Page 83 of Ride Hard
“Choke, bitch.” He snarled through a mouthful ofblood.
I clawed at him, desperate to finish the job as I gasped for air.Not today, I thought to myself.Not likethis.
A body fell to the floor beside me, and I kicked, thrashing against Bailey’s hold. Then Chaser was standing overus.
Without a single shred of hesitation, he rammed a bloodstained knife into Bailey’s ear and kicked him to the side. Instantly, the hands around my neck slackened, and I gasped, coughing as air rushed into my starvinglungs.
Grabbing me underneath the arms, Chaser hauled me out of the room and into the hall, away from theblood.
It was all over in a matter of minutes, and I stared at Chaser with something close to awe. I’d seen him in action before, but this was something else. He was a whirlwind of death. Precise and brutal. Ashadow…
“I thought you were dead,” I blurted, my eyes filling withtears.
“Almost,” he replied, his grip loosening. “Almost…” He stepped away from me, limpingheavily.
My gaze fell to his thigh, and I realized Bailey got his revenge but was too stupid to see through the haze of his obsession. He’d made the ultimate mistake and left Chaser alive.Lucky forme.
“He stabbed you,” Iexclaimed.
He didn’t reply, which was his typical response when he didn’t feel like explainingshit.
“Help me,” he said after a moment, reaching down and grasping Blue Eyes’s wrists. He dragged the body down the hall, having some difficulty managing with hisleg.
“What are you doing? Whatif…”
“These cars are empty,” he said. “No one will see us. It was a trap from thestart.”
I lowered my gaze, trying not to look at the bodies on thefloor.
“Give me ahand.”
I grimaced and lifted Blue Eyes by the ankles. He was stillwarm.
We leaned him in the alcove by the outer door, and then went back for what was left of Bailey. My stomach rolled as I was caught in the gaze of their emptyeyes.
Chaser forced the outer door open, and I grasped the handrail as wind whipped through my hair. The ground was rushing past at a terrifying speed, and it would only take one stumble in the wrong direction to fall. One little misstep and I would be dragged underneath the train and onto thetracks.
I glanced at Chaser and nodded when his gaze met mine. I wasready.
Together, we lifted what was left of Blue Eyes and Bailey and rolled them out the door. As their bodies hit the ground, the sound of their flesh being torn apart by the train made mewince.
I turned away, and the noise was cut off as Chaser heaved the door back intoplace.
“Why isn’t the train stopping?” I asked. “Surely there’s an emergencyprocedure…”
“Let’s get our stuff,” he said, ignoring my question. “The next station is only minutes away. They’ll stop there and investigate. We need to be gone before they find what we leftbehind.”
Picking up my bag, I followed him up the stairs, not liking the way he was limping. His leg was stiff, and I could see the pain he was doing his damnedest toignore.
“Chaser?” I asked as we moved down the hall and back into our owncar.
He grunted as he opened the door to ourcompartment.
“Are you sure your leg is allright?”
“It’s fucked,” he replied. “But we don’t havetime.”
Scooping up my things, I shoved them into my duffel as the landscape outside filled with power lines and buildings, signaling the station was almost uponus.
