matter
what and if anyone tries to grab you. Scream at the top of your
lungs, drop all your body weight down, and sit down on the floor
Indian style.' He prattled off giving me his
techniques against battling abduction.
As sick as I was feeling I couldn't help the
small smile that tugged at my lips. My brother's are hilarious!
Who's going to try and grab me? Maybe I just had one too many
drinks, legal drinking age over here is eighteen versus twenty-one
in America.
I'm not a drinker, so I think I've surpassed way
beyond my one drink limit with the three drinks I've already
consumed. What I was wondering was where's Tristan through all
this? As I stood there with my arms above my head like a moron
waiting for my brothers to find me, I turned my face slightly to
the side. Needing to desperately make sure that my Secret deodorant
wasn't telling on me and that I wasn't killing everyone around me
with my body odor, I nonchalantly inhaled a deep breath. Ah, still
tropical fresh, no worries here!
Spinning around in circles, I searched the area
around me for the person who just said that. Is it one of the guys
playing jokes on me or am I hallucinating? A deep monotone voice
whispered into my ear and it quickly disappeared. "Soon
Princesa...we'll be coming for you soon."
As soon as I whipped around to the right a
muscular hand came down grabbing my upper arm. Being scared out of
my wits I did exactly what my oldest brother advised me to and
began screaming at the top of my lungs, "Help! Stranger danger,
stranger danger!" As I threw myself down onto the ground and sat
down Indian style, boy I need to stop drinking!
The assailant was trying to fight against me, I
was thrashing around violently as he tried to grab a hold of my
shoulders. Dammit these are my favorite pants and they're going to
be filthy.
"Mirar, calm down. It's me!" Lonso shouted
annoyed as his face popped into view causing my thrashing to cease
immediately, he had Axel at his side. Somehow, Axel could sense I
was in danger so he went looking for my brothers. Where's
Tristan?
A guilty look overcame my expression as I let my
brother help me to my feet. Whew, that was a close call. "What's
gotten into you?" Alonso asked concerned. He led me back towards
the bar area where I spotted Rico.
My heart was pounding against my chest a million
miles a minute as I tried the best I could to calm myself down
enough in order to inform my brothers of what occurred. What
happened next caused my heart to feel as though it was going to
fall out dead on the ground.
This is where he was the entire time? Instead of
hearing my cries for help and worrying about me...his mate...he was
standing at the bar with a hot Spanish beauty practically draping
herself all over him? Tristan's eyes looked glossed over and he
didn't seem like himself either as our eyes met and I gave him the
dirtiest glare before demanding to Lonso, "Take me home."
Chapter 4: Taken
Lonso and I managed to reach the exit of Mondo,
before I was grabbed roughly by my upper arm pulling me to abrupt
stop. I jerked around in anger and shot Tristan a filthy look, one
that was filled with hurt and disgust. I mean, who cares if he's
been shouting out my name asking me to stop for the past couple
minutes?
Obviously he wasn't concerned with my wellbeing
before I caught him doing whatever it was he was doing! That
gorgeous tramp is so darn lucky I'm not completely with it right
now, because I'm pretty sure I would've given her a good beat
down.
"Lise, wait." Tristan grunted in exasperation as
he came to stand in front of me blocking my way out of the club.
"What's going on? Where are you going?" He asked with a look of
pure confusion taking over his concerned expression.
Staring up into his eyes, I could see that
he had no idea what the hell was going on, let alone why I was
angry with him. Lonso cringed slightly, shrugging his shoulders in
a 'what do you want me to do'