SEDUCE HIM!

Laura's Pov 

My eyes fixed on the phone screen as my brother's desperate cry echoed in my ears. Bella's concerned gaze met mine, but I barely registered it as my mind was already racing with worst-case scenarios.

"Sissy, I am in pain," my brother repeated, his voice cracking with desperation.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "What happened, Jackson? What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my tone steady.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I thought we had lost connection. But then I heard Ethan's voice.

“My lovely wife,* his husky voice echoed.

My grip on the phone tightened as I felt a surge of fear. “Ethan, what the heck are you doing to my brother?” 

“The same thing you did to me, my love,” he chuckled loudly.

“What?!” My heart sank.

“What's going on?” Bella's concerned voice came through.

“I'm giving you thirty minutes to show up at the warehouse if you still want your brother alive. You might meet his corpse if you are one minute late,” he threatened.

"Bella, I have to go," I said, already standing up and grabbing my purse.

Her face furrowed. “What's going on? A few minutes ago, we were laughing, now you want to go after a tense phone call?”

“It is my brother, Bella. He is in danger, Ethan is torturing him,” I cried.

Her expression turned sympathetic and her lips parted. “Why?” 

“He is obviously still pissed about me fucking another man.”

“Dammit! What are you going to do now?”

I shook my head. “I don't know, I don't know Bella,” tears rolled down my cheeks. 

“I think you need to calm down,” she suggested. 

“I know but I have to be on my way. Ethan gave me thirty minutes.”

“Fine. But I can't let you go like this. You can't drive in this state; you might end worse than your brother.”

“My brother needs me,” I sobbed.

“I will drive you to the location, she grabbed our purses from the table, held my hand and we made our way to the car park 

She hopped on the driver's seat. I sat opposite her and the ride to the warehouse began.

She drove in silence but kept looking at me every second.

“He would be fine and everything would be okay again,” she says assuringly.

I sucked in a sharp breath and nodded, joining my faith with hers. The remaining ride to the warehouse was in awkward silence as I only pointed the right route to her.

As we approached the warehouse, my anxiety grew, wondering what I could find when I got there. Bella seemed to sense my unease and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"We're almost there," I said softly.

She nodded, her eyes fixed on the road. It was an old, abandoned route on the outskirts of town, the kind of place where only shady dealings went down.

Bella pulled up in front of the warehouse, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was to come.

"Stay here," I told Bella, opening the door.

"No way," she said firmly. "I'm coming with you."

I hesitated for a moment, but Bella's determined expression told me she wasn't going to back down. Together, we stepped out of the car and approached the warehouse.

As we entered the dimly lit building, I called out, "Ethan! I'm here!"

There was no response, but I could sense his presence. I followed the sound of the footsteps, my heart pounding in my chest.

Suddenly, Ethan emerged from the shadows, a smirk on his face. "Ah, my lovely wife is here," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You came right on time,” he smiled.

I scanned the area, my eyes searching for my brother, then I saw him, tied to a chair, his face looked battered.

I turned to Ethan, tears already pooled in my eyes. "Let him go, Ethan," I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

Ethan chuckled. "Not yet, Laura,” he smirked. “Not until we talk about your infidelity.”

“And what about yours?!” I yelled. “You mess around and try to kill the only person I love because I did the same thing?” My angry face glared at him fearlessly.

He laughed coldly. “Laura, you are so stubborn. You are not saying the things I expect you to say.”

“What do you expect me to say? Apologize? Go down on my knees and cry to you?” I asked, bruising his ego.

“Well,” he shrugged his shoulders. “If you don't know what to do, I will teach you,” he pulled out a gun from underneath his polo and pulled the trigger.

“Ethan! My God!” I fell on my knees, my hands flew up in the air, begging Ethan to spare our lives.

“You know, I could kill you and the criminal you call a brother, and nobody will ask me why, let alone inform the cops,” he bragged.

I nodded repeatedly, my body shaking in fear as I stared in the direction he was pointing the gun at.

“Are you ready to talk or would you rather die?” 

“Sissy, please save us,” my body cried from the corner where he was tied.

Ethan took another intimidating step closer. “My sweet wife, you wanna talk now?” 

I looked at Bella, who was already trembling, and she nodded, agreeing that I confess my abominable sin.

“Are you going to reveal your fucker’s name, or do you want to go with it to your…”

Bella's loud cracking voice interrupted him. “Luara, he is going to kill us, confess already,” she begged.

“I guess she prefers death,” Ethan chuckled, averting the direction of the gun towards me. “Tell me, who fucked you? He asked coldly, her face hard and expressionless.

“A…” Bella was going to put me and Alexander in trouble before I intervened.

“A strange man in the club,” I lied sharply, cutting her off.

“Oh,” he laughed. “You went back to the old life I saved you from? You whores never learn,” he spat, moving his gaze from me to Bella and then to my brother.

“I'm sorry, Ethan,” I swallowed my pride and apologized.

“You know I don't take mere apologizes. You know what going to happen? Don't you? He arched his eyebrows inquisitively.

“I don't,” I shook my head slowly.

“You are going to take me to the club where you fuck the man, seduce him and empty this gun in his head, or…’ he laughed. ‘You know I will always provide you with choices,” he drew close to me and squatted in my front. “You empty them in your brother's head by yourself.

“Aaah, Ethan,” I screamed.

“Be quiet woman. No man touches what mine and go scot-free!”