Well, when Sam told me what was going on, I figured we needed to find a new spot. I’ve been hearing about this place for a while now, just never have actually come. Sam said that you were ditching your security, and I figured this would be harder for them to find." he laughed. 

I nodded and laughed, "Well, I guess we'll see how good Damian is."

The waitress came back with our bottles of Cristal and a few glasses, followed by shots. She had loaded down her tray and set it on the table.  Chase told her to keep the shots coming, grabbed a bottle of Cristal and popped the top. He drank a little off the top and poured us each a glass. Between the shots and the Cristal, I was already feeling good. I chugged the glass of Cristal and jumped up off the couch, "Let's dance!"

We went out onto the dance floor and started dancing. We were all dancing together when a guy came up behind Sam, she didn't hesitate to start grinding all over him. I don't blame her, he was hot. We would go back to the table, but only to take more shots and drink more champagne. 

While I was dancing with Stacy, a guy walked up behind me and started dancing with me. When I turned around, I thought my jaw was going to hit the floor. This man looked like he was crafted by the gods themselves. He was wearing black slacks with a black shirt; his sleeves were rolled up showing his tattoos and muscles. His hair was black, his eyes were brown, and he had a dark short beard on his chiseled jawline. 

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him and we started dancing and grinding on each other. I could feel his muscles as my hands explored his rock-hard body. He turned me around and his chest was pressed against my back. I leaned my head back against him and wrapped my arm around the back of his neck. His hands gently caressed my body as he brought his lips down to my neck and started kissing the sensitive spots of my neck. 

This man was getting me so hot. We danced for a while longer then went back to the seating area. I grabbed another shot and threw it back. 

"What's your name?" I asked. 

"Viktor. What's your name?"

"I'm Ophelia." 

"Nice to meet you Ophelia." 

    He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me on top of him. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me down inches from his face. I put my hands on his shoulders to brace myself, then his lips met mine. He pushed his tongue against my lips, and I opened my mouth allowing his tongue to dominate the kiss. He trailed his fingers slowly down my back to grab my ass and pull me closer. I could feel his member stiffen against me as the kiss deepened. He pulled back breaking the kiss and whispered into my ear, "Let’s get out of here.”