Free Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) by Stephanie Jean Page B

word, Bettina; he’s not like me.” She ignored me, nodding at Red to get started.
    “Don’t do this!” I was shouting. I knew that soon, very soon, I would be escorted out for interrupting. “Please, Bettina, what I do to you is nothing like what he’ll do.”
    Trevin, the bouncer, approached me from behind. “Is there a problem?” I took a step back, and Red tied her hands above her head, attaching them to a swiveling hook. He tied her feet together and put a blindfold over her eyes.
    Trevin tried to talk to me again. “Jason come talk to me at the bar.” I ignored him again. The crowd grew big around the scene. Red grabbed a long-tail whip and began swinging it. He was getting the feel of it. I turned away before I could see him hit her with it. I couldn’t stand the scream she let out. It was worse than the squealing of an abused animal.
    I stormed to the back offices and knocked on the door. Brad answered. I began my pacing back-and-forth in his office.
    “She’s got a problem, Brad. She needs help, and I can’t be there for her anymore. She’s out there right now, and Red is revenge-fucking her. She’s trying to drive me insane and instead she is going to get herselfkilled. Please help her.” He fixed his stare straight into my eyes and I felt his anger towards me.
    “We both know what she is doing, Jason. If we stop her, she will just use someone else to get your attention. She is drama, Jason, and this is how she plays everyone around her.” He took a drink out of the small glass he had been swirling. “She is a single lady now, so I’ve heard.” His eyes fixated on mine again and raised an eyebrow, letting me know he was upset I didn’t inform him myself. “She can have sex with whoever she wants to.” Anger laced his words, and I begged him with my eyes to punch me first. My fists curled into tight balls, and they itched to pound his face.
    “If something happens to her, Brad, I know you will regret it.” I couldn’t hold back my infuriated, loud voice. He immediately rose to his feet, crossing the room to open the door.
    “Bettina’s a big girl, and she is no longer your concern.” His body faced away from me, and I knew right then we were done, not only with this conversation, but with our friendship. I took the hint and left. I made my way to the men’s room. I looked around for something or someone to unleash my anger on. I felt powerless to defend her. I glanced at myself in the mirror as I splashed water on my face.
Fuck, what can I do?
I stared at myself, waiting for the
me
in the mirror to answer. I closed my eyes and bowed my head, and for the first time in nine years, I said a prayer to God, the universe, to any listening angel:
    “God, please give me strength to rescue her without hurting anyone.” I relaxed myself as I repeated the prayer over and over.
    I opened my eyes and walked back to the scene. He had finished the whipping and was fucking her. She was weeping loud enough for all the people watching to know it wasn’t pleasurable for her, but no one stopped it. She was self-destructing right in front of everyone. It was like watching a bloody car accident where no one wanted to step in and help. They were all enjoying the sight of blood too much. Red was clearly enjoying himself. He was worked up and pounding her hard, his grunts louder than her whimpers. He was behind her and had her pulled toward him at a weird angle. Instead of lifting her tied legs up, he held them steady. That’s when I noticed he was fucking her in the ass.
Fuck
. Rage boiled inside me, and I felt the veins in my neck pulsating. My fists were suddenly light. My breathing was uncontrollable, and I moved my way to the front of the crowd. I heard people whispering as I bumped past them. He whispered something in her ear when he finished. He was a true jackoff, not bothering to untie her right away, making her pain and humiliation linger as he disappeared. A few long strides later, I was at her