Evelyna's POV

Before me, Valeri Nichushkin was held between two people. It was Rick and the girl side-kick again. They had him gripped tightly by his upper arms. I could tell that they had bound his wrists together behind his back by the way he struggled. And sure enough, like my film friend had said, the villains had gagged him with some kind of clothy material.

His blue eyes shimmered with his horror, as he tried to tell me something. The sound of his pitiful pathetic muffled voice made me feel terrible inside. I longed to rush over and remove that shit from his mouth and whisk him away into the safety of a fairy tale style ending, but I couldn’t move.

“Hello there, Miss Knight...you’re just in time to see the show! How’s that bruise I gave you?” Brock sneered.

“Piss off you jackass! Let Nichy go!”

“Nichy isn’t going anywhere!”

He signaled to his friends, who forced Val into a chair that was conveniently placed in the main room. This was planned. Was this some kind of sick student film that was occurring? If it was, I wasn’t okay with that. I wasn’t an actor and they didn’t have Val or my permission to put his life in danger like this! It couldn’t be...they were just despicable human beings.

They made sure his arms were stuck around the back of the chair, so he remained in place. Then they took a roll of duct tape and wrapped it around his wrists and then around his upper body and the chair. He tried to move, but he couldn’t go anywhere. They also wrapped the tape around each of his legs, pasting them together. The poor forward looked utterly helpless in his bondage pose. I bit my lip and felt my palms beginning to sweat.

Deep down this only made him sexier to my inner desires. Gosh, was he such an adorable sweetheart!!

“Brock, please, let him go.”

His answer was a rapid and simple one. He whipped out a sword he had and stuck it to Val’s throat. The blond Russian whimpered and craned his neck back into the chair. His eyes read despair and desperation. I had to do something!

I watched as the evil man turned his back on me, almost knowing that I wasn’t going to do anything and that I couldn’t move. He grabbed my boyfriend’s chin in his disgustingly large fingers and forced him to look at the villain in the eye. He was rough and I could see Val’s fear shining in the blue depths. “Your fucking defensemen friend killed my father! Now I’m going to kill you!” Brock hissed, drawing the sword backward.

Val closed his eyes.

But before he could pull his next move, my four friends dashed into the room behind me. Melissa raced forward with Caitlyn and they tackled the chick. Kaitlyn and Kylie grabbed Rick. I found myself inspired by their action move and I was finally able to move and I charged for Brock, who swung the sword forward. I drew Val’s hockey stick back and managed to intercept his blow in the nick of time. The blade caught his sword and sent it flying to the other side of the room, where it stuck in the wall.

I quickly swung the stick again, mustering every ounce of hatred and fury I could into my shot. I brought it across his head, whacking him in the nose. He staggered away, cupping his hands over his nose in pain.

He recovered though and growled, narrowing his eyes to slits. I could see the crimson of his blood dripping down his cheeks, lips and chin. But he was pissed off and so was I. He launched forward and I was ready for him. I dove to the side and he ran past me crashing into the wall.

“Dumbass!” I scoffed.

I brought the stick over his head again, nailing him across the back of the neck with a stinging blow. I realized something then, Brock Mason was a horrible fighter. Sure he was tough and he could act like he had the upper hand, but when it came to a dual or match with someone, he didn’t stand a chance. I took this to my advantage and beat him to a pulp with my fist, jumping on him and throwing the stick to the side.

“You son of a bitch!” I grabbed him around the neck and slammed his head against the hard wall of the apartment. I did it at least ten times.

Finally I released him, kicking him in the ribs. “You leave Valeri Nichushkin and the Dallas Stars alone! You leave the NHL alone! If I EVER hear your name used negatively again or if I heard that you’ve touched that man at all,” I pointed in a fury at Val, who was still strapped to the chair, “I will cut your thing off and send it to Tyler Seguin to feed to his dogs! Capiche?”

He nodded, holding his head protectively. “Why don’t you just kill me?”

I bent down to him and looked him square in the eye. “I’m not like you, Brock. I don’t kill. If you want to die, do it yourself!”

I stood up and walked over to Val, picking his hockey stick up on the way. I proceeded to untie him. Before I could do anything, Brock jumped to his feet and wrapped his arms around my neck in surprise. He was really going to do this?!

He knocked the stick from my hands, as he attempted to have the upper hand once again. I kicked back, managing to make contact with his knee first and then I got him right in the crotch. He staggered backward and I whipped around and kicked him in the leg, so he crumpled to the ground.

I picked the stick back up and brought it across his head again, knocking him out somehow. I didn’t know my own strength, but apparently I had some!

I turned back to Val, who was shocked at what I had done. He must have thought I had killed him, but I reassured him that I wasn’t a killer. I just knocked him out, so that it would be easier for me to rescue him. The poor guy slowly understood me.

I took care of the gag first, removing it from his mouth. He gaped at me, ready to say something, but I put my index finger to his lips to quiet him. He took the message and I worked to get all of the tape off. Then I pulled the knots undone around his wrists, freeing him. He immediately jumped up from the chair and threw his arms around me. I returned his embrace, as I saw that my friends had successfully subdued their people.

“My heroine!” He cried out into my shoulder.

I giggled. “That’s right. I’ll always save you, Nichy!”

We remained together as Kylie phoned the police at once. She came up to check on us both and see that we were okay. I reminded her that Val was a strong hockey player. And his name “Valeri” meant “to be healthy” or “to be strong.” And that he was! Val was a warrior through and through!

And before long, the police came and arrested the trio, who were clearly not happy at having lost. But Val and I remained locked together, inseparable. I passed him his hockey stick and he took it in one of his hands. He thanked me again.

Together we made it back to Northgate and into our apartments once more. I thanked Kylie for her help, because without her heads up, Val might not have made it. She said it was no problem and I heard her say something in Russian to Val with a wink. She had said “you’re welcome” or “Пожалуйста.” I swear I saw the Dallas Star smile at her, before she climbed the next set of stairs and headed into her place.

Caitlyn had the door opened for everyone as we all entered alive with happiness and relief. Val put his hockey stick by one of the chairs at the table. I watched as my roommates guided Val over to the couch and hugged him. They were happy he was okay and proud of how strong he was. I was happy too, of course, more than them. But I was waiting to show how happy I was until they all left us alone. If you know what I mean?

I laughed as I saw the sweet man reuniting with Cali, the cat, who had ventured into the room and was excited to see her favorite person.

“Hello kitty! Cali!” he cried, petting her black fur.

I really didn’t want him to go. It was Saturday and he had only one more full day left here in Orlando. It was sad yes, but I wanted it to be a magical time for him. The best last day ever! I wanted him to remember me.

I had something special brewing in my mind. I was going to take him to a college football game!! It was time to go to the Bright House Networks’ Stadium and watch the Knights take on Houston! It was perfect because he was from Dallas, but tonight he was proud fan of the UCF Knights!! Kaitlyn, Val and I met up with Anthony, Kylie and her roommates and we all walked over to the stadium.

Notes

YAY Val's safe!!!! Sucks to suck Brock and Rick! Dumbasses!!

Next up: UCF Knights Football Game!! :D This will be fun!! :)