Chapter Eighteen
We returned to my apartment and locked the door. Rex paced nervously around the room until I managed to distract him. Fortunately for me, at that point he was healed enough for some more vigorous activities.
The night slipped by that way, alternating between paranoid fear and passion. I was losing myself in his body, his finely sculpted chest and his incredibly attractive grin. I felt like such a cliché, but I needed him. Eventually, we fell asleep, his arms wrapped around me.
We woke up early the next morning, groggy from our over active night. Neither of us spoke as I went into the kitchen area and started cooking eggs. The next night was the big fight, and it was our last full day together. I thought about calling Amy, but knew better. Nothing good would come from telling her about it. Plus, it was too late for her and Shane to do anything to help. The best thing I could do for Rex was believe in him and to try to keep him as happy and content as possible. I didn’t know what kind of mental state he was in, but I assumed he was anxious.
I smiled at him as he climbed out of bed, his hair a mess, but still looking glorious in only his tight black boxer briefs. He grinned at me as he walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on as the eggs began to fry. I scraped the pan and shuffled it, letting their yellow goodness fluff up and firm. I was a bad cook, but I could make scrambled eggs at least. I thought about Rex in the shower, and the image of his soaking wet body, shining clean and muscled, made me excited. I thought about giving up on the eggs and joining him, but decided against it. Neither of us had any alone time since the night he appeared at my door almost a week ago, and I figured he wanted at least the few minutes it took him to shower to himself.
As I jostled the eggs again, I heard something knock at the door. Startled, I took a step closer. Suddenly, the door burst open, followed by three huge guys all in black.
The door’s splinters flew at me, and I reflexively threw my hands up to protect my face. The first man through the door grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me back toward the door while the two other men fanned out into the apartment. I could hardly think or react. I tried to scream, but the man shoved his hand over my mouth. It all happened in less than five seconds.
“If you scream, I’ll fucking kill you and your boyfriend,” he said. I saw he held a gun in his other hand. I nodded, eyes wide with terror.
The second man through the door motioned back toward the bathroom. The man holding me moved his hand from my mouth and pulled a black bag from his back pocket, jostling us out into the hall.
“Put it over your head.”
I stared at him, not comprehending.
“Do it now, bitch, or you both die.”
I pulled the bag over my head. The world went completely black.
I heard muffled steps, and I was pushed further down the hallway. The man held me by the shoulders and roughly moved me down toward the steps. I stumbled along, terrified and blind, barely able to keep myself upright. I heard the two other guys following.
“Hurry the fuck up, Clutch,” one man said.
“Fuck off, she’s stumbling like a fucking drunk asshole.”
“He’s going to be after us soon, hurry the fuck up.”
“Pick the bitch up.”
I suddenly felt shoulders hit me in my knees, and then lift me up. I muffled a scream as I was flipped upside down, and I could tell one of the men had picked me up onto his back. The blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy. We were moving pretty quickly, and it couldn’t have been more than twenty seconds by the time we hit the stairway.
“Alright hurry the fuck up, Spud.”
I felt myself bouncing against the man’s back as they ran down the stairs. I silently prayed Rex would stay away, back in the shower. They had guns, and although I was sure Rex could handle these guys normally, he couldn’t stop bullets.
Soon, we reached the landing of the stairs.
“Go, go, go,” one of the guys said. We pushed out through the front door, and I felt the cool outside air on my body. I was wearing short shorts and a crappy old sweater, not nearly enough to keep myself comfortable, but I hadn’t exactly had time to change. They moved down the stoop and I felt myself banging against the man again. I heard him hit the pavement and they started running.