Chapter 31: In Which He Gets Away With It

Alexander was getting restless waiting outside the back tinted glass doors that did not allow to see inside and it was basically killing Alex.

He did not know what was going on inside and the anticipation was torturous. The bastard could be doing anything with his girl and he wouldn't know, he hated this feeling of being helpless.

He looked at his wrist watch which now read 12am and there was no way he was going another minute without knowing what was up with Isla.

He was about to barge in with every intention of beating up anyone who tried to stop him but before it could come to that, the door opened and one of the servers from inside came out.

"Is there a Mr Rossi out here?" She asked looking around and Alexander immediately stepped forward.

"I am" he said and she turned towards him.

"Oh, alright, Mr. Seigel is calling you inside" she informed and Alexander didn't need to be told twice as with in a second he was pushing inside the door.

The inside smelled like flavored cigars and the air was thick with smoke as game tables were laid out and a mini bar stood at the corner along with a few maroon leather couches which were mostly empty but Alexander's eye caught the very familiar figure of Isla on one of those couches but She wasn't sitting on the couch, she was laid down only stirring a little.

Alexander's heart rate accelerated with worry at the sight of her and he took quick long strides towards her and reached her within seconds but she hadn't even noticed him approach her, not in the state she was in.

He crouched down in front of the couch and brushed back a stray strand of hair from her face.

"Isla, hey come on wake up sweetheart" he whispered only for her ears but she only stirred her eyes only half closed and skin flushed.

Alexander's worry spiked. What the fuck is wrong with her was all he could think.

"Isla what's wrong, are you not well?" he asked but he received no answer from her except a groan that escaped her lips, it was as if she couldn't even comprehend what he was saying.

"Alex... " She finally spoke but that was it nothing more.

"Yes, it's me, what's wrong baby" he was talking more to himself.

At this point he didn't really care what someone would think of him being so tender towards her.

Then a thought crossed his mind, a thought he strongly hoped wasn't true.

He pried both her eye lids open gently and his jaw ticked at what he saw. Her pupils were dialated and her beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot red.

She was drugged and he knew for Sure that she wouldn't do it willingly, the girl hated wine for fucks sake.

"oh,hey, Alexander, good you're here" Alexander turned around to see Jameson who was high as the sky and his words slurred. He had a red head woman on his arm who was attached to his neck.

"Did you drug her?" Alexander was livid and only needed the confirmation.

"Oh, it's just a little bit of oxy I thought it was gonna loosen her up a little, to at least give me a head or something but instead it rendered her senseless. She is no fun but she is a beauty and I'll have her proper after marriage but for now, have needs and this sexy woman is going to take care of them and I need you to take Isla back safely" His words were slurred at a lot of places but that was the last straw.

Alexander got up from his crouched position and landed a punch square to Jameson's nose that send him flying to the floor and he would have done more if a dozen Seigel men didn't surround him with guns pointed at him.

To his surprise Jameson got back up even with the blood gushing out of his nose like the damn Niagra falls. He rose his hand and with one gesture stood his men down.

"That was a dick move man but I'll let it go only for now considering that you were a real help this morning and because I am so fucking high that even though I see all this blood I don't feel much so go away before I change my mind, I'll probably be fucking losing my Shit when I come down to the high and then I'll want to beat you up and probably will" Jamerson said, blabbering a little in his state and even though Alexander was boiling with anger even after the punch he had landed and by the looks of it, was gonna get away with he ceased the opportunity and lifted Isla up in his arms off of the couch with ease and headed out.

She was a dead weight in his arms and he held her closer to support her head.

He regretted not banging in earlier or making something absurdly convincing up in order to go inside with her, he may not have been able to stop him from getting cozy with her but at least he wouldn't have let him dog her either.

He wasn't even thinking about the consequences that might face later for punching such an influential man but he highly doubted that he would regret it regardless of the consequences.

At the moment, he was fixated on Isla and hee well being as he got into the car and laid her on the back seat. He would have held her the whole ride back if it wasn't for the other guards with them.

Alexander knew that she wouldn't feel good at all when the influence of the drug wore off she would definitely have a killer headache and her body will need to drain the drug out of her system so she would likely spend the night throwing up.

He looked at her knocked out form and felt worse for her.

Even though he loved her naivety and innocence, at times like these he wished she was more cunning because The world she was specially living in wasn't worth of her innocence.