Page 10 of Claimed by the Pack

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Chase

Iwas surprised when Cheyenne jumped in the car, but even more surprised at how badly she smelled. I was going to say something when she first floored it and took off, but she was flying down the hill so fast, I was afraid to startle her. I looked over at the precious cargo next to me. So far, the 10 month old baby was sleeping...like a baby. It was only when Cheyenne slammed on the brakes and started to scream that the baby woke up and chimed in himself.

“What the hell is that?” Cheyenne screamed.

I reached over and unbuckled the baby and took him out of the seat.

“Just a baby,” I told her, holding the little man up and turning him so he was facing her. “See.”

“Jesus!” she said, with her hand over her heart. “Whose baby is that?”

“He belongs to our...to the employers of the company Ridge and I work for. His name is...”

“I don't care what his name is. Take him and get out.”

“Seriously? You're going to put me and this innocent little baby out along the side of the road?”

“I was kidnapped. I swam through shit to escape. You were in on it. Get! Out!” I sighed and put the baby back in his carrier. He started to cry again while I buckled him into his seat. I was taking my time and Cheyenne realized it.

“Hurry!” she snapped.

“I think he's hungry. I need his diaper bag up there on the passenger seat...”

“There's no bag here. Get out! You can call for a ride once you're out. He'll be fine.”

“Oh, there's no cell phone service up here...”

“Then walk back to the cabin. Your buddy is there, and whoever belongs to that baby too, I guess. Is your entire company twisted and in on this? What's your end game? I don't know anyone with money to pay a ransom.”

“It's not about ransom. Ridge likes you.”

Cheyenne laughed.

“Well, I guess that answers my question about why he's single.”

“We do things a little...differently,” I told her, “But honestly, Ridge doesn't mean you any harm.”

“He has a funny way of showing that...all of it. But, I don't care to hear excuses. Get out, now, and take that baby with you.”

“Can I get the bag out of the back?”

“Get out!” Before she finished yelling those two words, the baby was crying again and the passenger door was pulled open. She was obviously surprised to see Chelsea standing there. Chelsea wrinkled her nose, probably at the smell in the Jeep. I was sure I'd get the job of cleaning it out when we got back to the compound, and that would only be one of my punishments.

“Leave me alone,” Cheyenne yelled at her.

“I'm not going to hurt you,” Chelsea said, “I'm here to help you.”

It was obvious that Cheyenne didn't trust her.

At this point, I would be surprised if she trusted anyone.

“If that's your baby, you better take him now, or I'm taking him with me. Either way, I'm getting out of here.”

“Cheyenne, I can't let you do that until we have a chance to talk, okay?”

“No! Not okay...” the door opened behind her and before she could react, Ridge grabbed her around the waist and pulled her out. She was kicking and screaming and Ridge was trying to wrestle her around so that he could get his hand over her mouth. When I took the baby and got out of the Jeep, it was just in time to hear Ridge yelp in pain and see Cheyenne with a mouthful of his flesh.

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