Randle's Princess by Melissa Gaye Perez

connected to Randle.  She only prayed now it was enough to save her but her own anger at him was starting to build for putting her through this.  For some reason this always seemed to happen when Randle was with her, she felt braver and more powerful.
    Finally the man let go and put his hands in the air.  “Randle please believe me, I had no idea, really,” he pleaded.
    Lia turned and angrily kicked him in the shin.  He lost his balance and fell to the floor with his head toward Randle and his feet facing Lia.  He hit the concrete with such force his gun flew from his hand.  He started to rise.
    “Stay down!” Randle demanded.
    Lia started toward him.  “And don’t you move either,” he then warned as he looked back to her.  She stopped instantly.
    Her fear was building.  What was this all about and now what was to happen?  Randle bent his knees and crouched down placing his own gun on the floor.  With great force he shoved it and she watched as it spun in circles as it slid across the floor and landed at her feet.
    With eyes widened she looked straight into his face as if pleading for help. 
    “Pick it up,” he then ordered with such a tone she dared not go against him.
    Now it was Lia who bent her knees slowly crouching and reaching for the weapon.  With her right hand she took ahold of it and came again to stand staring back at Randle.  She already knew what was next and wasn’t sure she could handle this.  Was this her punishment? 
    “Now do to him exactly what he was about to do to you,” he demanded again, his eyes never leaving hers.
    “Randle look.  I didn’t’ know,” the man pleaded again but with so many guns on him he dared not to move.
    Randle ignored his plea only staring down Lia now.  “I said do it!” he then stated more powerfully than ever.
    Lia brought her left hand on the gun as well to help her steady her aim.  She lifted it quickly, pulled the trigger then closed her eyes and turned her head not knowing for sure if she had done it, but she heard the bang and knew full well she indeed had.
    Then she heard footsteps coming at her and opened her eyes.  Randle grabbed the gun from her hand and placed it back under his jacket.  He took hold of her arm and started back toward the door.
    “Clean this mess up!” he then ordered to his other men and he continued out the door quickly.
    “Randle why’d you make that girl do that?” she then heard Thomas’s voice from behind.
    Randle continued toward the waiting car outside.  “It’s about time she learns take care of business,” is all he muttered back.  He pushed her angrily into the backseat and got in next her.  They drove away leaving Thomas standing there.
    The car was driving quickly and Lia could only sit still afraid to speak or move.  She couldn’t believe what had just happened and wasn’t sure if she should cry about actually killing someone or begin to apologize to Randle.  She chose to stay quiet.  And what was worse…Randle never spoke the entire trip back to the Malia either, just sat and steamed.
    They now made their way to the elevators inside but Randle punched the penthouse button and the elevator began to move swiftly.  Finally they were making their way to the luxurious suite with Randle still tugging her by the arm faster now as they entered the suite and made their way through another door opening into the master bedroom she could tell by its furnishings.
    He kept pulling her all the way to the bathroom.  “Take those damn clothes off and hurry,” he then ordered as she looked down over herself realizing now she was covered with blood.
    “Close the door,” she ordered as she reached for it.
    “I’m not going anywhere.  Now get them off!” he yelled again.
    She knew he was in a hurry to get rid of the bloody clothes.  She pulled off the shirt and Randle grabbed it from her right away.  Then with mere embarrassment she now stood in just her bra and panties and handed him the