Page 78 of Ride Hard
“Thanks. Where’s the cafecar?”
“Six cars to your right,” the man said with anod.
I smiled and darted down the stairs. Once the train stopped, I had to be ready to jump off and melt into the crowd. Chaser was a master at hunting people down, or so he said, so this time, I had to be better at hiding mytracks.
Downstairs, there was another toilet and a large luggage storage area packed full of suitcases and bags. Not seeing a way through to the next car, I went back upstairs. The conductor had moved on, so the way was empty. Turning left, I pushed through to the next carriage, which looked exactly the same as the one I’d beenin.
Heading downstairs, the train lurched, making me stumble. I fell the last two steps and caught myself at the last second, my fingers grasping the railing. My bag fell to the ground with a thud, and Icursed.
“Whoa there, miss,” a voice said. Hands clamped on my shoulders, and I instinctively jerkedaway.
Raising my head, I gasped and fell back against the wall, the railing pressing into the small of my back. All I saw was gingerhair.
“Remember me, bitch?” the mansnarled.
PubeFace.
I went for my gun, but my fingers scraped the empty place where I should’ve put it before leaving the room. My heart skipped a beat, and I twisted away, attempting to run back up thestairs.
Pube Face grabbed my ankle and pulled hard. I fell on my face, jarring my jaw on the stairs as he dragged me backdown.
“Where do you think you’re going,whore?”
I opened my mouth to scream, but one his hand clamped over my lips as the other twisted in my hair. He dragged me up and held me against his body. Pressing his groin into my hip, helaughed.
“I told you, didn’t I? You’re going to die one way or another, bitch, and it’ll be with my cock inyou.”
“Let her go,” an unfamiliar voicedrawled.
A surge of hope flared inside me, and I struggled against Pube Face’s hold. Searching for the source of the mysterious stranger, my gaze met a pair of cold, blue eyes. It was theconductor.
In that moment I knew.This was atrap.
The man smirked, then nodded down thehall.
“Get her inside,” he said. “I won’t ask again,Bailey.”
I screamed as I realized I was completely fucked, but the sound was muffled. No one was going to hear me. No one atall.
Pube Face, aka Bailey, hauled me to my feet, cursing under his breath as he dragged me down the narrow hall and into a room at theend.
It was much larger than what Chaser and I’d had, but I wasn’t interested in the decor. Once I’d been hauled inside, the blue-eyed man closed the door and flipped the lock. My bag was in his hands, and my gaze went to it.Why the fuck did I leave my gun inthere?
Bailey let me go, shoving me roughly into the seat. My ass was in the air, and he slapped it, much to his amusement. I was flipped over and forced to look at him and it was a wonder I didn’t throw up into his ugly fuckingface.
Fear and a mixture of bile rose in the back of my throat, and it was all I could do to stop terror from overcoming me. If there was a way to fight back, then I hadto.
When Chaser came back from the dining car, he would see I was gone and come looking. Wouldn’the?
My gaze flickered to thedoor.
“What does he call himself these days?” Blue Eyes asked, his lips curving. “Chaser?”
“Fucking stupid name, if you ask me,” Baileysaid.
“I wasn’t asking you,” the other mansnapped.
“You know Chaser…” I muttered. Of course, they did. The men who’d rammed us off the road knew him byname.
