Kartia: I was minding my own business when suddenlyI thought 'Hey, I've got a great idea,I should update my fan fic 'Revealing Eleven'!' lol
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Chapter 22
I checked my appearance in the mirror one more time. I was wearing a full-length cream dress that skimmed my body, accentuating all the right curves. The dress was a halter neck and the back of the dress was low, almost to the top of my ass. My arms were covered in matching silk gloves and my throat was adorned with the diamond necklace that Ric had given me.
It turned out that Silvac moved in the circles for the very rich, and I had to look the part. My hair cascaded down my shoulders in beautiful waves, but I decided to pin my hair up, letting two tantalising curls drift down my neck.
I admired the result; I looked hot. No two ways about it, modesty aside, of course.
The plan was for Ric and I to go the party together. During which time we would have a rather public disagreement. Meanwhile, Lester would be breaking into the car and getting the formulas. The timing had to be perfect – the guards patrolled the lot frequently, and the only possible gap was when the guards changed over. Unfortunately, Silvac knew this as well, and during those vulnerable 10 minutes, Silvac guarded his car. Lester wouldn't be able to get past Silvac without killing him, which the feds would really hate.
This is where I come in. It's my job to distract him during this time slot. After Ric and I have our fight, I'll have to entice Silvac to comfort me. It felt like I had butterflies in my stomach – ferocious man-eating butterflies. I re-applied my lipstick and stepped out of the bathroom.
Ric stood up as I entered the living room.
'You look stunning mi amante.' Ric said softly.
'Back at you. Yum.' Ric was wearing a black Armani suit, which had obviously been tailored for him. Damn that man is hot!
'Something else you should know. We weren't sure before, but the Feds confirmed our suspicions about twenty minutes ago.' He paused, obviously not liking what he was about to tell me, 'Babe, this man is a white slave dealer.'
What was I supposed to say to that? I couldn't think of anything witty, so I didn't say anything at all.
'Babe, I want you to promise me that under no circumstances will you leave the room with him.'
'I promise. I don't want to be sold to a 70 year old pervert in Saudi Arabia.'
'If you want to back out, now is the time to say so.'
'Let's do this.' I said to Ric.
He smiled at me, 'Proud of you amante.' Then he took my hand and led me to his car.
The drive there was fast and silent. I was nervous but I kept telling myself that it'd be ok; after all, I have a mic and several sexy men to help me, what could go wrong?
The house was huge and beautiful, but it didn't rival the batcave. Someone parked our car for us, and we entered the soiree. Ric mingled with an ease that surprised me, flashing hundred watt smiles and making polite chit chat. He kept his hand at the small of my back and I felt much better. I could almost pretend that it was just another social function like the hundreds that Dickie had dragged me too. Almost.
I felt Ranger tense beside me, and I followed his gaze to our target. Silvac stood, surrounded by three beautiful women. Damn, this'd make it much harder for me.
'No competition Querida.' Ric whispered into my ear. I smiled at him and leaned forward as if I were murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, 'should we start getting annoyed with each other yet?'
'Yeah,' he breathed back, 'I'm going to start ignoring you now ok? Just get more and more annoyed.' I nodded fractionally. Let the games begin.
At first it was just little things, not asking for my opinion on something, but an hour later his hand had left the small of my back and he was talking animatedly with a stunning blonde about some up and coming artist, blatantly ignoring me.
I kept telling myself it was the job, but I really didn't like the way the blonde was eyeing Ric – and I hated the way he was eyeing her.
So, when I noticed it was a few minutes to the time, I may have been a little more vociferous than Ric and I had intended.
I elbowed him in the side, hard.
'What the fuck was that for?' He demanded.
'You're an asshole.' I replied calmly. Then I poured my champagne all over him. It had been a full glass. Heh heh heh.
I turned on my four inch hells and stalked off. As irritated as I was, I still kept the job in mind, so I stalked towards Silvac. He was dressed in an expensive navy suit, but no amount of money could make him look young, and he carried all 55 years on his face. His body could, at best, be described as corpulent.
I picked up another glass of champagne from a passing waiter. I took a sip, 'it's good champagne, shame I wasted it on that idiot – at least it'll ruin his shirt. ' I said.
Silvac smiled at me, 'I don't recognise him. Who is he?'
'A nobody. And that's all he'll ever be. Family money. He's got the initiative of a bunch of rocks.'
Silvac laughed, and the sound grated along my spine like nails grated on a blackboard. I couldn't suppress a shudder, but he mistook it for a shiver of desire.
His smile turned lecherous, and his hand stroked down the bare skin of my back. Eww! I shuddered again and his smile widened. He moved his body closer to mine and leaned down so he could whisper in my ear. I glanced over his shoulder towards the clock. Only five more minutes to go.
'You're the most beautiful woman here, I noticed you the instant you walked in. I knew I would have you. He's a fool.'
'Thank you,' I replied in my most sultry voice.
'You're quite welcome, it's only the truth.' His voice all but dripped, he was so slimy. Five minutes can be a really long time. 'Come, let us go somewhere more private.'
'I don't think so,' I said, as politely as possible, 'but I'm flattered.'
'You should have said yes. It would have made things so much smoother.' He sighed. 'Look up,' he instructed, 'towards the gallery.' I looked, and my heart stopped. There was a man, and he had a gun drawn – pointing down towards Ric's head.
'I saw the way you were with each other at the beginning. No matter how he treated you tonight, you love him. Now, if you come with me, quietly, I won't kill him. Understand?'
I nodded. Silvac took my hand firmly and started to lead me out of the room.
'Wait,' I said, 'tell your man to go.'
Silvac nodded and gestured to the man above us, who put his gun away, and disappeared from the gallery.
I felt my stomach lurch, Babe, I want you to promise me that under no circumstances will you leave the room with him. I didn't want to break my promise to Ric, but it was Ric's life on the line, and I'd rather have him angry with me than dead. I didn't hesitate; I walked through the door, leaving relative safety behind.
Silvac led me through a series of corridors and hallways, within minutes I was hopelessly and utterly lost. No way could I find my way out of here by myself.
I hoped the boys who were listening in to my mic were coming up with a brilliant rescue plan right this minute.
Silvac led me down into the underbelly of the house; finally we stopped in an anteroom. He opened a cupboard and pulled out some rope. He tied my hands together, behind my back. Shit. I'd been hoping that he would tie them in front of me, no such luck.
'I would love to enjoy you myself, but the van is leaving in a few minutes, so sadly I cannot. Not fully anyway.' Then he slid his hands down my back and under the fabric of my dress to grip my ass. In that moment, I hated thongs. He pulled me to him and then he untied the halter neck of the dress, peeling down the front so he could ogle at my breasts.
He smiled disgustingly and reached up and fondled me, it was all I could do to restrain myself from screaming. No one would hear me down here anyway, and it would piss him off. Rule number one in the victims handbook; don't piss off your kidnapper.
'What the hell,' he said. He undid his pants and tugged them down, and then he lifted my dress up and eased my panties down. To hell with rule one. I screamed in his ear as loudly as I could.
The door opened. The man in the doorway shook his head in exasperation, 'we don't have time for this Silvac. We're already behind schedule because you wanted to add one. So put your fucking dick away.' Then the man grabbed my arm and hauled me painfully out of the room. Thankfully, my dress slipped back into place, covering the flip-blade I'd hidden in my left garter.
Kidnapper 2 dragged me through another door and then I was outside. A white van was idling just next to the door. Kidnapper 2 opened the back of the van, and the light of the moon illuminated the inside, revealing several young women tied up in the back. The man shoved me in the back, not bothering to tie up my legs.
'All right man, you're cleared to go,' kidnapper 2 said to the driver. If the driver replied I didn't hear it.
Kidnapper 2 slammed the back of the van shut, and we were plunged into darkness.
