ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Tight End (Bad Boy Football Romance) (New Adult Alpha Male Sports Romance) (50 page)

Chapter 2

The two stayed out until late. Instead of going home with his dance partner, Matt had gotten rid of her and the more he drank, the more his attention was put on Farrah. She tried to push it off, but around one in the morning, he was getting more and more insistent.

“Come on Farrah. Just once. I want to be your first. I dream about it you know.”

She was tipsy, maybe too much to drive, but her friend was beyond any recovery that night. Farrah wanted to leave, but he was starting to worry her. Calling a cab, she helped him out front and got groped in the process. She was going to let it slide, but there was more than a little relief when he was on his way home. He could worry about getting his car the next day she figured.

Going out to her own car, Farrah decided that it would be best if she just walked the few blocks to her own place. It had been a long day and the last thing she needed was a DUI. She started out towards the college dorms, passing a few people on the sidewalks. There weren’t many people out, but the ones that were out weren’t very nice looking. Farrah kept her eyes down until she heard a noise down one alley and looked over.

She shouldn’t have, she wished she hadn’t. There were several men by the back of a truck that had the metal door slid up. They were unloading something and it didn’t take her long to realize that she had stumbled onto a scene that she shouldn’t have. She looked down, but saw one of them look her way. Trying to act like she was minding her own business, which she should have been doing in the first place, she kept walking. It didn’t work as she heard yelling and then the men running down the alleyway.

Her heart racing, she started to run, only a couple of block to the dorms and lots of people. Farrah cursed her heels, slowing her down and she stopped as she heard the footsteps getting closer. There was no sense in being tackled. They got her and now her mind tried to figure out what to say.

“Wait, I didn’t see anything.”

“Then why were you running?”

A hand spun her around and she looked up at the large man. He smiled at her in such a way that made her insides tremble, the gold on his teeth shining in the street light they stood under. “When a couple of guys chase you in a dark alley, you run.”

Farrah lifted her foot up and pulled her heel off. “These shoes didn’t help. I am just going home and have already forgotten what I seen.”

“I thought you didn’t see anything?”

The other man with him was tall, but thin with a deadly look in his eyes. He kept looking around and then leaned into the one holding her. “We’ve got to go and I don’t know what to do with you. Boris thinks you should come with us.”

Her other heel was taken off. She was trying not to show her fear, but the very last thing she wanted to do in the world was go anywhere with the two men. Nodding her head, she looked behind her and thought for a moment if she should make a run for it.

“Don’t even think about. Come with us willingly or not, doesn’t matter. You are coming with us.”

He was so sure of himself and that bothered her more than anything else. It was the confidence and then the gleam of metal near his waistband that made it clearer to her. A man that carried a gun and looked like that wasn’t in the business of letting things go. She didn’t know why she had to come with them, but it couldn’t be for a good reason. “Why can’t you just let me go?”

“It’s not our decision to make.”

“If not yours, then who?”

“It will be up to Nate. Sorry. You are just in the wrong place, at the wrong time.”

***

They put something over her head and led her to the truck. She was set in between the two men and then another one pushed in, pushing her against the large one that had first grabbed her. From their talking she gathered the skinny one was Boris and the large one went by Randall. The third person didn’t say much and no one said anymore names except Nate. She had no idea who they were talking about, but she had gathered it was their boss and most likely someone that she wouldn’t want to meet.

Farrah didn’t try to talk to them. It became clear quickly that they were not going to let her go. It was not what Nate would want and pissing him off was not something any of them seemed willing to risk. That she was going to be thrown to him, a man that his own people were afraid of, the ones that knew him best did not sit well with her.

The truck eventually stopped and she could see light from underneath the black hood that they had put on her head. It appeared they had driven into a building and the idea that she was taken to where he was made it worse. If they took her to their hideout, Farrah didn’t figure that she would ever get to leave. Her mind became her worst enemy, conjuring up a million possibilities of how it would all turn out.

She heard a large door shut and the sound of something like a powered garage door. The door beside her opened and there was a relief when Randall got out of the truck. He grabbed her arm and pulled out from his side. He had to catch her from falling when her leg got caught on the seatbelt.

“What the hell do you have? This was not supposed to be part of the pick-up.”

“Yes Sir, but she was there and we weren’t sure what you wanted to do with her.”

“Go put her in the office.”

Nate looked at the body with no face. There was an inclination of the rest of her, but he was too pissed off to look at her in such a way more than a glance. His idiots had brought someone back and now he had to make a decision he shouldn’t have to make. He waited until she was out of ear shot and behind the thick door of his office.

“What the hell Randall?”

“She saw us unloading on Jefferson. What was I supposed to do? We started towards her and she took off. Real calm though, didn’t freak out like you would have thought.”

It was a strange way to say it and it made Nate wonder for a minute what that meant. He would have to talk to her, find out what she saw and if she could be released. He didn’t want to think about what would happen if they couldn’t let her go.

“How much do you think she saw?”

“Enough that I brought her with us.”

Nate nodded. He trusted Randall and it appeared that he had just made the best of a bad situation. Now Nate needed to know why they were getting seen in the first place, but first he had to deal with the blonde now in his office.

Sighing, he started up the stairs. “Get it put up and get rid of the truck.”

Randall nodded, sighing his own breath of relief that Nate didn’t seem too pissed off at him. He knew that he could be just holding it in. Nate had a volatile temper and he knew that he wouldn’t sleep well until more time passed or the situation resolved itself. If it turned bad, it would be his fault and there would be consequences.

Chapter 3

The bag was pulled off of her head and Farrah squints her eyes to the bright light above her. She closed them for a moment and slowly reopened them as they got used to the glare of the lamp on the desk. It was not even that bright after a moment and she looked around, her eyes stopping on the man sitting across from her.

“I am sorry for the inconvenience. You posed an issue that was not resolvable in the field. Who are you?”

“Farrah.”

“I’m Nate, I don’t know if you have heard of me.”

The blank look on her face made him think she hadn’t. Everyone in Milltown knew of him, unless she was someone that didn’t party. She looked like she did, the way she was dressed looked like she had just came from one.

Nate’s eyes flicked down to her long legs that were bare and crossed. The way she was sitting made the stretch skirt ride up the side of her thighs and he was finding it harder to concentrate. She was just his type, tall, blonde and a little innocent. He sat back, releveling his gaze to hers.

“So where you when you were picked up?”

“You mean taken against my will and then a bag thrown over my head to be dragged here?”

“Yeah if you want to go with that version. You have no ties on you.”

“Am I free to go?”

“Not yet, answer the question.”

His first assessment of her was changing and the comment made by Randall made sense. It was strange how she reacted. Farrah was not afraid and that made him wonder why she wasn’t. She should be afraid, anyone else in her situation would be.

“I was walking home from that club on 3
rd
. I had a bit too much to drink and I didn’t want to get in a wreck or get pulled over. My car is there at the bar and they are going to call it in if I am not back to pick it up early enough. They have done it before.”

Nate didn’t like her answer. It was thought through too well. She was not the innocent, slightly dingy girl that he had first thought. She crossed her legs as his dark eyes bore into her. It was distracting, the slight touch of white panties underneath. The sight made him want to bend her over his desk like he had so many before her, but her eyes were blank. She was not in need as he was, unaffected by their closeness.

“What did you see?”

“Some guys unloading a truck. That’s it. I just want to go home. It’s been a long day. Can’t we just chalk this up as a misunderstanding?”

“No, we can’t.”

Farrah’s heart sunk and she looked away from his intensity. “What are you going to do?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I need to know more about you.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Where do you work, live, last name. I want to know enough that I can keep an eye on you for a while. Make sure you don’t try to report something you didn’t see to the authorities.”

Farrah nodded. She took it as the threat that it was and her throat constricted. If she said something or did something about any of it, it would be more than her that was endangered. “Whatever you want to know. I just want to go home. I don’t care what is going on here.”

Nate wanted to believe her, but it was hard to. There was something in her demeanor that made him wonder what was really going on in her mind. Another movement of her legs distracted him and he was once again fantasizing about her big tits bouncing in his hands as he slammed her from behind.

***

Farrah answered every question he had. Nate got personal in the end, making her a bit uncomfortable. His dark brown eyes revealed nothing but interest. He was just as big as Randall, but more refined. It was clear he was the boss. It was also clear to her that he was used to getting what he wanted. When he suggest that she stayed the night, Farrah knew that she didn’t have a choice.

“I would really like to get home,” she told him. But Nate wasn’t listening. He was giving orders to put her in a room downstairs and she begged him with her eyes, the same thing that her words were asking for. Farrah just wanted to go home. She didn’t want to stay the night anywhere. She wasn’t worried about what would happen to her though, somehow knowing that a man like Nate wouldn’t take anything that wasn’t offered to him.

“I’m sorry. I need to make sure your story checks out.”

“My story?”

“Yes, who you are, where you live. Once I know that you are not lying to me about anything I will let you go. But know that I will be keeping my eye on you. I am sorry that you got involved in all of this, but if you were truthful to me, I can let this all go. There is nothing I would like better than for that to be true.”

“And if I lied?”

He looked back at her suddenly and his face got dark. “I don’t tolerate lying. It is always taken care of swiftly.”

The way he looked at her with those dead eyes made her shiver again. It wasn’t a good one, brought on by his charm and good looks. He was so nice and sweet when he wanted to be, but she had been given a peak into another side of him that she never wanted to see again. Farrah nodded her head that she understood and followed Randall down the long, steep stairs to the downstairs.

The truck that she had come in was gone and there wasn’t much to look at in the large industrial building. She did not even want to think about what kind of place she was going to have to sleep in that night.  The anticipation didn’t last long. She was shoved into a room that was dark and then the door was shut.

Moving around the room, she felt for a light switch and finally found one. The light flooded the room and she was surprised to find that it looked like a bedroom, sparsely furnished, but a comfortable room with a bed nonetheless. She tried to consider what the room was for. Was he constantly taking people that he needed a room for it? Doubting that theory, she wondered if there was another reason. Her mind went to the way he had looked at her before. He had a charm that could take many panties off and Farrah had a feeling that it was the real reason for the room.

She eyed the bed with a little trepidation, much like she did the blankets in a motel. Having no choice, she laid on top of the bed with the light on, as well as her clothes. It was difficult to get to sleep, but she finally did. The window was covered, but she could tell it was almost morning by the look of the lighting behind the curtain.

She heard a crackle and then her name softly whispered in her ear.

“Farrah. Are you okay?”

“Yes I am fine. Talk soon.”

She closed her eyes and relaxed. Sometimes she forgot that it wasn’t real.