Chapter 3 The open door.

My eyes shut, as I swayed my hips from side to side following the beat. The music changed and the beat fastened, I halted my head back throwing my hair out of my face.

"Another shot of tequila please." I practically shouted in the waiter's ear because of the loud music.

"Jeez this is like your 9th!" He exclaimed preparing my drink.

"Mind your own shit." I barked back at the poor waiter and peered out of the glass window of the club.

I was greeted by a pair of brown-black eyes staring back at me.

They seemed familiar, oh no I knew them very well. The intense stare competition stayed for only a second before the pair stared fading in the cold-dark night, fading further away till it finally disappeared.

Tho It was only for a second but I could have sworn it was Damien.

I drank the shot so fast it almost came out of my nose.

I made my way to the barely visible dance floor 'again' and closed my eyes following the beat. My hands were up in the air doing god knows what and heels clicking on the Marble floor, but my mind was still fixed on the eyes.

I felt someone's hands sneak up to my waist and moving it in their rhythm. His breath hit my back, giving me more warmth than it should because of the backless dress I let them be and turned around to look at the face, although it was pretty dark in the club I could make out his fine details.

His light blue eyes shining down at me, and his smile was so luring.

There was just something in this man I couldn't resist, it was almost like I had been hypnotised by him.

I had been taking note of his every single detail and noticed a very familiar tattoo on his neck., it was a heart with two circles on it's bottom cutting through and surrounding it, did I come across another bates brother?

I realised I had been staring at him for quite a while now.

"Looks like you want a tour in my eyes!" He chuckled.

My face must have been like tomato by now, good thing the club was dark, he didn't notice or so I thought.

"I had already been bothered enough by Hayden the past week, I couldn't afford more" I thought and continued dancing with the man for a good 15 mins.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The blue-eyed man Whispered shouted a voice in my ear.

I nodded and made my way to the bar, even tho my eyes were droopy and, felt like I could pass out any second.

"I'll have a glass of red wine. The house wine is fine." he looked at me after, "I'll have a glass of white" I slurred while speaking.

The man chuckled, "stressed from work,huh?" He said taking a sip from his wine.

'Is it that obvious?' I though and smiled at him before gulping the whole Glass in one go.

"Meet me in the vip's" he whispered in my ear. I smirked and nodded.

I looked at him as he walked away. I got up to go "the man is too dangerous" I looked at the bartender again giving me advices.

"And I am too drunk to care." I said rising my eyelids revealing my bloodshot red eyes clearly showing how intoxicated I was.

I walked away to the vip, I came in a certain room, the one with the open door.

The moment I entered, I was grabbed by a great force and pushed on the bed. I shut my eyes tightly as a result of reflex action. I felt someone hovering over my shaking lying figure.

I heard the same whisper again, "let's go to my house, this is is not the best place." He said grabbing wrist, I wasn't physically strong because of all the alcohol intake but mentally I was screaming.

I tried loosening his grip by moving my wrist but all of it went in vain.

"Will you freaking stop?" He shouted, and I froze on my spot, not knowing what to do.

My eyes were still droopy, but I was well aware that he had a freaking gun in his pocket?

Oh no shit.

I let him drag me out the club, my eyes traveled up to his neck.

Holy freaking shit.

He had the same kind of tattoos as the bates brothers.

Is he one of them?

No way.

I had seen this tattoo while dancing but I surely was too drunk to realise but I don't think I can get fooled again by his charms.

His strange behaviour adding on to the suspicious list of bates brother.

He had both of my wrists firm in his grip. I wriggled my wrists trying to get out of his large palm but was in vain every time.

I saw a black van approaching, and stopped right a few steps ahead, I panicked and tried to run but waa jabbed back to his chest by a sudden pull.

He took me to van while I was still struggling.

The door opened and what I saw next made all the colour drain out of my face and stop dead on my tracks.

In the van was a pool of blood and even bloodier Damien lying, pointing the gun to my head with his right hand while the left one was trying to stop the bleeding.

"Get in or I'll shoot!" He commanded with anger clearly audible in his voice.

By now I was fully sober, and quite capable to imagine what would happen if I didn't do as said.

I got in and was moved to the back seat with Aiden looking at me, making sure I won't escape.

I analysed the whole car and the people in it, a masked person totally immersed in driving.

I looked here and there in an attempt to look for an attempt to escape.

"There isn't any way, if you jump out of the van you'll probably hurt yourself and lose and ounce of faith that we have in you." Hayden said as I looked at him dumbfounded but did not utter a word.

I finally gathered the courage to speak up and so I did, "what do you want from me? Why are you doing this?" My voice came out as a whisper barely audible.