Her train of thoughts was cut short when Adrian successfully unlocked the door and pulled her inside with him, gripping her by the extra sleeves of her jacket. Alejandro stepped in right after her, and with one huge man in front of her while another huge man stood at her back, Genevieve's fear skyrocketed.
She had been pulled into a dark room, somewhere they were most likely familiar with, but which she knew nothing about. The perfect place to end her in. Unable to keep it in herself anymore, she blurted out, ''I'm so sorry!''
As if to make matters worse, none of them replied or even acted like they heard her. Instead, Adrian continued to pull her through the dark room while Alejandro's shadow continued to loom behind her.
God… this was bad!
There was no other way to get them to listen to her except... Genevieve stopped, snatching her hand out of what had been a loose grip.
Just as she expected, Adrian and Alejandro stopped too, and the latter asked immediately, ''Is there a problem, Miss—sorry, Genevieve?''
''Don't kill me," Genevieve repeated. "Please."
''Uh?!'' Alejandro echoed in disbelief while Adrian simply turned his back and continued walking. Away from her. As if she hadn't said anything.
Wait! Was he going to take a weapon?!
Genevieve eyes widened in shock, and she was sure if the room hadn't been so dark, they would have easily seen the sheer panic on her face.
''I really didn't want to escape when they proposed it but I was pushed out of the car and that's why I stood outside that cafe so it would be easy for you to find me. You can't kill me in a dark room just because of that!'' she fired off, the words falling off her lips like a barrage of bullets.
''Kill you in a dark room?'' Adrian replied with a question of his own, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Genevieve couldn't pinpoint where his voice was coming from, but she knew he was still in the room with her. Swallowing hard, she replied, "Yes… please don't kill me."
A low, humorless chuckle echoed through the darkness before Adrian's voice followed, smooth and taunting. "Fortunately for you, a lot of things happen here—but murder isn't one of them."
"What Boss said," Alejandro chimed in, his tone equally amused.
Genevieve wanted to snap at them, to ask what was so damn funny about her fear, but before she could get the words out, the creak of an old door interrupted her thoughts.
A sliver of light sliced through the darkness, growing wider as the door was pulled open. She instinctively staggered backward, momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness.
As her vision adjusted, the soft notes of classical music drifted into the room, mixing with the faint scent of old wood and something else—something rich and unfamiliar.
Where the hell were they?
''Come over here before you frustrate me to the extent where I really start to contemplate murdering someone in this room," Adrian said flatly, then disappeared into the next room where the light and music was coming from.
Genevieve turned to Alejandro as if for confirmation, even though his face was invisible in the dark room. A small pat on her back, however, reassured her enough to step forward.
As she walked to the door, Alejandro was right behind her, explaining, ''I didn't answer your question because I thought it would be better for you to find out why yourself. As for Boss, he didn't answer your questions because he doesn't feel like it. Insane? Yeah, that's what he is. Are you gonna rat me out?''
''No,'' Genevieve replied, shaking her head vigorously.
''That's what I thought."
''Why is it so hard to tell me?''
Instead of answering, Alejandro simply extended his hand. Hesitant, but with little choice, Genevieve took his hand and stepped forward, crossing the threshold into the light. She blinked rapidly, her eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden brightness.
As her vision cleared, she took in her surroundings and her breath caught in her throat. Her face drained of color, horror tightening her chest.
This place... It wasn't just a house! It was a...
A... sex club?!