Sasha
Gunshots rang out again as the car lay on its side. I flinched, unsure of where the shooters were or who was even shooting. I tried to pull myself together into a ball underneath the body that had fallen on me. I was beginning to grow claustrophobic underneath him, but I realized he provided cover.
If Fang was one of the men shooting, I figured he would have ignored me if he thought I was dead or if he didn’t see me hiding underneath the man in black from the back seat. I put my bound hands against his against his back and held him above me, creating a pocket of air where I could breathe.
I wanted to call out for help, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself while Fang and the other guy might have still been in the car. I sat and controlled my breathing, keeping it slow and quiet, trying to calm my body.
Adrenaline rushed through me, but it was really unnecessary. I was not about to hop up and try to run anywhere. I wasn’t about to try to fight my way out of the car. I was fine right where I was for the time being. If working for Fang had taught me anything, I knew that sometimes it was just better to sit and wait things out. Sometimes situations really did handle themselves.
I listened as Fang cursed and called for his men.
“This fucking glass,” he shouted. “Did you see anybody?” he asked the other guy in the car.
“No, sir, not until they were shooting at us,” the goon answered.
“How the fuck did they sneak up on us?” Fang yelled.
“I don’t know. It looked like they didn’t have their lights on,” the guy said.
“Hey, are you okay back there?” The body shifted above me as Fang checked to see if he was alright. He wasn’t. I could have told Fang that, but I was trying to hide.
“I think it’s just us, boss,” the other guy said again.
“Where’s Sasha? Did she get thrown out of the car?”
Their conversation sounded so normal and casual against the silence of the night outside. The gunshots had ceased. Everything had come to a complete stop. It was as if the Overlords who had ambushed us had left us here on the side of the road, convinced we were dead. I wasn’t okay with that. I wanted to be rescued. I wanted to be reunited with Cole so I could apologize for everything and start trying to make things right between us.
“No, sir, I think she’s still inside,” the other guy said. I could feel the front passenger seat moving against my back. A light came on, probably the flashlight app on one of their phones.
I closed my eyes and held my breath as the bright white light filled the car. I figured if I held very still underneath the dead man lying above me, they wouldn’t see me.
“I see you,” Fang said, laughing dryly. “Sasha,” he called me.
I kept my eyes closed and sat as still as I could. If he did see me, maybe I could convince him I was dead. He wasn’t buying it.
“Sasha, look at me,” he said. His tone told me he wasn’t going to give me the opportunity to be dead. Even if he had been calling out to my corpse, I probably would have answered his commanding tone.
I looked up from underneath the body.
It looked like Fang’s goon was holding the phone so Fang could see me. Fang reached down and slid the other guy off of me so he could see me plainly. I didn’t stand a chance now. I had nowhere to go, and Fang knew I was mostly okay.
“I’m coming back for you,” he croaked. “Don’t go anywhere, Sasha. We still have business to finish. Remember, this is your fault. If you hadn’t slept with Cole and betrayed me, none of this would have happened. All the blood that has been shed today is on you.”
I tried not to laugh, because the only response I could think of was to say that some of it really was on me. At least my sense of humor was still intact. If nothing else, that was enough to let me know I was okay.
“I figured you’d have something smart to say for yourself,” Fang continued. “I’m even more disappointed in you now, Sasha.”
I heard his seatbelt unbuckle as he started to climb out of the car.
“Come on,” he called back to his passenger.
“What about the girl?” he asked as he unbuckled and climbed up behind Fang.
“We’ll come back to get her. She’s not going anywhere,” he called from outside.
With both men gone, the light was gone, too. Soon, my eyes adjusted to the moonlight spilling into the car from the open windows facing the sky. I could see enough to see the seats riddled with glass that sparkled in the moonlight. The scene was eerily calm and beautiful. Without the weight of the dead man bearing down on me, I was able to finally catch my breath.
I still couldn’t do much about moving around. With my wrists tied, it was surprisingly hard to grab ahold of anything and use my upper body strength to pull myself up. My ankles being bound made it difficult to stand. I was in trouble if I couldn’t get out of the car before Fang came back, but if they weren’t alone outside, I figured I had a little more time to figure out how to make my body work for me in my current condition.
Then it hit me. I could use the glass. There were shards of glass all over the car. If I could just get one and run it across the rope and tape around my wrists, I could cut myself free, as long as I didn’t cut myself too terribly in the process.
Alas, that was easier said than done. I couldn’t seem to find a piece large enough for me to hold it right. I kept dropping them at my feet. Luckily, I still had shoes on. I could hear the glass crunching beneath me with every step.
“Come on,” I said to the empty car. “There’s got to be something I can use.” I looked around frantically, trying to find something I could use to scrape my ropes and tape so that I could free myself, but all the glass was small, and in my panic, my eyes were losing sight of the details. It was as if the car was growing darker, as if the light was fading from the moon.
I groaned and slumped against the back of the passenger seat. At least if someone was out there, I had a chance of getting rescued since I’d been unable to do it myself.
Suddenly, the silent night was split open by more gunfire. I ducked, even though my chances of getting shot seemed significantly lower now. I moved so that I was against the backseat instead of in front of the back window. I looked out the window, but the frame around it had been crushed, and I could barely fit my hand out, much less the rest of me.
Something hit the roof of the car, and I could hear someone yelling.
Gunshots starting ringing out pretty steadily. Honestly, it felt like a hopeful sound. The sound of guns meant that Cole and his Overlords were still out there, and they were coming for me. I couldn’t imagine Cole leaving without me, or without at least checking to make sure if I was alright.
“Cole!” I called out, sure I couldn’t be heard over the gunshots, but I wasn’t about to stop. I called for him a few more times.
I slumped back down against the backseat and waited as the gunfire seemed to get closer and completely encircle the car. While I listened and waited, my mind wandered.
What had Fang and his other goon been up to while it had been so silent outside? Surely, they had been doing something. Had they simply been working out a plan of action? Had Fang called for backup?
I didn’t know much about the cabin hideout. I didn’t know if he had people in the area he could call for backup or if all of his goons were back in the city. I didn’t know if it was really just a cabin or a compound that he just referred to as a cabin. I really hoped it was the former. I wasn’t sure how close we were, but we felt a lot closer to the cabin than we did to the city. If he had people coming down from the cabin, Cole and I were in big trouble.
“Cole,” I shouted again, straining my voice against the night.
“Shut her up,” I heard Fang yell at his goon.
“Want me to shoot her, boss?” he asked.
“I don’t care what you do, just shut her up,” Fang answered. “You know what? Fuck it. Shoot her if you have to. We’re going to do that when we get up to the cabin anyway. Might as well handle it now.”
My heart stopped. If Cole or one of his Overlords didn’t show up, and fast, I was a goner. This was it.
“No, no, no,” I repeated as I looked around the car for either a way out, a weapon, or a way to cut myself free.
Both Fang and the other guy sounded like the bikers were keeping them busy, though, so I had that working for me.
The corpse! The body of Fang’s other goon was still in the back seat with me. He’d been carrying a gun when they put me in the car. I started digging through his pockets.
“Sorry, man,” I told him. “It’s nothing personal, but you’ve got something I need right now.”
My hands wrapped around a pistol in his jacket pocket and I pulled it out.
“Hey, little lady,” a voice said above me, and it was the living goon, poking his head in the window.
I tried to point the gun at him and pulled the trigger. He ducked to the side. I missed, but I was close enough to stall him. However, my hands were so damn awkward, the recoil kicked the gun out of my hand and it fell into the darkness beneath me.
“Shit.” I knelt down and tried to find it. I reached around on what was now the floor, but I couldn’t find it. I just ended up scratching my hands up with the shards of glass that had fallen at my feet.
“Need some help?” the voice returned.
“Smart-ass. If you’re going to shoot me, just go ahead and fucking do it. Spare me the bullshit,” I told him. I stopped searching for the gun and stood up. I tilted my head up to face him. I wasn’t even going to try to avoid it or fight it anymore. I was ready to accept my fate, but something told me this guy was too chicken shit to pull the trigger at such close range.
He scrambled to get into position above me so he could get his gun inside the car and aim it at me. As he worked to steady himself, he waved the pistol in his hand back and forth in front of me.
As soon as he looked away, I grabbed his wrist and bent his arm the wrong way against the door, jumping as I did so that I would jerk his arm down as I landed. The gun went off, shooting the dead man in front of me, but then he released it.
“You bitch!” He grabbed his wounded arm and rolled off the car.
I was now stuck in the car with at least two guns and a dead man with two people outside who wanted me dead, and countless people shooting at them who seemed to have no idea I was inside, alive.