I tensed as I waited to see what was going to happen next. I had a feeling that we were going to die in here or worse. I had visions of the big biker getting his grubby hands on me. I shuddered as I thought of all the things he would do to me.
I looked over at my saviour. I had no idea who he was or why he was helping me. I didn't even know his name. It seemed odd that we were complete strangers, yet he looked willing to die for me.
I was brought from my thoughts as I heard the sound of a bottle breaking. I turned to see the big guy coming towards us with the broken bottle. My heart started racing, and my body trembled. I had no idea if this Saviour could even fight. If he couldn't then this was going to be a quick death. I held my breath and forced tears back. This isn't the way the night was supposed to go.
When the big guy reached us my saviour swung a cue at his head, the biker grabbed it with his free hand. While he was distracted other cue came rattling across his face, knocking him backwards. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived when I saw the others descend towards us.
I moved backwards, bumping into the pool table behind me. I grabbed hold of the edge and ducked below it. It was childish to hide, but I knew I couldn't fight them. I wrapped my arms around my waist as I peeked out from below.
Everything started to move quickly then. I watched as groups of men ganged up on the saviour. The pool cues got broken across some man's back. One guy grabbed the saviour from behind and pinned his arms as another came at him with a knife. I closed my eyes. I couldn't watch.
Once they killed him I knew I was next.
The bar door burst open, and I spun my head around hoping it was the cops. Two guys walked in, they were dressed in suits. For a moment I almost believed it was the cops, but I stared in shock as I recognised one of them was my stalker.
They both rushed over to the men holding the Saviour and helped set him free.
That's when I realised he must be with the guys in suits. I felt a pang of betrayal, he wasn't really my saviour. Had he been following me around too? I didn't know which guys I should be more frightened of, the bikers or the ones trying to help me. Why were they helping me? What did they want with me?
"A fucking biker bar?" The stalker roared in between punches.
"He's gonna chew your balls for this." He roared. "Where is she?"
The saviour motioned towards the pool table. I shrunk deeper into a ball as if it would somehow make me invisible. The stalker looked under the table, his eyes connecting with me, he terrified me. "Stay there Bambi." He ordered. I nodded, but I had no intention to stay put.
Every fibre in my body was telling me to run, these guys couldn't be trusted. I didn't know who they were and who this 'he' was that they were referring to was, and I didn't want to find out.
When they weren't looking I grabbed my purse, slid out from under the pool table and raced out the door into the street.
I quickly took my heels off and tossed them away. I ran as fast as I could down the block. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew it wasn't safe to stay here. I had to get as far away from here as I possible. I managed to run for a few blocks before I felt breathless and ready to throw up. I wasn't athletic.
I stopped and leaned against a building, tears flooding my eyes. I had no idea what was going on. Who the hell those guys were or what they wanted with me. I was too scared to go home, and I didn't want to phone one of the girls because they were drunk and would probably only end up in danger, as well.
I could only hope that they didn't have any idea about what went on in the bar next door and that they got home safe.
I started walking again. I knew it would do no good to stay in one place. If those guys managed to get away from the bikers then, I figured that they would come looking for me. I wanted to be as far away from that place as possible. I had to find somewhere to hide out for the night.
As I walked along my thoughts turned to Edward. Would he take care of me? Could I trust him? My heart told me yes, but my head screamed no. I pulled out the phone, and looked down at it wondering what to do. Surely I would be safer with him than walking the streets?
I dialled Edward's number. He answered after two short rings. "Bella?" he asked concerned. "Is something wrong?"
I open my mouth to speak, but a cry broke free instead.
"Bella, what's going on? Where are you?" he sounded frantic.
"I…I… don't know. I was on a night out with the girls. I ended up in a biker bar, and everything just went wrong." I started crying.
"Are you hurt? What happened?"
"These guys showed up and they started fighting. I recognised one of them, he's been following me around…Edward I'm scared." I whimpered.
"Where you are? I'm coming to get you."
I looked around for a street sign. I hadn't been paying much attention to where I'd been running. "Somewhere on West 4th."
"I'm on my way, but I need you to look around and tell me what you see. Is there any shops or food places? Something that will make it easier for me to find you."
"There is a restaurant just up ahead… The Extra Virgin."
"Good, I want you to go there and wait outside. I'm a few just minutes away." I sighed with relief. "Stay on the phone so I know you're okay."
Minutes dragged past as I waited for Edward. Every noise on the street made me jump. I kept watching and waiting for the men to show up and drag me away before Edward had the chance to find me.
"Okay I see you. I'm the blue BMW pulling up beside you, okay?"
"Okay." I whispered as I watched his car pull up beside me.
I raced towards him the moment he got out the car, throwing myself into his arms. As soon as I felt him wrap himself around me the tears started to fall fast and heavy.
"Shh, you're okay Princess." He whispered into my hair. "I won't ever let anything happen to you." He placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
When I managed to stop crying Edward pulled away and looked down at me. His eyes were filled with sadness and concern. "Let's get you in the car; I'm taking you home with me. I want to make sure you're okay." I nodded.
We didn't speak much in the short car ride to his apartment.
He turned and smiled at me when we pulled up outside a flashy block of apartments. "We're here." He said as he got out the car and opened my door. He took my hand and pulled me close to him, holding me to his side he lead me into the building.
The lobby was empty apart from the security guy behind the desk, who didn't even lift his head to acknowledge we were there. Edward led me into the lift and used a key to unlock a panel, which had an extra set of buttons. He selected the penthouse. I supposed I shouldn't be surprised.
The elevator doors opened to reveal a large entrance hall, with a corridor leading off at the end. Edward placed his hand on my back guiding me inside. "How about a run you a bath? It might help you wind down."
I nodded. My legs and feet were dirty from running through the streets. A bath was probably a good idea. I followed him through a bedroom and into an en-suite.
I remained quiet, trying to understand what exactly had happened tonight. How I always seemed to attract danger.
When the bath was ready he left me alone to soak and told me he would lay fresh clothes out on the bed for me. I didn't stay in the bath long, I felt uneasy about being alone. Every time I closed my eyes I got flashes of the scene at the bar.
I found him in the living-room once I had finished. When he saw me he opened his arms, and I went and sat on his lap, tucking my head into his neck. I felt myself relax under his touch; his scent had a hypnotic control over me.
We didn't speak much, but I didn't feel I need to.
It was enough for me that he was here. I felt safe with him.
Though for some reason I couldn't shake this nagging feeling that something wasn't right. I tried to convince myself that I was just tired.
When Bella finally fell asleep I called Laurent and told him to get his ass over here. He wasn't my first choice, but I was running out of men I could trust to guard her. When he arrived I instructed him not to let her leave the flat, I would be back once I had taken care of business. Surely he could follow my instructions since every other fucking idiot seemed incapable.
I made my way over to New Moon where my brothers had assembled everyone. I wanted answers. Stefan had been left in charge of Bella's safety, so how the hell did she end up in a biker bar that belonged to Highway Men.
It sickened to me think what could have happened to her. Not only that, I could have lost some of my good men for his stupidity.
When I arrived the club had already closed shop for the night, which was probably just as well. I found everyone gathered in the Chill Out lounge. When I walked in the room Stefan, jumped up, with his hands in front of him. Emmett bounced up from his seat and placed a hand on his chest, holding him back from me.
"Boss." He pleaded. "She was in there before I even had a chance to stop her. I called Avi as soon as I realised shit was going down. It won't happen again." He was right about one thing. It wouldn't happen again, not after I set an example.
I pulled out my gun and cocked it. "Sit the fuck down. You don't speak until I say."
Jasper pulled out a chair, and Emmett pushed Stefan down until he was sitting. My brothers knew how this was going to go down.
"Why did nobody call me?" I asked to no one in particular. When no one answered I felt myself start to lose it.
"I said, Why. Did. No. one. Fucking. Call. Me." I roared at them all, my hand with the gun was twitching to shoot some mother fucker.
Avi stood up. "It was my fault boss. Stefan called me, and I hurried to the bar. I didn't think to call you first. We arrived just in time, Stefan was about to get stabbed and then they would have had her."
That just angered me more. I went over to Avi, grabbed him by the hair and sunk my head into his face. I heard his nose crack, blood started to pour from his nose. "I don't pay you to think. That was your first fucking mistake. I think for you. You better fucking remember that."
I went over to the bar and poured myself a whiskey. I had to try and calm down. I downed it, enjoying the burn as it passed down my throat.
"Did you check the CCTV?" I asked, turning to Jasper. When Bella had called me I had texted him from my other phone to tell him what was going on, and that he had better find Avi asap.
By the time Emmett and Jasper had arrived Damon had already killed most of the fuckers. Which let them take care of the cover up.
Jasper nodded. "I checked both pubs." He patted his hand on Stefan's shoulder. "It seems Stefan was getting friendly with some broad and never noticed Bella leave straight away."
I lifted my gun and pointed it towards Stefan, my brothers stepped back from the splash zone. I pulled the trigger and shot the fucker through the head, his blood splattered a few feet into the air. I watched as his body toppled to the floor.
"Let that be a lesson to you all. I ask you to fucking do something then I expect it done exactly as said."
I walked over to the bar and grabbed the whiskey bottle. "Now get this shit cleaned up."
I headed up to my office and slammed the door. I didn't have a clue what I was going to do with Bella. After seeing her upset tonight I realised I didn't want to hurt her, but I'd do anything to keep for fucking safe. Even if it was against her will.
This shit was messed up.
I wasn't sure if I was ready to tell her who I was. If she found out that the guys that were following her worked for me I was sure she would panic.
She might never trust me. Was that really what I wanted?