Page 76 of Savage
“Shit, don’t yell. My head is pounding,” Dar said.
I wanted to scream anyway, but it wouldn’t help us.
“Cal, are you okay?”
“My back hurts, and I can’t move my arms and legs,” Clavin said.
“They tied us up at some point,” Dar said.
“Who?” I couldn’t remember anyone besides Novak, and I didn’t think this was some kinky fun time with Elio. All I recalled was talking and laughing with the guys, and then bam, everything went black.
“I don’t know, but they might have killed Novak,” Dar whispered.
Fear laced through me, and I attempted to curl in on myself.Why was this happening?
“Sayge or Cal, whose hands is this?” Dar asked as his fingers tangled with mine.
“Mine,” I whispered.
“Try and help me untie this rope. Once I get free, I can help you two.”
I nodded, not that he could see me.
“Do you think this has something to do with Elio?” I asked as I tried pulling at the rope around Dar’s wrist. My wrist went from throbbing to burning. Spots danced in my vision, and unshed tears pricked at the back of my eyes, but I kept working.
“Maybe,” Calvin said, sighing. “But either way, we just need to hold out until he comes for us.”
I relaxed and took a breath. Cal was right; Elio would come for us. There was no doubt in my mind. Ignoring the pain, I pushed on, and finally, we undid the rope.
“Fuck, finally,” Dar said.
I scooted away as much as possible to give him room. Clavin pressed against me.
“Sayge, you okay?” Calvin asked.
“Yeah, a little pain isn’t so bad. Plus, I’ll get Elio to kiss it better.” Just imagining my daddy trying to make me feel better made me smile even as I lay in a trunk with my best friends.
“Oh, I’m going to milk him dry for this,” Dar joked.
We all knew who’d be milked dry, and it wasn’t Elio. For some unknown reason, that man could go for hours with all of us.
Just thinking about him had my stomach clenching in anticipation of seeing him again.
The car stopped pulling me from my perverted thoughts.
“Shit, shit,” Dar said. “Fucking dickwads had to be a part of the boy scouts.” He was apparently still fighting with the rope around his ankles.
My heart lodged in my throat. Muffled shouts came from outside the drunk. Before any of us were ready, the trunk opened up. The sun was going down, but the light was still blinding.
“Fuck,” someone shouted.
The sound of flesh crashing into another echoed around us. I forced my eyes open, blinking past the light to see Dar fighting two men in suits. Those fight lessons were paying off. Dar was handing it to them. Every punch they landed on him, he gave two back. One went down, and Dar focused on the other.
An audible crunch reached my ears as Dar brought his foot down on the man’s leg. He shouted and fell to the pavement.
“Dar,” Calvin called out.
Dar turned around, and I glanced over at Cal at the same time. Still, his eyes were focused on the other side of me. I rolled over, the pain in my wrist blinding me for a moment. When my vision cleared, I came face to face with a gun’s barrel.
