Chapter 25

They drove for about an hour she guessed when they came to a stop. She knew where they were and was shocked to see they were outside the club where Gabriel had taken her.

Fear coursed through her like a raging river, wondering why she was brought here. The blood was pumping in her veins, her heart racing.

Elliot pointed the gun at her stomach.

"Now this is what's going to take place. We're all going to walk in and act like nothing is wrong. Do not make eye contact with anyone and don't try to run, if you do I promise you I have no regrets shooting a pregnant woman. Are you going to behave?"

She nods, there was no way she would put her unborn child in danger. "I'll be good, just don't hurt my baby."

Being pulled from the car Elliot walked with his arm over her shoulder, gun poking into her side as they entered the dimly lit club.

She made sure to keep her eyes down, the sound of men laughing, music blaring she was led towards the back where she knew the special rooms were.

They stopped and Elliot opens one of the doors and gives her a push inside.

She looked around, it was different from the room Gabriel had brought her to, this room was smaller with fewer toys. The men had left, leaving her alone so she tried the door but it was locked.

Clutching her coat tighter in her hands she turned when she heard the door opening. Her eyes widened in horror when Sergio stepped in, grinning at her.

"It's so good to see you again Paige," he said, shutting the door behind him. "Take off your coat, you're going to be here awhile."

"Sergio, I don't know why you're doing this but you better let me go before Gabriel finds out what you've done."

He moved closer, his face contorted into something ugly, making her cringe.

"You will obey me. Now remove your coat or I'll have Elliot do it, and trust me, he will not stop with just the coat."

"You had Mitch killed, why?" she said and took off her coat. Crossing her arms she backed away from him.

Ignoring her question he circled her, stopping in front of her. His hand shot out and slapped her across the face.

"Next time I give you an order you better not hesitate or you'll be punished." He grabs her chin.

"I understand my son brought you here but you didn't stay long. Why?"

"Because he's not a sick pervert like you," she spat at him.

"You think not my dear? You really don't know your husband. I'll say this for my son, he has good taste. You are a little beauty and I shall enjoy doing what my son could not bring himself to do."

"What are you going to do?" she cried out.

She turned towards the door when it opened. It was Elliot, holding what looked like a very large dog collar. Sergio then picked up a small whip, one that people used to indulge in rough sex.

"Take off the dress Paige," Sergio ordered, slapping the whip lightly on his hand.

"I like the color of her hair. Sergio, I wonder if the drapes match the carpet," Elliot said as he wiped the drool from his mouth.

"We'll find out later Elliot." He looked back at her, holding up the whip. "Take it off or I'll have him do it."

"Are you going to kill me like you did to Gabriel's horse?" she asked.

Standing in front of him she felt sick she started to cry. Feeling sick and humiliated, knowing the men were going to stare at her body and afraid of what they were going to do to her.

"I did that to teach him it doesn't pay to love. He loves you, a big mistake on his part. You have made him weak, a pussy. Once I am done with you and he sees you are no better than the others he'll come around." Going behind her he placed the collar around her neck.

"Sergio, how can you do this to your son's wife? I am carrying your grandchild."

"My grandchild yes, that is why we'll take it easy on you. I just want you to help me fulfill my fantasy and then I'll let you go."

"Never," she snapped at him and earned a slap with the whip. Though it was padded it still hurt like hell and she whimpered.

"Put her on the table," he ordered Elliot.

She went to fight him but he was too strong and had her flat on her back on the table. Her hands were tied above her head, the collar around her neck felt like it was choking her. Her eyes watched as Sergio pulled out a ski mask and put it over his head.

He leaned over, his eyes looked into hers.

"I like it when a woman screams, begs me to stop. How she kicks, the way they try to struggle. This is what I want you to do, pretend I am forcing myself on you, it gets me excited."

"You are forcing yourself on me and I won't give you the satisfaction of fighting you." She would try and make her mind leave her body.

To do as he asked would only feed his sick fetish of rape and she did not want to do anything that would harm her baby. She would close her eyes and pray it was over quick.

Sergio pulled on her collar, causing her to cough.

"You will do as I tell you or not only will I let Elliot have his turn with you but every other man in the club. Pregnant or not they won't care. In fact, some of them have a thing for fucking pregnant women." He looked up at Elliot.

"Now we shall see if the carpet matches the drapes," he said, putting his fingers around the hem of her dress.

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Now let's go back earlier to Gabriel:

Grabiel was dressed in his best suit, he was getting ready for his meeting when his phone shrilled loudly. Checking his watch he answered it, annoyed that he was being kept from leaving.

"Hello," he answered harshly.

"What do you mean she missed her lesson?"

He listened and abruptly hung up. After dialing her number and getting her voicemail dialed Mitch's number, again it went to voicemail.

Cursing he banged his fist on the desk. He then checked the tracking device on her phone, it showed a location. She wasn't on the move, he had a bad feeling about this. Unlocking the drawer he takes out his gun, loaded it and tucked it into the waistband of his pants. Grabbing his keys he raced out to his car and took off.

A mix of fear and relief coursed through his veins when he spotted the limo on the side of the road. The back passenger door was wide open and no sign of anyone around.

Pulling up behind it parked his car, removed his gun from his waistband and got out, his gun raised as he moved slowly towards the vehicle. A cold chill ran down his spine, what if he found she was hurt, or worse, dead?

No, he wouldn't let that thought enter his head.

Reaching the car he pointed his gun and looked inside. No one was in the car, no sign of blood but her purse laid on the seat. Grabbing it he checked inside, yes, there was her phone. He turned his head, looking in every direction but still no sign of Paige or Mitch.

He did notice some fresh tire tracks and going over he looked at them. He took out his phone and dialed the police, telling them his wife has been abducted and no sign of his driver. Telling the police where he was hung up. That was when he noticed some drops of blood leading towards the ditch.

He followed the trail of blood, it ended by the ditch.

"Paige, Mitch," he shouted out.

He thought he heard a noise so with great care, so as not to fall made his way down. Reaching the bottom he saw a body under some bushes. He knew it was a man by the shoes that were sticking out.

Hurrying over he saw that it was Mitch. The man was covered in blood and barely conscious. His eyes did flutter open and he grabbed Gabriel's collar.

"They got her boss," he said, blood dripping from his mouth.

"Who has her? Mitch, who has her?"

Mitch shook his head. "I don't know, I only heard her scream."

"Just hang in there pal, help is coming," he said, grabbing his phone he dialed and called for an ambulance.

Sitting there next to Mitch he didn't know where to begin to find her, or who could have taken her and why?

The thought of his precious angel being harmed made him want to scream, to tear someone from limb to limb. He worried for her safety as well as the baby. Not even God will be able to save whoever took her.

Squatting down he looked up at the sky. Closing his eyes he said a silent prayer.

"God, if you're really up there please look after Paige. She so sweet and innocent, don't let anything happen to her."

Just then his phone rang, taking it from his pocket he saw it was from an unknown caller. This could be the kidnapper or someone with information. Swallowing the lump in his throat he answered the call.

📞"Gabriel Maestri here."

📞"Mr. Maestri, this is Antonio Vozzella."

Gabriel rolled his eyes, he did not have time for this man.

📞"I can't speak to you now," he said and was about to hang up till he heard Antonio mention Page's name.

📞"Don't hang up, it's about your wife."

He rose to his feet.

📞"You son of a bitch, if you hurt her I swear I'll kill you."

📞"Will you listen to me, please. I'm here at the members club and I just saw your wife walk in with three men. It didn't look like she was here of her own free will. I thought you'd want to know."

Gabriel practically yelled into the phone.

📞 "I'll be right there, try and stall them."

📞"Stall them," Antonio cried out. "What can I do? I don't even know where they took her."

📞"I don't know why you're there but you obviously know what goes on there. She's in danger so do something. Start a fight, smash the place up, anything to get them running out to see what's going on."

📞"They'll kill me," Antonio said.

📞"Look, I know you like her and won't want to see those monsters hurt her so just do it, I'll be there as quick as I can." He hung up and kneeled down next to Mitch.

"I have to go, they've taken her to the club and I sure as hell bet my father has something to do with it. Help is coming."

"Go, go save her," Mitch said with a wave of his hand.

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Antonio could not sit back and let those men hurt her, she was pregnant. So he did the only thing he could think of, pretend he was drunk and start a fight.

Getting up he staggered over to the bar.

"Hey you," he slurred his words, speaking to one of the men who had walked in with Paige. "That woman you came in with, I want her for an hour. I'm willing to pay triple what they are asking."

The big guy stared down at him and laughed. "I don't think you're in any shape to do much."

"Just go tell your boss," Antonio said, sitting down on the bar stool.

"Wait here," he told Antonio and walked away.

When the man's back was to him he got up and followed him, hoping to see which room they had her in. Checking the number on the door went back to the bar and had just sat down when the big guy came back.

"Sorry, you'll have to pick another girl."

"I don't want another girl, I want that blond," Antonio said and stood up.

"I'll just go back there and tell them myself."

He didn't get far before he was grabbed by two other men, pushing them off he picked up the bar stool and threw it across the bar, smashing several bottles before being grabbed again and thrown out the door.

"Go home and don't come back or you will be sorry," the one growled at Antonio and they walked back into the club.

He looked at the two guys and knew he didn't stand a chance against them. He checked his watch and cursed.