Hans swore at how slowly the line was moving. He was about to decide to try to force his way in when his cell phone rang.
"We're on our way." Patrick said and then hung up.
While he waited, he thought about Barb and his responsibility to her. Yes, he was obligated to protect her but he wasn't obligated to love her. No, he had no real choice in who his mate was but he didn't have to accept her as she was either. He also conceded that she might have had a reason for acting as she did but from his point of view, there was never a good excuse for rudeness and that a person was responsible for their actions no matter what happened to them.
The line moved up another foot or so and then stopped for several minutes before moving ahead again. His cell phone chirped when he was halfway to the front door.
"We're here." Patrick said. "As far as we know she's alright, she's dancing with Blackwell."
"What's the plan?" Hans asked.
"You stay in line and hopefully you can get in. Ethan is going to call Blackwell to see if he'll let us in... of course, he won't but we're hoping that it will buy us some time. The other thing that will help is if Barb hasn't mentioned us. If she did, it's going to be even more difficult to get her out."
"Understood, keep me appraised." Hans said and hung up to wait for entrance into the club.
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Once they were on the dance floor, Thorne took Barb into his arms with a smile that looked sincere. Barb hesitated but reluctantly allowed herself to be held.
"You really are quite beautiful." Thorne murmured in her ear. "How is it that the Sinclaire's have kept you hidden?"
That one question was enough to make Barb forget her caution. She began to tell Thorne about how they had been treating her.
"You should see the room that they put me in! It isn't even a suite and I had to catch a cab to the hotel because their plans were more important than my arrival."
Thorne barely listened to the litany of complaints, he was thinking. Suddenly he smiled...
"How would you like to spend the rest of your stay in a much nicer place? You could have whatever it is your heart desires."
"Really? And where would that be?" Barb asked.
"I have a number of homes each fully staffed with servants that can and will meet your every need." Thorne replied. He knew what buzzwords to use with Barb and then turned on the charm. "Of course I would understand if you declined. After all we've only just met and..."
"Where are your homes?" Barb asked all sense of caution completely gone.
"All over the world but I have several here in California including a few on private beaches...."
"I like the ocean, do you know that they never even took me to see it?" she whined.
"That is a shame." Thorne commiserated. "Then if you agree to come with me, it would be one of the beach houses."
Little by little, Barb was sucked in. Now if any of the Sinclaire's showed up, he could tell them that she chose to come with him and they could do nothing about it. It would also be too late for her to change her mind. He chuckled to himself; it had been awhile since he fucked around with the high and mighty Sinclaires.
Not wanting to seem over anxious, he let the subject drop. Just as the dance ended, Allen approached him.
"You have an important call."
"Thank you Allen." Thorne said and turned to Barb. "I apologize but as I said earlier, sometimes I must mix business with pleasure."
"I understand." Barb said sweetly and watched who she thought would give her everything that she ever wanted walk away.
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"Hello Ethan." Thorne said pleasantly. "What can I do for you? Who? Ah yes... she's here. Of course, she may leave if she chooses to. Certainly... I'll have Allen meet you at the front door... yes, of course... I'll see you in fifteen minutes."
Thorne hung up and laughed, it wasn't too often that he pulled one over on Ethan Sinclaire.
He went back to the table where Barb was impatiently waiting. He could tell that she had made her decision, the money hungry bitch he thought to himself as he smiled at her.
"Were you serious about your offer?" she asked before he had gotten settled in his seat.
"I was." he replied.
"Then I accept!" she said happily.
"Really? That's wonderful but aren't you concerned about going to an unknown place with a strange man?" he asked covering his bases. "After all, I could be a mass murderer or something equally as horrible." he added.
"I'm a good judge of character." Barb replied, "And I don't believe that you're any of those things."
"Thank you for your trust." Thorne replied taking her hand in his. "We'll be able to leave shortly."
"I don't have anything with me...."
"No worries, we'll have everything that you need at the house." Thorne replied.
"Barb!" she heard from across the room. She looked up to see not only Kevyn but also Patrick, Nathan, Louise, Hans and Ethan approaching the table. She rolled her eyes and waited until they were at the table before she said anything.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"Taking you out of here is what." Kevyn replied.
"I'm not going anywhere!" Barb retorted.
No one except for Nathan noticed Louise looking at Thorne with a horrified expression on her face.
"Sweetheart?" he murmured and pulled her into his arms as he realized that she had completely dropped her shields. He strengthened his own shields but not before she began to vomit.
"EWWW!" Barb yelled as she backed away as a spray of liquid just barely missed her.
Thorne looked at Louise with a curious expression on his face. He jumped as he felt Louise probing him even as she vomited. He looked at her, letting her probe him as much as she wanted. He jumped again when he felt Kevyn in his head.
"Well I'll be damned." he said not caring that Kevyn could hear him.
Louise had stopped vomiting and looked around for something to drink. Seeing nothing, she looked at Barb.
"Don't go with him." she said weakly.
Thorne didn't say anything; this had to be Barb's choice.
"Barb, listen to her... he's... wrong... he's evil, for once in your life forget about money and come with us." Louise begged.
Thorne watched as the sisters tried to convince Barb to leave with them confident that she wouldn't go. The lure of what he could give her was much too strong.
"Go home to your perfect lives with your perfect men and leave me alone." Barb replied.
Hans stepped up to the table and looked at her for several seconds.
"Please come with us, this.... Man means to harm you. Once you go with him, we... I can't help unless you leave with us."
"Now you want to help me?" Barb asked. "You're nothing but a hotel clerk! What can you do for me? Make my bed? What?" she demanded.
"Barb." Louise said softly. "Remember that verse in the bible that says to beware of the wolf in sheep's clothing? He's the wolf. He looks so nice on the outside but Kevyn is right... he's wrong and he's going to hurt you. You have to come with us...."
Barb moved so that she was standing by Thorne's side.
"Mr. Blackwell has graciously offered me a stay at one of his beach homes; I'll call you when I get back."
Ethan had been silent up to this point waiting to see if the sisters could sway Barb. It wasn't long before he saw that it wasn't going to happen. When Hans' stepped forward, he hoped that the pull of mates would trigger something but it didn't. It was now up to him to get Barb out of Blackwell's grip but if she continued to choose him, it was out of his hands. Not even going to the council would help as long as she agreed to be with him.
"Thorne." he said as he stepped forward. "Let's call this what it is. You're using her to fuck with us. Let her go and we'll settle our differences some other way."
Blackwell smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.
"She is free to leave if she chooses or she can stay but I will promise you this, she won't forget her time with me if she decides to come."
Everyone except for Barb heard the implications of that statement. What she heard was the promise of being pampered, waited on and mind blowing sex. Louise tried again.
"Listen to what he's saying! You've always had good instincts, listen to them!"
For a split second, everyone, Thorne included thought that she was going to change her mind. Pressing her advantage, Louise kept talking.
"Listen to yourself! You know that he's bad!"
She was crying and trying to break free of Nathan's arms convinced if she could just touch her sister that she would see reason. In a final attempt to jar Barb, she screamed,