Chapter Forty One

Chapter Forty One
Elizabeth’s POV
Zen was so unbelievably sexy with his black and white Armani suit, custom tailored to fit his delectable body. His seafoam eyes found mine from beyond the sleek black mask on his face, and I could barely stand under their intensity. Tom followed behind us at a safe distance while Zen and I walked down the three houses to Janice’s. Her home was easily twice as large as ours and we could see the dimmed lighting from inside. A sensual tune was playing through the speakers and could be heard from the sidewalk, making my eyes roll. This woman.
Zen kept my arm hooked in his as we ascended the steps to the front door.
“Have your weapon?” He asked with his brow raised.
“Yup.” I answered, lifting up my dress on my right leg enough to show my dagger strapped to my thigh. He licked his lips as his eyes followed the length of my exposed leg before shaking his head and nodding in approval.
“Stick by me for now.” He commanded, knocking on the front door. It was answered seconds later by none other than Janice. Her face contorted into a deep scowl when she took in my appearance, but she corrected herself, straightening her back and roaming her eyes over Zen’s body. She smiled brightly at him, moving her hand to her platinum blonde hair to fix it, even though not a single strand was out of place.
“Hello, Justin. I’m so glad you could make it! Please, come inside.” Yea, hello to you too. I immediately recognized Collin’s long brown hair as he weaved between people headed to his mother.
“Hey, mom? Do you know where the extra champagne flutes are?” She cleared her throat in response, nodding obviously in my direction. His eyes shot to me, his jaw going slack as his eyes basically undressed me. “Holy shit…” He mumbled beneath his breath. I felt Zen’s arm tighten around my waist, breaking Collin of his daze. He looked back to his mother quickly, his face turning red in embarrassment.
“They should be in the china cabinet in the sunroom. Why don’t you grab Abigail a drink while you’re at it? Champagne is okay with you, right darling?” She asked me. I looked to Zen for approval. He gave me a reassuring smile and so I nodded back at them. I technically wasn’t old enough to drink alcohol, and I knew that it was a sensitive subject for Zen so I wanted to be sure he was okay with it. Janice turned her attention back to my man, placing a filthy hand on his shoulder. “How about you, honey? Maybe a glass of scotch?” I felt Zen flinch against me. Of all of the drinks to offer…
“Thank you, Janice, but I don’t drink. I’ll just have some water, if you don’t mind.” He replied respectfully, granting her a smile she didn’t deserve. She looked a little surprised, but eventually accepted his answer and trotted back into the living room, gesturing for us to follow. I turned around, relieved to see Tom still in tow. He rolled his eyes at Janice’s crazy ass, making me giggle.
The room was full of people, most of which I didn’t recognize. Not because of the masks, but just because the only person we really interacted with in this neighborhood was Janice. Many people’s gazes were locked on us, and I heard random groups whispering about theories as to who we were. I growled when I heard someone say that Zen was Janice’s new ‘boy toy’. Like hell he is. Zen rubbed light circles onto my exposed back, calming me immediately. His expression was cold and focused as he scanned the room of every detail. I could practically hear his mind racing with theories of his own. He really needed to relax. Once he scanned the room three times and finished his water, he glanced over at Tom, giving him a subtle nod that I barely noticed.
“Hey Princess?” He turned to me, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs. His voice was strained, but I couldn’t tell why. “I’m going to head outside for a smoke, okay?” I nodded. That must be it. He’s anxious with all the people. “I love you.” He choked out, swallowing hard and pulling me in for a surprisingly heated kiss. I was suddenly aware of everyone’s eyes on us, but Zen didn’t care. His tongue invaded my mouth with no remorse, deepening the kiss by pulling my waist against his firm abdomen. I returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my breasts against his chest. He finally pulled away, his heavy breathing fanning my face. “Sorry, I just really needed that.” He said shyly, before letting me go. He patted Toms shoulder, whispering something that I couldn’t hear before walking out of the living room. He glanced back at me one last time, mouthing the words ‘I love you’ once again, then disappeared around the corner.
“What was that about?” I asked Tom. He only shrugged, leaning against the wall.
“Hey, Abigail? I brought your drink. I’m sorry it took so long. I dropped a few glasses and had to clean it up first.” He smiled apologetically, handing me the small flute full of bubbling liquid.
“No worries. Thank you for getting this for me.” I smiled, taking a long sip. It wasn’t at all like I expected it to be. I thought all alcohol tasted disgusting and burned your throat, but this was actually really good. It was crisp and almost fruity, with a slight bitterness to it. I moaned at the delicious flavors attacking my tongue.
“Good, isn’t it? Mom ordered it especially for this party, straight from Italy.”
“Wow.” Was all I could say in response. I finished the glass on in one more drink, making Collins eyes widen.
“Damn. Ha, do you want another?” He smiled widely at me, a strange twinkle in his eyes. I nodded shyly. It was just so damn good. One more wouldn’t hurt, right? He disappeared back into the kitchen and I walked back over to Tom.
“Persistent fucker, aint he?”
“Yup. Just like his mom.” I retorted, snorting out a laugh.
“Just go easy on the alcohol, kay Liz? I don’t want to have to take care of you puking your ass off all night.” He chuckled, rubbing his hand over his bald head.
“That’s okay. I’m just having one more. Besides, Zen would be the one taking care of me, silly.” I poked him in the ribs. His smile immediately vanished, making my brows furrow. I didn’t have long to think about it before I started getting light headed. I grabbed onto my forehead, trying to shake away the feeling.
“Hey, you feeling okay?” Tom asked, concern heavy in his voice.
“Uh, yea. Guess I shouldn’t have drunk the whole glass on an empty stomach.” I chuckled half-heartedly. Tom grabbed hold of my elbow, guiding me to an armchair to sit.
“Hey, I’m going to run and grab you something to eat, okay? I’ll just be in the kitchen for a minute. Don’t leave this spot.” I nodded in response, but my vision was starting to blur and I wasn’t sure why he was moving around so much. My arms and legs were tingling. It reminded me of the feeling I got when I was given laughing gas at the dentist. It felt good, but not at the same time. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I saw familiar light brown hair. He flashed me the flute in his hands, smiling brightly at me.
“Hey, Elizabeth. Would you like some more?” He asked, holding the drink to my lips. I furrowed my brow in confusion. My head felt locked in place, the cool liquid pouring between my lips and nearly choking me. Suddenly, a rush of heat flowed through my body, pooling in my core. What the fuck is happening? I somehow managed to pull my lips away from the glass, but barely.
“Collin?” I whispered, my voice thick and slurred. He leaned forward, kissing my forehead slowly.
“I think you’re running a fever, sweetheart. Why don’t you come with me? I’ll get you some Tylenol.” He offered, concern on his face. My mind was humming in confusion, and the only things I could concentrate on were the moving room around me and the heat in my body. I felt him lifting me from my arm from the chair, quickly guiding me down a side hall of the house towards a door that looked like it led outside. Panic began to rise inside me, and I struggled to break free of his hold. He countered by grasping onto my waist firmly and pulling me closer to him.
“Tom.” I tried to shout behind me, but it came out barely above a whisper.
“Don’t worry, baby. Tom is otherwise occupied.” Once we reached the back door, Collin lifted me off my feet and began carrying me bridal style to what appeared to be a pool house. Tears began to fall down my cheeks, but he only smiled at me, an evil touching his lips that I had never noticed before. He locked the door behind us, carrying me over to an in-law suite located just to the right of the entryway. I needed to get out of here. I needed to act. I struggled in vain to fight off the effects of what I could only assume was some kind of date rape drug. When he tossed me on the bed, a bit of clarity hit my mind, followed by complete dread.
He called me Elizabeth.
“Collin, please. No.” I begged, pulling my body away from his as he moved to straddle me.
“I prefer Flynn, baby.” He said sadistically, grabbing onto my wrists and locking them above my head. “Remember that.” His lips pressed into my neck, the unfamiliar breath on my skin making me want to vomit. No, I don’t want this.
“Zen.” I called out between sobs.
“Oh, right. I almost forgot!” He pulled off his jacket, pulling a black smartphone from the pocket before discarding it onto the floor. He pulled up the recording app, pressing the red dot, and pointing it down on me. “Say hi, baby. Zen’s going to love watching this later.”
“No.” I sobbed, turning my head from the phone.
“Oh come on you little bitch.” He growled, yanking down the front of my dress with one hand, freeing my breasts. I tried to move my arms to cover up, but they were like jelly above my head. I closed my eyes, unable to watch it anymore. I heard the sound of his zipper, and felt his hand climbing up my dress. “Oh, what a nice little knife.” He cooed, tracing it with his fingers before unclasping it from my hip. I felt a cool breeze hit the burning between my thighs as he spread my limp legs wide. He groaned at the sight, tracing his filthy fingers up and down my folds. “Mm, I see why Zen left after fucking you. You are one sexy bitch. Too bad he was such a fucking idiot.” I whimpered at his words, trying with all my might to close my legs. “Come on, baby. Smile. If not for me, then smile for your boyfriend. Oh, or should I say husband? Either way, the fucker will see me fucking you. I can’t wait to see the look on his pretentious face.”
And with that, Flynn broke me: mind, spirit, and body. My cries went unheard into the darkness, and I couldn’t help but ask…
Where is my knight?