Fight Men Not Love

Chapter Ten

I will probably have to crash later on today, because I was sleepy as hell. Above that, I was super excited about seeing Beckett. He promised first thing in the morning, he'd drive over to see me.

I went to change quickly into a big black tshirt and some tight shorts. That's all I have. Shorts and baggy tshirts. And dresses that Randall packed for me. I had a couple of jeans but that was it.

I grabbed my phone and was out the door. It's almost 8 and I was sleepy as hell. I can't believe I stayed up all night.

I had assumed that Dominic would be in the kitchen or something. I walked in and stopped, frozen in spot.

All heads turned to me and I gulped. Aside from Killian and Dominic himself, there were two other men. I have never seen them before, not that it matters.

"Evelyn?" I turned to Dominic, when he called my name. I gulped, looking down. I walked over to him quietly.

"Finally, she has a name," Killian said sarcastically. I turned to glare at him and he was unfazed. One of these days, I will f**k him up.

"Is everything okay?" Dominic inquired, turning back to me, from glaring at Killian. He moved to sit down in one of the chairs.

My phone beeped. It's probably Beckett. He can be super impatient sometimes. I fought a groan when he texted me again. I fished out my phone and sure enough, it was him. I rolled my eyes.

"I spoke to...my friend and he wants to come over," I told Dominic softly, avoiding all the stares.

"Yeah, of course. It's fine," Dominic said quickly.

"I don't know the address," I mumbled.

"Oh s**t. Sorry about that," Dominic said when it finally dawned on him. "Just a second," he stood up and walked out. I was left with the three men. I busied myself with my phone.

Becky?: b***h, hurry the f**k up.

Becky?: Dang, are ya'll digging the address or some s**t?

Me: I just spoke to him, you i***t. He went somewhere.

"Alright, here you go," Dominic came back and gave me a piece of paper. He'd written down the address.

"Thank you," I said and walked out.

"Breakfast is almost ready, okay?" He called out. I turned to him to let him know that I wasn't hungry and he rose his brow at me. I bit my lip, eyeing the two men.

"Okay," I said and walked out. Before I even made it far, I remembered taking the cheque with me to give it to him. I walked back.

"You know the weirdest s**t? Jackson met someone. He's also a red haired like her," I walked back on their conversation.

"No s**t," Dominic said, eyeing one of the men. The one with dark brown hair and brown eyes rolled his eyes.

"Did you have to mention that?" He inquired, watching the other guy next to him.

"What? I just think it's cool, okay? People with red hair are rare. Seeing two of them is f*****g luck, okay?"

"You're being dramatic," Killian grumbled.

"What? Are you hurt that Jackson moved on?" Killian scowled quietly while everyone chuckled at him. Dominic turned to me, his smile captivating. I forced myself to look away. I placed the cheque on the counter, where he sat.

"What is this?" He inquired, looking down at it. He frowned at the cheque. "Evelyn, where did you get this money?" He looked up at me.

"From the club?" I mumbled.

"Who's Darnel Williams?" He inquired. I heard someone choking and turned to see one of the guys coughing.

"You said what now?" He said, looking between Dominic and I.

"Darnel Williams," Dominic repeated. "The cheque has his name,"

"Well I, for one, knew she was shady. That explains it," Killian glared at me. "What a way to bring in f*****g gangsters into our lives, Nick," he grumbled under his breath.

"I've never been so lost. Can someone tell me what's going on?" The other man asked, confused.

"Darnel and Vincent Williams are f*****g Mafia Leaders," my eyes widened at the news. I stared at Killian, wondering if he's lying to me or not. He glared at me. "She's probably their f*****g Queen," he said.

I shook my head, tears spilling down my face. I turned to Dominic, who was shocked to say the least.

"T-That's not true," I stammered. "I didn't know who he was," Killian scoffed at that.

"How do you know him?" Dominic asked calmly. I bit my lip, looking down. "Evelyn, why did he give you this?" He pressed.

"He was at the club a-and he..." my lip trembled as the images flashed in my mind. I looked away, turning my back on the men as I began trembling.

"Evelyn, I brought you to my house. My daughter lives here. If you're going to bring some kind of danger, the least you could do is let me know," Dominic said, raising his voice at me, for the first time, since we met.

"I didn't know who he was," I sobbed. "I swear, I didn't,"

"Then how do you know him?" He asked me. A whimper escaped my lips, shaking my head. "If you didn't know him, why would he give you this money?"

What could I possibly say? That him and his brother raped me and then he regretted it later. Is it really rape if my body felt the way it did? I shuddered at the thought.

"Evelyn-"

"She's clearly hiding-"

"Avel forced me to sleep with them," I blurted out, crying. "I-I didn't mean to, I swear," I cupped my mouth as I cried.

"What?" I heard a breathy whisper.

"Them?" Dominic inquired.

"D-Darnel and Vincent,"

"Jesus Christ," Dominic muttered under his breath, and I looked down, crying uncontrollably.

There was silence as everyone was shocked by what I just said. My phone rang and I didn't move to answer it. I wanted to just disappear and never come back.

If I'd gone far away with Randall, no one would be questioning me about my past. It hurts too much to think about it. And having to tell complete strangers that something like that happened to you, was another story.

"Evelyn-" I jumped and recoiled when I felt Dominic place his hand on my shoulder. He quickly pulled back. "Sorry," he said softly. "I'm sorry about what happened to you," he went on. "Why'd he give you this much money though? That's what I don't get,"

"He was apologizing for what t-they did to me," I said quietly.

"The bruises," he went on. "They did that?" I shook my head.

"Avel did this to me,"

"f**k," he cussed under his breath. I grabbed my phone from the counter and ran. "Evelyn wait-"

"Let her go, Nick," I heard one of the men say. "Give her time,"

I ran back to my room and locked myself in the bathroom, sliding down the chair. My phone rang again. I declined, not having it in me to talk to Beckett, while I'm this emotional. I texted him the address.

Some time later when I had calmed down and I was curled up on the cold floor, like every other day, there was a knock on the door.

"Evelyn?" Dominic called out softly. "Your friend is here for you," he let me know. I sat up and went to wash my face. I tied my hair into a ponytail and looked at my bloodshot eyes.

Beckett will notice.

I walked out and headed to the lounge area and I saw the back of Beckett's head as he looked around. He was standing by the door. When he heard me, he turned around.

I couldn't help running to him, smiling. I crashed into him, hugging him. He chuckled softly, catching me easily. I hugged him tightly, now realizing how bad I missed my best friend.

"Hi," I said when we pulled apart. He eyed me carefully and I knew immediately what he saw. He grabbed my face, tilting my head up.

"Have you been crying?" He asked.

"N-no," f**k. "It's probably because I didn't get to sleep," I lied.

"I didn't sleep as well, but my eyes are sure as hell aren't bloodshot," he pointed out. "You're a bad liar. Spit it out,"

"Or you could leave me the f**k alone," I rolled my eyes, shoving his hand away.

"Still a b***h, I see," he retorted. On instinct, I punched him in the stomach and he toppled over, groaning.

"You motherfucker," he rasped out, clutching his stomach. I giggled at him as he whined. "I'll forgive you this once. b***h, look at you. You're still looking sexyyy," he dragged the word.

"And you're still crazyyyy," I mimicked him and we both laughed at that. He had on black jeans and a white plain loose tank top and sneakers. His arms had tattoos. "When did you do the tattoos? You didn't wait for me?" I gaped at him. "How rude, friend,"

"Please, like you would have done it," he rolled his eyes.

"I know what I wouldn't do," I retorted. "That hair. You looked like you aged,"

"It's called style, you orange f*****g b***h," I burst out laughing at that. He slung his arm over my shoulder, leading me into the lounge area. I stopped when I saw they had occupied the space.

"Come on, let's go to my room," I told him.

"What? No Evelyn. I'm gay, okay? I don't do coochies, I do d***s," he said.

"You're such an i***t, Becky," I rolled my eyes, giggling at his statement.

"What do you want me to expect? You haven't even offered me something to drink and you're taking me to your room," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

I let him to my room and I settled down on my unmade bed, and he kicked off his shoes and climbed up as well.

"This place looks dull. Shouldn't you have one of your arts or something by now? Or even pictures would be nice," he said looking around.

"Well, it's not my place. And I just got here," I shrugged.

"You just got here?" He turned to me.

Well, I guess I have to spill everything.

I told him about how my relationship with Avel took a drastic turn and he started introducing me to his shady friends. He'd talk about owning a business and I thought it would be something legal. I told him what happened after I basically ruined our friendship.

Avel Kollar bought the club with loaned money and he didn't have any to pay the person back. When that person saw me, he wanted to have a night with me as p*****t.

Avel begged me, going on about how he was threatened and that guy would come for us if I don't do this for me. I wouldn't have done this, if he didn't barge into the house and manipulated me into sleeping with him, so he doesn't kill Avel. I was too naive and still in love with Avel.

So I did it. I did it to save him.

When he was the official owner of the club, he met with more men than I can count, wanting to get them into doing business with him. Many refused, not trusting him. Only the fools agreed and got scammed.

Avel killed them. That's how I met Randall. He'd been working at the club even before Avel became the owner. We instantly became friends, after finding me in the bathroom, shaking to the core. I had just witnessed Avel kill someone. Randall comforted me.

As time went by, I saw Avel's true colors. He'd force me to sleep with more men so the business can grow. It was easy money for him. Seeing as I was considered the Starlight of the club, men couldn't resist me.

Fuck beauty.

It's what brought me this chaos.

I told Beckett how Avel eventually convinced me to become one of the strippers. He promised to buy me expensive stuff; whatever I wanted. Also, he complained about how he was doing all the work and I did nothing to bring something to the table.

I caved in and started stripping for his club, the Dark Elite. Men were allured and the business grew through me. Avel threatened me when I wanted out. I tried to tell him a couple of times that I didn't like what I was doing, and he became violent. He started punishing me.

He also threatened me so I wouldn't go to the police to tell them what was going down at the club. Men died in that club. Avel didn't feel any remorse.

I had no way out. I did stripping and I was forced to sleep with men that came to the club every now and then. Some days, it would go on for two days in a row. They paid to sleep with me.

It never bothered Avel, that they were sleeping with his girlfriend. He never considered me his girlfriend in the first place. He wanted to use me.

I turned to alcohol, to give me strength. I told Beckett how it became an addiction. I didn't go to stage without having a couple of glasses. It gave me the push I needed.

I told him about Darnel and Vincent Vincent Williams. Apparently, he also knew about them. I'm the only one who was in the dark. I fell into the trap without knowledge.

I told him about Randall, who helped me escape that hellhole. I told him what a wonderful person Randall was to me. He was there for me when I felt like s**t. He tried to get me to stop me drinking, but it was a lost cause.

He knew I needed it.

I hated that place so much. I hated everything about it. I never want to go through that again.

I barely made it out the story without shedding tears. When I was finished, Beckett sat there, unmoving. I didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe he felt disgusted by me.

"Please, say something," I whispered, eyeing Beckett.

He blinked once. Twice. Tears slipped down his face and he turned to me. Sniffling, he opened his arms. "Come here," he said. Hesitantly, I crawled into his lap and he wrapped his arms around me. I shuddered when his hold tightened. I felt him rest his chin on my head. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that and I wasn't aware,"

I shook my head, looking up at him. "It's not your fault, Becky," my voice cracked. I rarely had these moments with Beckett. Sure there were a couple of them, where we shed tears. We were an emotional bunch but we were mostly the crazy bunch.

"But it is," he looked down at me. "I knew something was shady with that bastard and I did nothing. I knew that it was shady that you just...disappeared, but I did nothing. I-I should have seen this coming," he hung his head.

"No. Don't blame yourself," I said softly, moving to wipe the tears from his face. "No one saw this coming. Even I didn't get the usual feeling that I always get when something's wrong," I said with a frown.

Beckett didn't say anything and instead, held me. We stayed like that for I don't know how long.

"Where is this Randall guy right now?" He asked after some time.

"I'm not sure. We were supposed to leave together but he...he said he had to make sure Avel didn't come for me," I mumbled.

"And Dominic? Who is he?"

"He's the owner of the house," I told him. He nodded.

"When was the last time you went out?" He asked me and I groaned, slumping in his chest.

"I don't want to go. Plus, I don't have anything to wear," I mumbled. I yawned, feeling the effects of not sleeping. "And I want to sleep,"

"Yeah, I feel sleepy. I haven't gotten much sleep lately. I was busy with work and stuff," he said yawning as well. He shifted around until we were both laying down, with me cuddled up closer to him.

I slept peacefully for the first time in forever, cuddled up with my best friend.

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UNEDITED