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“You belong to me.”
“Is that so? I don’t remember agreeing to that. Who exactly do you think you are?” Violet put her hands on her hips. “And if you think you can own me and that I should belong to you, you better prove you got what it takes. Frankly, I don’t think you can handle a gal like me.”
Brian smirked as he leaned against the wall. He took a drag of his cigarette as he stared at the feisty drag queen in front of him. Violet, she called herself. He had seen her perform time and again, and he knew he had to have her, and tonight, he finally put his plan in motion.
“You want to leave? Just try. Go on.” Brian chuckled as Violet took a couple steps to the door. “You won’t get far though before my boys bring you back.”
Brian pushed himself off the wall with a lazy smile. “So, you going to run, or would you rather behave and see your new room, Pet?"
Violet took off her heels, and she smiled coyly as she sauntered over to the man leaning against the wall. He grinned lecherously at her and she smiled prettily as she approached. “I know there’s plenty you’d like to show me,” she simpered. Once he was close enough, she kneed him hard in the groin. “But I’m not interested, you creep!” She ran outside and down the alley as he crumpled in pain.
She didn’t get far before a man tried to stop her. He grabbed her wrist and she swung her stilettos at him, managing to get his eye. But as he let go of her to grab at his injured eye, another grabbed her from behind. Violet slammed her head back hard and was rewarded with a cracking sound that was likely his nose, and his arms releasing her. It was only the appearance of a third one aiming a revolver between her eyes that prevented her from escaping.
Violet growled but held her hands up in surrender. The one with the broken nose manhandled her, twisting her arm painfully behind her back as he made her march back to the room the first man had approached her in. The one with the gun made sure she knew he was still aiming at her as he helped the one with the bloody eye back to their boss.
The first creep looked incredibly displeased at the state of his muscle. They clearly hadn’t expected her to be such a handful. Violet snarled. “What the fuck do you want with me?”
Brian glared at Violet as Shawn and Miles dragged Violet back in while Jason followed behind with his gun.
“You little bitch.” Brian stepped forward and backhanded Violet across the face. His ring cut across her cheek. “Never attack me again.” Brian then straightened up and straightened his tie and collar as he headed into his office. He walked to his desk and pulled out a simple pair of handcuffs; he had planned to use the padded leather ones, but then she had to go and kick him in the balls. Police issue it was.
With his smirk back in place, Brian walked back out, twirling the cuffs on his finger. “Looks like you’re going to be a bit tied up tonight, Pet.” Brian handed the cuffs to Jason who put them on Violet. “Now,” Brian said with with a clap of his hands, “I think it’s time I show you to your room.” With a crook of his finger, Brian turned and headed to his elevator that sat beside his office. His boys followed with Violet held between them.
Once inside, Brian turned to face Violet, mostly ignoring his bodyguards. “I hope you appreciate your room. I’ve spent quite a bit of time preparing it for your arrival after all.” The elevator dinged as it stopped. “Ah, here we are. Come.”
The elevator led to a locked door with multiple deadbolt locks. Once unlocked, it led to Brian’s loft apartment – his home away from home. Clean minimalistic furniture in the open concept living room connected to the clean yet bare kitchen. Down the hallway led to Brian’s own master bedroom, the main bathroom, and what was the guest room which had been converted to what would be Violet’s room. There was a chain lock as well as a deadbolt just in case; Brian certainly didn’t want her to escape so soon after arriving after all.
As he opened the door, Brian smiled at Violet. “I do hope that this meets your comfort, Pet.”
Violet glared defiantly at the creep after he struck her, ignoring the pain in her face. She spat and cursed at the goons as they wrangled her into police handcuffs. They were none too gentle with her. Once cuffed, she tried to shake off the meatheads who tried to manhandle her, preferring to walk under her own power. Eventually they settled on letting her walk but with their hands on her elbows.
Violet didn’t like that this psycho already had a room prepared for her and had been waiting for her arrival for quite some time. She looked around the room and stared at him dumbstruck. “Who the fuck are you?!”
She stared down the leader. “Am I supposed to be grateful, you pervert? You can’t just kidnap people. I have a boyfriend and friends who will notice I’m gone. You’re not going to get away with this,” she threatened.
“And one more thing, I’m not your ‘pet’, asshole.“
“Oh, my apologies, Pet,” Brian made sure to stress the word, “let me introduce myself. I am Brian McCook.” Brian smirked. “You may have heard of me,” Brian fiddled with his ring, “or at least of the consequences those that have not kept up their end of a deal have faced.”
A deep chuckle echoed out of Brian’s throat. “And your boyfriend? Cute. I’ve seen him around though, curiously never at your performances. He calls them what again? Vulgar?” Brian tsked. “Clearly a perfect supportive boyfriend you’ve got there.”
Brian nodded to Miles and Shawn who shoved Violet into the room. “Oh, and I think I have already gotten away with this. Who’s going to stop me?” Brian chuckled. “Sleep tight, Pet. I’ll see you in the morning.” Brian then shut Violet inside, and her then locked the door completely.
Brian then turned to his boys. “I expect you to keep alert for her on your watch. And inform the other boys as well that she’s full of spit and fire.” Once the three left, Brian then headed back out the the living room and opened up a file he had set aside on the coffee table.
Brian McCook? Who the fuck was that? At least she had a name for this creepy pervert. But how the fuck did he know about Max and what he considered her shows? This psycho clearly wanted her. This wasn’t some random thing. He’d followed her and watched her and planned this. Who knows what he’d seen… It all made Violet’s skin crawl.
The room was nice, she had to admit, but she was yet again horror-struck by how much he knew about her. Most of the items in the room were purple. He had a bottle of her favorite perfume and her preferred brand of toothpaste, as well as all the cosmetics she used. The bookshelf was populated with all her favorite titles. The bed was even made the way she preferred.
Not knowing what else to do, she put herself carefully to bed with her handcuffed hands and slept fitfully, utterly at the mercy of her stalker.