Chapter Seventy-Five:

Derek’s POV

“I’m not going to just sit here while you get our girl!” I fumed as Adam packed his supplies. He shot me a look that told me not to mess with him. We were watching her yesterday, but she spotted our van.

“‘Our girl?’” He repeated angrily. “She isn’t ours. She is mine.” He corrected me. I clenched my fists and tried to get a grip on my rage. I know that I would have never have gotten this far alone. As much as I hate to admit it, he’s the brains of the operation.

Lydia is so close. I can taste it. I know that I will have her soon and the mere thought of her struggling underneath me is driving me mad.

“Fine, but I’m not staying here. How do I know that you won’t leave me here and pin the whole mess on me?” I questioned. He smirked.

“You don’t.” He replied, indifferently. He continued to load things into the van.

“I’m not staying here. If you leave me here, I’ll report you and what you’ve done. I’m not above it.” I warned him.

“Would you?” He asked, in a dangerously low voice. “You were the snitch when you were a child – weren’t you? Why are you here if you’re just going to narc? I’m not the pedophile. Oh, I know you have a record. Don’t threaten me. Do you remember what I told you? I call the shots. You are nothing to me. You are less than nothing. If you even think about touching my daughter without my say so, you’ll learn just how it feels to be fucked against your will. Do we understand each other?!” He clarified. I fumed. He seemed to notice my rage and see just how hard it was for me to keep it together.

“I need to be there.” I whined, hating how pathetic I sounded, even to my own ears.

“You’re a sick fuck. Do you know that?” He asked me, sneering. I didn’t say anything. Maybe it’ll be enough to see her again and to see her tied up and bound. I need to see her helpless and overpowered. I need it and until I have it, I can’t rest. “Fine, but if you fuck this up, I will kill you myself. Am I clear?” He ordered me, coolly. I nodded. “Good. Get your ass into the van.”

“I’m going?”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

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Lydia’s POV

I was out shopping with Holland Tiffany. We decided that we needed a girls’ day. That meant no guys, including Tony. Doug wouldn’t go for that, so Tony and a couple of his men were watching from a distance.

“We have to go in here.” Tiffany announced, as we stood outside of Victoria’s Secret. I made a face.

“Don’t be like that. A woman can always use a new bra.” Holly spoke up.

“Clearly, I’m being outvoted. Let’s go.” I relented and let them drag me into the store.

They were having a sale, so I got a few new pairs of boyshorts, two new bras, and a pair of sweatpants. Tiffany got a corset with a matching garter belt and stockings. Well, I know Zacky will be happy with her purchases. Holly wouldn’t show us what she picked out, but judging by the way she was blushing, I’m sure Doug is in for a surprise, too.

After lingerie shopping, we decided on lunch. We couldn’t decide on a restaurant.

“Let’s just eat here.” Holly suggested, gesturing towards an Irish pub that we were standing in front of. I looked at the people eating outside the restaurant, at the outdoor seating.

“I’m good with this. It looks pretty busy, though.” I told her. She frowned in agreement.

“Let me go inside and ask if there’s a wait.” She suggested. Tiffany and I nodded.

“We’ll wait here.” Tiffany offered. Holly agreed, before disappearing inside.

“You and Zacky are great together.” I told her. She beamed.

“I never thought he’d go for someone like me. You know? We run in completely different crowds. But, we just click. It’s awesome.” She chirped, giddily.

“I glad you guys got together. He’s happy with you.” I agreed.

“Shoot, I gotta pee. Will you be okay out here a minute?” She asked me, biting her lip. I nodded. “Alright, I’ll be right back!” She assured me, before heading inside the pub.

The guys should be nearby – I should be fine.

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Adam’s POV

As soon as I saw the women leave Lydia alone outside, I knew it was time to pounce. If I didn’t act now, I didn’t know when I’d get another change to take her. I drove up to her and Derek swung the van door open.

The look on her face was priceless. She looked like she was trying to figure out what was going on.

Derek got out of the vehicle and lunged towards her. She backed up and he missed, by inches. She reached into her purse and pulled out a gun. He ducked, but she managed to get off two rounds. She missed, by millimeters. She’s a good shot. Derek managed to know her off of her feet and he picked her up. She was fighting with everything she had. I’m so proud of her. She head-butted him in the face and hit him where she could.

He managed to get her in the van and close and lock the door. I started driving away. I can still hear the two of them fighting in the back seat. I heard him grab the duct tape. I couldn’t hear anything else, so I’m assuming that he managed to get her under control.

I gave him chloroform. Hopefully, he used it. It’ll make getting her into our house easier, if she’s not causing a scene.

I made sure that I drove the limit and used my turning signals. I will not have months of planning go down the drain, because of a driving mishap.

Finally, we arrived at the house. I pulled around to the back of the house, and parked into the garage. I closed the garage door, before any of us got out of the car. I turned off the ignition and got out of the driver’s side.

Derek opened the side door and I saw a bruised and unconscious Lydia. She’s tied up and her mouth is taped. I reached inside and took her shopping bag, purse and gun. Derek’s eyes lit up when he saw the Victoria’s Secret bag. I shot him a warning look.

“Keep it in your fucking pants, or I’ll shoot it off. Am I clear?!” I threatened him. He nodded, hurriedly. “Good. Get her inside. It’s going to be a long night.”

Notes

Don't hate me! It needed to happen for the rest of the story to play out. I'm not gonna lie to you. It's gonna get dark. Brace yourselves.

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