- KILLIAN -
I stepped into the bar with a firm expression on my face. My jaw tightened just by sighting this place, I hate it already. I ran my eyes around, trying to find her.
She’s not in sight. It is kind of frustrating to think she’s with another man, probably doing unholy things. But co on, who am I kidding? What do I know about that?
I sighed and dug my hand into my pocket to bring my phone out and clicked on Tinder. It’s the only ans of communication I have with her. After tonight, I don’t give a fuck how I feel, I will take her number. Just to have it and be a call away.
Maybe I’ll give her mine.
The thought choked . I’d rather not but when she pulls a stunt like this, I think it’s only reasonable.
I took a deep breath in and texted her. ’I’m here.’ I sent the ssage. And I’m angry.
My fists clenched as I gazed around the bar, still trying to locate Hazel. A normal bar is ant to be for drinking yet this one looks like it’s ant for hooking up. God knows I want to close this place up but why make soone’s business suffer based on an emotion I feel towards soone I don’t even give a shit about?
Because I can.
I stared at my screen to check if she replied. A ssage dropped in just now.
’That was fast.’ I read. ’I’m at the end of the bar. et there x’
I cleared my throat and dipped my phone in my pocket. Which end? I stared at all the corners of the bar. There are so many occupied tables and people here. She didn’t even specify what she is wearing or doing. I guess I have to find her. Again.
I ran my eyes around the bar again. Oh, fuck it, I’m not doing this!
’I can’t see you.’ I pulled my phone out and texted. She replied imdiately.
’When you get in, walk down, past the bar counter. The last table in VIP is where I’m at.’ That’s interesting. How I’ll take her out of here won’t be very fitting for a VIP service.
I did as instructed by her text. The further in I walked in the bar, the more I hated this place. It reeks of alcohol and beer like every other bar but I hate it. Maybe because she’s here.
My gaze narrowed when I got to the end of the bar, trying to find her despite the purplish illumination. I finally sighted the table Hazel’s at and went straight to her. She’s not alone but she’s not with any man either. In fact, no man is sat in her table.
That made ease up a little bit. At least there’s so kind of reassurance that she’s okay and uninvolved in things I thought she was.
"Hello ladies." I greeted the won first. They stared at with awe. I could’ve stared at them more to decode their reaction but it’s not my concern. My attention is on the drunk lady sat in front of . Hazel.
As her gaze trailed up to look at , her mouth dropped. She seems surprised. But she shouldn’t be after texting on Tinder. How desperate was that? I clearly made my intentions clear when I wiped everything concerning from her phone. My hardened glare was on her and I noticed her throat clench before she muttered a word. "Killian..."
"Hazel." I called her na back. "Get the fuck up, now." My voice is stern, so is my gaze. Hell, she made co here this late out of fear. To make it worse, she’s drunk. I stared at the drink in front of her. It’s a milkshake.
I can’t believe she’s been spiking it with alcohol. Who even serves milkshakes in a bar?
Hazel is still sitting. "Don’t make say this a third ti. Up. Now." I said.
Hazel stood up. Her body staggered forward, uncontrolled. I took a step back to avoid her body falling on mine. As much as I’d love to hold her if that happens, part of wants her to fall. Maybe the ground will knock so sense into her.
Why am I even this pissed? Why on earth does this girl’s action irk so much?
"Okay. Just give a second-" She turned and waved to the ladies with her then grabbed her purse. When she got out of the confinent of the seat and table, she froze. "Wait, what are you doing here? I’m supposed to et with a," Hazel held her phone in her hand to look at the na on my profile. "... Damien."
"Surprise." I flashed my teeth then closed my mouth imdiately. She looks cross at my sarcasm.
"I am not coming with you. I’d rather call an Uber."
In that state? Even an Uber driver would take advantage of you.
"I’m not having any of this." I bent down and lifted her up the ground by her legs. Hazel is screaming and hitting my chest and back with her hands and feet but I can’t care less about that. My attention drifted to the won on her table. "If anyone asks ladies, she’s with ." I handed out a card. "My details are there. Don’t hesitate to call if you’re worried but I’ll bring her back before eight." I said and made my way out of the bar.
"Put down! Asshole! Killian, let go of ." Hazel struggled in my grasp as I made my way to my car.
"Resisting will only make this harder for you. Stop."
"I will once you put down."
I rolled my eyes with a scoff. I just sighted my car. Maybe I’ll grant her wish sooner than later after all.
"Done. Wish granted, now, respectfully, shut up." I said to her and opened the door to the back seat.
"I’m not going in there." She said.
"I didn’t open it for you." I leaned inside to grab a rope and cuffs. I always keep these in the back seat of my car. I knew she’d resist if I asked her to so I grabbed her wrists instead and forced the cuffs on her hand.
Hazel stared at with confusion. "What... what are you doing?" She asks. Her breath reeks of whatever she had.
"You’ll find out soon enough." I raised her up and sat her on the boot of my car. I held her legs together and made a tight knot. Of course she wrestled quite weakly with but I’ve survived bullets and cuts. That wouldn’t hold back that easily. I carried her on one shoulder and pulled my car trunk open. "Be quiet this ti. Because no one’s saving you." I threw her body inside my trunk.
I’d really love to tie her mouth as well but I won’t do that. I’m giving her the choice to scream herself into fatigue. It’ll be easier to get her to sleep faster that way. I crouched down to et her gaze.
"This is harassnt, Killian. I swear, I’ll call the cops." I laughed.
I’ll give her the honour to try. I threw her purse in and kept her phone in front of her. "Try your best." I said with a smirk. "And kitten, don’t worry, I’ll be gentle while driving." I waved and closed the car trunk.
I hadn’t even walked to the driver’s seat before her scream bled my ears.
My GOD! Did I underestimate the loudness of a drunk lady’s voice.
At this rate, I might actually be followed by cops. Not that I care. I strolled to the driver’s seat and pulled the door open. I sat and dipped my key in.
I did this once and I can’t believe I’m doing it again. I hope no future circumstances makes bring her back to my ho.
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