Page 14 of Ride Hard
Sinking back into the seat, the silence was deafening. Pressing my fingers against the cut on my neck, I checked for blood, but my finger came back clean. My pride hurt a lot more. I was supposed to take care of myself, but I’d almost been raped and murdered…and poor Mrs. Adelstein. She was a crazy old bat, but she didn’t deserve to be murdered on herdoorstep.
Reality was sinking in faster than the car, which was now hurtling onto thefreeway.
“Your neck hurt?” Chaser asked, glancing atme.
“Notreally.”
Reaching for my bag, I checked for my cell. I had to text Yvette and let her know I was okay. The security cameras would’ve caught the part where Pube Face grabbed me, but after that, we’d been out of the loop. I should at least give her that peace ofmind.
Before I could even open a message, Chaser snatched the cell away from me and tossed it onto the dash. A second later, the butt of the gun smashed into the screen, and the entire thing switchedoff.
“Hey!”
“You can’t be Sloane anymore,” he said. “Sloane isgone.”
“You can’tjust—”
“I can,” hesnapped.
“Sloane is the only person I know how tobe.”
He glanced at me out the corner of his eye andgrunted.
“What?” Ipouted.
“While you’re with me, you’ll do and say as you’retold.”
“I’m not your fucking slave!” Iexclaimed.
“It’s for your own safety,sweetheart.”
“Don’t call methat.”
“You’ll do and say as you’re told,” he repeated. This time morefirmly.
“Then?”
“Then you are your father’sproblem.”
