Chapter 1305
Audrey stared in disbelief as Douglas crumpled to the floor. She shoved him aside and saw a woman standing there, a figure of smoldering defiance – Vanessa.
"Vanessa? What the…" Audrey gasped, her eyes wide. "How did you get out?"
"Get dressed. We're leaving," Vanessa said, dropping a blood-stained iron pipe and giving Douglas a vicious kick in the groin. Her face was a mask of fury.
It turned out that after Quentin captured her, she'd played along with his twisted games, feigning submission until he'd unlocked her restraints. Then she'd turned the tables, cuffing him to the bed and making her escape. She'd stumbled upon Douglas assaulting Audrey and intervened.
Audrey quickly dressed, her hands shaking. "Vanessa, thank you. I… I don't know what would have happened…"
She and Vanessa had never really gotten along. Even though things had gotten a bit better after they lived together during training, they still weren't close. Vanessa's help was a total surprise.
"Yeah, yeah, if you wanna thank me, buy me dinner when we're outta here," Vanessa said with a grin, heading for the door. She was clearly in pain, covered in bruises from Quentin's torture.
They made it to the first checkpoint. It was late, and two guards were snoozing on wire beds, with the iron door locked.
Vanessa snuck up to one of the guards, grabbed the key, and unlocked the door. They moved down the corridor to another iron door, this one guarded by a guy who was awake and playing on his phone.
Audrey whispered, "What do we do? Wait till he falls asleep?"
"No time. The longer we stay, the riskier it gets," Vanessa said, frowning as she thought. "I'll distract him, you knock him out." She handed Audrey a wooden stick.
Audrey hesitated, but Vanessa was already strutting towards the guard.
"Hey! Who's there?" the guard shouted, hearing footsteps.
"Just bored. Needed some air. It's stifling in here," Vanessa said, her voice dripping with flirtation. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bra. Her figure was undeniably alluring, her breasts firm and high, her skin smooth and glistening. She looked almost impossibly seductive.
"Whoa, hey… what are you doing?" the guard stammered, his eyes glued to her chest. He swallowed hard.
Vanessa smiled and reached out, her hand closing around his crotch. She stroked him gently, then placed his hand on her breast. "Do me a favor, handsome. Warm me up."
The guard instinctively squeezed her breast, feeling its softness. He was thrilled, his penis hardening. He lost himself, wrapping his arms around her and leaning in for a kiss.
Just then, Audrey appeared behind him with the stick, hesitating. Seeing Vanessa's urging look, she gritted her teeth and swung, but hit his shoulder instead of his head.
The guard yelled in pain, releasing Vanessa and clutching his arm. Vanessa grabbed Audrey's hand and they ran, bursting out into the cool night air, relief flooding through them.
They found themselves in a deserted factory yard, tall smokestacks looming against the night sky. The silence was eerie.
"Come on, they'll be after us," Vanessa said, pulling Audrey towards the gate. But they were both exhausted, their legs leaden. They'd only made it a few hundred yards when they were surrounded. Five, six men in black.
Quentin stepped forward, a sneer twisting his lips. "Well, well. Look who we have here. You two are resourceful, I'll give you that. Vanessa, you betrayed me."
Audrey trembled, despair rising in her chest. Vanessa, however, seemed to have reached her breaking point. She let loose a stream of venomous curses.
"Quentin, you're a pathetic coward. You only prey on women. I'd let any of these guys have me before I'd let you touch me again. Hey, boys! Any of you take out this piece of shit for me, and you can have whatever you want."
With that, she ripped off her remaining clothes, her naked body gleaming in the moonlight. Her breasts were high and firm, her nipples taut, her long legs framing the dark triangle of her pubic hair… She was a vision of raw, untamed sexuality.
The men stared, mesmerized. Some even glanced at Quentin, their eyes flickering with a dangerous light, clearly tempted by Vanessa's offer.
Quentin felt a chill. Vanessa's desperation was a potent weapon. He was glad these were Levi's men, disciplined and loyal. If they'd been Douglas's crew… he might have faced a mutiny.
"Don't listen to her! Tomorrow, I'll give her to all of you. You can all have your turn. Just do your job, and there will be plenty more where she came from," Quentin said quickly, trying to regain control. He turned to Audrey, his voice dripping with malice. "And you, Audrey… you're a fool. If you'd stayed with Jerome, you'd be safe. But you decided to run. Take them both."
"Stop." A familiar voice cut through the tension. Everyone turned. Jerome was walking towards them, eight men flanking him. They quickly surrounded Quentin's group.
Audrey saw Lachlan beside Jerome, his eyes filled with concern. He'd alerted Jerome. Relief washed over her. She'd judged him correctly.
"Jerome, these women were escaping. I have to take them back," Quentin said, his tone noticeably more respectful.
"I don't care about her," Jerome said, gesturing dismissively at Vanessa. "But I'll take this one." He pointed at Audrey, his expression unreadable.
Quentin felt a surge of resentment. He'd finally gotten his hands on Audrey… "Jerome, I brought her here. If you want a woman, I can get you another. Don't do this to me."
"Do this to you?" Jerome's lip curled. "Ask Levi if he talks to me like that. Do you have the weight to pull favors with me?"
Quentin's face flushed. He was a figurehead. His men were Levi's men. He had nowhere near the power of Douglas, who had defected, let alone Jerome, who commanded respect throughout the southern organization. Even Levi treated Jerome with caution.
He'd worked so hard to get Audrey… he wasn't giving her up now. He gritted his teeth. "Jerome, you're a senior member. I wouldn't dare disobey. But I have some… business to settle with this woman. Just tonight. I'll give her to you tomorrow. No complaints."
Jerome frowned, seeing Quentin back down. He didn't want to push it too far. Quentin had already shown deference. He despised men like Quentin, but he was Levi's associate, nominally in charge of the southern operation. He had to maintain some semblance of respect, especially in front of their men.
Audrey panicked. One night with Quentin… she'd rather die. She stepped forward, her voice trembling. "Jerome, please… don't let him take me."
Jerome sighed, irritated. He'd told her to stay put. If she hadn't saved his life… he might have left her to her fate. But seeing the fear in her eyes, a protective instinct he hadn't expected surged through him. This was a woman he hadn't even claimed… why let Quentin have her? He hesitated, then said, "Quentin, I need someone to… clean my rooms. I'll keep her for a few days. Then Levi can decide what to do with her." He turned and walked towards the iron door, Audrey hurrying after him.
Quentin watched them go, fury burning in his gut. He wanted to order his men to grab her back. But he hesitated. He didn't dare cross Jerome. He turned his gaze to Vanessa, his eyes cold and menacing. Tonight, he would take out his rage on her.
Back in the basement, Lachlan approached Audrey, his voice low. "Are you alright?"
"I'm okay," Audrey said, nodding gratefully. "Thank you, Lachlan."
"Don't mention it," Lachlan replied, his chest swelling with pride at her grateful look. Having such a beautiful woman indebted to him was more intoxicating than the sight of her full, luscious breasts.
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