Chapter 11

It felt different, Mew walked up to Gulfs front door but the very overpowering alpha smell was permanent in the corridor. He was just on time and it felt as if someone had already been here before him. He walked up to the door to ring the bell but saw that the door was already ajar. Maybe Gulf was waiting for him inside and he had nothing to worry about. He had him guarded 24/7 so what was there to happen. He was just a little paranoid from all the things happening at the moment. He slowly opened the door that was open and walked in.

"Gulf? I'm here." Mew said and the alpha smell was even more permanent here. He scrunched his nose from the smell. This time Mew did start to get worried; he grabbed his gun from his holster and held it before him. He slowly scanned the room and what he saw made his blood run cold. The chairs were turned over as if there had been a fight and everything was pushed over. Mew quickly walked to the bedroom and bathroom but Gulf was nowhere to be found. What had happened here. Everything was silent and Mew stood in the ruined living room. He put his gun back and gripped his hair.

They had him. The one thing he was trying to protect was gone! Mew's eyes darted around for any kind of clue of who or where they could have taken him. He scanned around and searched everywhere. Nothing. Mew was furious by now and he grabbed his phone and called the guard he had put to protect Gulf. Nothing.

Why was he so foolish to think Gulf would be safe! He knew how Art could be and he would do anything to get his place. He was breathing hard and trying to think clearly.

He was mad. That man was going to pay so bad. Don't ever touch what's mine! He ran out of the dark and ruined apartment and called his men. He needed to know where Art was holding up now!

He got Kaownah to pick him up and made his way to the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. This is where they had Art's captured man. They were going to pay for this and he wouldn't stop until he got answers.

He slammed the door of the car as they arrived and strived into the big abandoned building taking his jacket off in the process. He buttoned up his sleeves.

"give me the first one!" Mew yelled. The tension in the room was big and Mew's was furious. He was let to a sleeping man on the floor inside a cell. He opened the door and the man startled awake. Before he could say anything, he was pushed up against the wall by his throat. A strangled cry came from the man as Mew pushed him even harder into the wall.

"where's Art!" Mew spat out and he bared his teeth and let his dominating alpha scent fill the room. The beta was trembling underneath him but he kept his mouth shut. Mew smiled evilly.

"not talking? Well...Tie him up!" Mew yelled and let the man fall to the floor and walked away. The man grunted as he fell down, Mew looked back one last time with a grin as he walked into a big room. The man was pleading now as he knew what was coming now. He was trembling on the dirty floor as he was pulled up harshly by a few of Mew's men. He was tied up and pulled into the open space. Mew was waiting already. The man was tied to the hook on the wall and Mew walked over to him. He was impatient and his fist flew against the man's jaw hard, making the man scream in pain.

"come on, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Mew said as he watched the man moan in pain. Mew didn't even have the time to be torturing this man. The only thing he wanted was to get Gulf back but he knew he needed the information. He had sent his man out to search the area around in the meantime he got what he needed from this man.

"where is he holding up." Mew tried this time in a more patient voice. Everyone knew he was nothing near this patient and the man better spoke up now or Mew would go berserk on him.

The man wasn't that smart and he still wouldn't talk. Mew could see the fear in his eyes, if it was for Mew or for Art, he wasn't sure. But one thing, it didn't make him happy.

"come on..." Mew whispered before he kicked him in his guts.

"Talk!" he yelled this time and kicked a few blows to his ribs. The man coughed and screamed as he felt his ribs crack.

"Now!!" Mew kept on punching and kicking the man till blood flowed everywhere. Bruises and cuts decorated his body and the man was half unconscious.

Silence overcame the dimly lit room as Mew waited. He was breathing hard and his hands were covered in cuts and blood.

A very soft voice came from the man as he tried to speak with all the energy he had left.

"he's at the bunker near the train station outside the city. Please kill me, kill me now!"

Mew sighed.

"were going, now." was the only thing he said as he left the man hanging on the wall. He ordered some man to clean up the mess as he ran outside. He quickly drove off to the place the man had told him just now. He needed to get to Gulf, fast.

***

Soft splashing of water woke Gulf up out if his unconscious state. He groaned as he pried open his eyes but everything was dark. His head throbbed and when he tried to move, he discovered his hands were tied behind his back, he was sitting on a chair. Where was he?

With much pain, he tried to look around the dark room. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he scanned the room. No daylight was coming from anywhere and there were no windows. The walls were bare and the floor wet and dirty. He almost gagged from the awful smell and tried to breathe as slowly as possible. Panic arose inside of him as he remembered what happened. He pulled his hands but there was no movement at all as he was tightly tied against the chair. He struggled to get them free but it only made his arms hurt more when the rope was cutting in his wrists. He groaned as he tried to think. His mind was reeling and his vision started to blur. What had he gotten into? How was he getting out of this!

The silence made it even more unbearable as he heard the splashing of water in the corner of the room, nothing else could be heard and Gulf was alone with his thoughts that were screaming at him.

He remembered how 3 men had taken him away but he was unconscious before he knew where they took him. One thing was still very clear on his mind. What the man had said had shook him to the core.

He was here, tied up because of Mew. He was the reason he was now suffering a terrible headache from the blow on his head and a very soar body from being tied in an uncomfortable position. If he had just told him...

Gulf wasn't sure about anything right now. The fact Mew was a mafia boss made him shiver. It scared him to the core, but would he have reacted the same if he had told him before? He wasn't sure, hoe could one possibly be okay when their boyfriend was a bad guy!

And the fact he was pregnant with his baby was now even a worse idea! How was he going to protect the kid when he was already being held hostage by people who were after Mew! Gulf was breathing hard by now and he was trying to get out of the binds.

Suddenly a door was slammed open and the same 3 men walked into the room and a soft light came from the other side of the door. It startled Gulf and he tensed up, what did they want from him?

"Look who's awake, took you long enough." One of them said, he was smoking a cigarette and blew the smoke right in Gulfs face. Gulf couched and felt his lungs fill with the smoke as he tried to breathe in fresh air.

"just a little more time and your lover boy will come looking for you. Or... maybe you aren't that important to him. Maybe we'll have to leave you here for the rest of your life. Never being discovered, rotting away. Hahaha"

"look, he's terrified!" the alpha he recognized said and walked up to him to kick the chair making it wobble. Gulf's breath hitched.

"wait till boss sees what we have for him. He will be so pleased," he said and pushed his finger under Gulfs chin. Gulf tried to get the man's hand from his face and turned the other way. He watched the man as they stood before him.

"hmm he's a feisty one." the alpha said and licked his lips. "of course he is, as he almost broke my arm. Useless omega's..." he spit out and grabbed Gulfs chin harder this time. "you still have to pay for that..."

He looked down his body and Gulf shivered with disgust. He really hoped he was wrong about his motive, but no.

The man licked his lips as he tried to lift up Gulfs shirt. Gulf struggled in his grip trying to get away but he could move an inch out of the binds.

"don't touch me!" Gulf groaned as the man lifted his shirt and stroked his stomach.

"hmm... so soft. What's this?" the man laughed as he pulled his hand back as he watched the little bump.

"oh, I know what it is... he knocked you up already!"

Gulf tensed as he heard the man. He didn't look up and struggled. "what a surprise! Our dearest Suppasit is going to be a daddy!"

"who's going to be a daddy." a voice came from the doorway.

"boss!! You're here. Look what we've got. This will get Suppasit on his knees."

Another man stepped into the room and the others moved away for him. Gulf could only guess this was the man who wanted Mew dead. They called him boss that was obvious.

The man walked over to where Gulf was tied up and looked him up and down. A grin on his face as he had both his hands in his suit pockets. He could see a gun and knifes hiding away in the inside of his jacket and Gulf shivered. He was so close to death.

"he sure is pretty. Would understand Suppasit would tap this..." he grinned and locked eyes with Gulf.

"oh, he sure does. Look at that stomach. That's not a bit of fat anymore from not working out. He's pregnant!" the man laughed behind the boss.

"hmm...You are?" Art asked with a too soft and friendly voice.

"fuck off, its none of your business!" Gulf spat out and lunged forward but he was held back by the binds. He groaned as his wrists were cut from the rope, on top of that a stinging pain covered his whole right cheeks as Art slapped him hard. Gulf gaped and dropped his head as he felt tears well up in his eyes from the pain, he didn't want to seem weak at all.

"who the fuck do you think you are! Talking to me like this." Art yelled as he pulled his hand back and stepped closer to Gulf. He grabbed the collar from his shirt and punched Gulfs jaw.

"I don't care if your pregnant or not! No one talks to me like that!" Art shook him and Gulf felt the pain sear through his face. His head was spinning and he tried to breathe through the pain, he was on the verge of a panic attack.

"boss, we have intruders." one of the men said as Art was still shaking Gulf. He stopped when he heard that and a smirk plastered on his face.

"looks who's here already. You really are an amazing bait." Art laughed and pushed Gulf back who almost stumbled over on the chair. He walked back and looked over his shoulder at Gulf.

"sad thing, you won't be seeing any of him ever again. When we're done with him we can take you back as a pet... sound nice? Doesn't it? " Art grinned as he walked after his men out the door.

Silence. Gulf was now completely alone in the filthy room still completely bound. He was trying to breathe with how much his head was hurting. His body was hurting all over and his legs and arms were numb from lack of blood circulations. Now that he was alone his thought were running all over. He was slightly panicking now that they knew he was pregnant! What were they going to do with him! He had to escape somehow; he was going to wait for anyone to rescue him. He didn't have the time to wait. He needed to get out of here quick! He looked around for anything that could help him get those ropes off. He scanned the grounds for anything sharp but nothing was good enough to get him out of them. As he scanned the walls, he squinted his eyes and saw a very old and rusty looking nail in the wall. Bingo. It was that or nothing at all. With the little strength he still had he tried to scoot to the other of the room where the nail was. Little by little, he came closer and closer as he tried to make as little noise as possible. He was scooting the chair closer, sweat decorated his face and neck as his arms were numb from the pain. He listened closely if no one was coming, but all he heard was the water dripping and something like a train close by. He held his breath as the chair was making a loud creaking noise and he stilled. His heart was hammering away in his chest as he sat still and hoped no one heard it. After some time when nothing happened, he scooted further. After what felt like an eternity he was sitting with his back to the nail in the wall, it was leveled higher than his arms and he had to push up his arms to get to it. His shoulders were burning and his muscles protested as he was angled in an uncomfortable position. But he didn't care. He needed to get out of here. He pushed his arms up and the nail stuck under the rope. A sigh of relief left Gulfs lips as he pushed and pulled. He hoped that this would work because it was the only way free. His body was burning with pain and he craned his neck back to see if it worked. The rope was slowly being cut and Gulf felt the adrenaline speed through his veins. Yes, it worked! He fastened his pace but his arms slipped off the nail and he had to pull his arms back up again. His shoulders and arms were in so much pain from the movement Gulf bit his lip.

He had to hold back the cries of pain as he pushed and pulled. Suddenly the robe loosened and it was cut free. Gulf pulled his arms down and back to the front as he tried to get the blood circulation work again. His arms were free! Now his legs. He was tied to the legs of the chair, and with sore fingers, he fumbled with the rope until it came loose. He sat still for a second before he stood up. His knees wobbled and his body was sore and stiff. His face was beaten up and his head was throbbing with pain. This all didn't matter now. He was one step closer to freedom. Now he had another problem. How was he coming out of here without anyone noticing? There were no windows and the only way out was through the door. What if people saw him? He was breathing slowly as he walked to the door. It was all or nothing, he didn't have another choice. He was surprised the door was not locked. Did they really think he was just going to sit still till all of this was over? He huffed a laugh as he opened the door slowly. The light came from the end of the hall to his right as a staircase was going up. He was underground and he slipped out of the room. No one was around but he did hear a lot of noise coming from above him. People screaming and yelling. Something that sounded like gunshots could be heard and Gulf shivered. He had to get through all of that. He needed something to protect himself somehow. He searched the hall for anything useful and the only thing he found was a short metal pipe. That would have to do. He grabbed it and tiptoed to the end of the hall where the light was coming from. He hid behind a corner when he heard someone coming. He held his breath. This was it. He mustered up all his courage and when the man rounded the corner, Gulf slammed the pipe down on his head with all his strength. The man yelped and grunted when he fell down on the floor. He didn't move and Gulf stood still, holding the pipe before him. When the man didn't get up Gulf let a sigh slip past his lips. This was terrifying. He stepped over the body as he waited to hear if there was anything else coming. When the coast was clear a walked up the stairs fast. The outside greeted him and he ducked his head. More people were gathered outside. They were busy with other things as he heard a lot of gunshots. He guessed Mew was somewhere here. It made his omega yelp in happiness. He had missed him but it still nagged at him that he was in this situation because of him. How could he live with someone like that! He was torn between his feelings and his mind. But right now, he needed to get away from here. He scanned the area as he saw that if he was fast enough, he would be able to run to the other side of the building. He hoped he would be saved once he was out of their fighting range and he would be able to escape to the train station. He steadied his breathing as he counted to three when he didn't see anyone looking his way. He launched himself of the stairs and ran. His exhausted body was trying to run with all its might as Gulf ran close to the walls and rounded the corner. Fuck.

***

Fuck, Mew aimed his gun at one man on the rooftop and shot. He was breathing hard as he had been going at it for some time. Art really wasn't planning to give up so easily. He had arrived at the abandoned area and just like that, all hell broke loose. Shots were fired and Mew was now hiding behind one of the ruined buildings as he was shooting away. He was ordering his men around and shouted. He was sweating as he was shot in his leg from earlier. He had limped this way as he was trying to stop the bleeding, he looked over to the building Gulf was apparently held and his heart leaped. He didn't see Art anywhere but he had his man at all points around the building. He would be the one to handle Art. He stood back up and got out of his hiding place. The area he was in was safe now and he slowly walked closer to the building. He heard gunshots and fights going around as he neared the building. He was at the back as the entry was on the other side. "Boss, we've got m." he heard trough his Porto as he was aiming his gun. He needed to be sure the coast was clear.

"Art! Come out now! You've got nowhere to go!" Mew yelled as he rounded the corner to the front. What he saw had his heard soaring. Art was there but he also had Gulf in his grip his gun pointed at his head and fingers around his throat. Gulf was struggling when he saw Mew.

"Mew!" he wheezed out and a tear fell from his eyes. Mew was furious.

"looking for this?" Art grinned as he tightened his grip. They were alone in front of the building. As his men were fighting Art's man. Mew was breathing hard as he limped closer.

"he's pretty... sure a catch." Art continued as Mew came to a halt. "you wouldn't want anything to happen to him, right?" Art smiled devilishly as he pulled the safety from his gun.

"what do you want." Mew sighed as he was aiming his gun at Art. He was now cornered. He didn't want Gulf to die. His alpha leaped as he saw his omega struggling in Arts grip. He was slowly losing consciousness as his airway was cut off.

"Get out of my way... come on, we both know I'm better off in this area, leave."

"loosed your grip on him!" Mew yelled.

"we're not here to negotiate. I've got something you want. You don't. Oh, I've actually got 2 things you want. It's a packaged deal!" Art laughed and loosened his grab on Gulfs neck he swung his gun around like it was a toy before pointing it at Gulf again.

"what do you mean," Mew asked confused.

"oh, he doesn't know?" Art said and he looked at Gulf. "you didn't tell him? Should I?"