Chapter 16
Alanna
Present Day.
It was so dark out here that I waited for the motion sensor light to kick on, but it didn’t, and a small red flag started waving inside my head.
Turning, I quickened my pace as I headed back towards the house. My feet hit the pavement hard as I heard movement behind me.
A light scream bubbled up my throat only to be silenced by a large calloused hand. It clamped over my lips and nose stealing my fresh intake of oxygen.
The stench of grease, leather, body odor and cigarettes surrounded me. It made me gag hard. I felt the bile rise up my stomach and churn. I was fighting the need to spew all over the place.
“Got her,” a cold voice announced.
“Perfect, let’s get the fuck out of here before Reyes gets home,” another cold voice said.
Fear sunk in deep as I was pulled backward. My boots protected my feet as they dragged along the pavement. The cold night air did nothing to cool my suddenly heated flesh.
“This will make him think long and hard,” the one holding me said.
I had no clue what was going on, but I needed Reyes more then I needed anything at that moment.
Icy fear couldn’t hold back the vomit rising in my throat causing me to gag yet again.
“Puke on me bitch and I’ll slit your fucking throat. I don’t care whose old lady you are,” the man holding me growled into my ear.
Gulping I tried hard to fight it back. I was under no misconception that this man wouldn’t do exactly what he promised.
As soon as we reached our destination, I was lifted and set firmly in the back of what looked like a van. The interior was black and blended well with the dark of the night. It made seeing my surroundings even harder.
“Careful with the merchandise,” the other man snapped at the nasty man that had been holding me.
Merchandise? Oh god, that didn’t sound good. All kinds of scenarios tried to take control of my mind, but I wrestled them back. I had to remind myself that I needed to keep my wits if I was going to get out of this alive.
“Sal will shoot your dick off,” the man once again snapped at my nasty captor.
I’ve heard that name before. I racked my brain to try to remember where and when I heard it.
“Fucking go, man, before Reyes get here and kills us,” the one who had been holding me tells the other man with a slightly desperate tone.
They were afraid of Reyes. I wanted to smile, they should be. He was going to dismember them for this. But then again, he might think I just ran off again. Cursing my stupidity again, I closed my eyes. I fought back the tears that wanted to escape. These bastards won’t see my weakness, I promised myself.
The sound of a motorcycle could be heard in the distance just as we pulled away, and my heart sunk. Reyes was too late.