Page 51 of Master's Rise
“I know who you are. I know you have a month and a half of training left but want the details. I’m impressed, Brothers. Get back to work so my girl isn’t stressed.”
“Yes, Sir,” Nance says with a smile.
Jinx comes around the corner with three bundles of rope. “I should have asked for the plan.”
“We’re bringing the truck back and getting a new order.” Bending, I drag the pussy to the front of the truck then step back looking at what I have to work with. It’ll do. “Hold him up against the grill.” Running rope through it, I make a belt to hold him by the waist. Cutting the rope and cuff, I get his hands free. He’s coming around, so I move fast getting his hand wrapped and pulled to the hood latch. When I pull tight, the rubber ball pops. That won’t work.
“The running boards?” Jinx asks.
Stepping back, I see circle anchor attachments on each side and the middle of the box. “What the hell is that for?”
“Maybe cleaning or attaching a banner?”
I shrug. It will work for us. “Good thing you brought extra rope.”
He laughs and gets the pussy’s other hand tied, then we climb the cab running the rope through the anchors. I tie mine off on the mirror bracket. “Let me get him in position and you can pull him tight.”
The pussy isn’t happy and tries to bite me. I raise my elbow up fast catching him under his jaw and he moans with blood dripping out of his mouth. He must have bitten his tongue. I’m just glad it wasn't me that got bit.
“Right there, Jinx. Not so tight that we wrench his arm off hitting bumps, but I want his arms spread open wide for the ride.”
He laughs, it’s just like having Raid here but he doesn’t talk as much. “Got it, Boss.”
When he climbs down, I get my side tied off giving me the look I pictured. “We should do something with his head so he can’t look down. Shut him up. He’s giving me a headache.”
He pulls tape and slaps it across the pussy’s mouth. “A crown held by the center anchor?”
“I like it.” I look at the rope and think of what I want. “I don’t know how to do a crown, but a noose will work and I know that one.”
He’s laughing again. I make the noose and tighten it around his head then pull the rope to the center anchor.
Jinx watches then laughs when I jump down. “A come to Jesus warning?”
I look, then laugh. “Works for me. We need to keep his feet on the bumper or we’ll be leading the way in blood.” Pulling his foot to the side so he’s spread eagle, I wire tie his ankle to the grill. Jinx does his side and we stand back to see if I missed anything.
“I think we’re good.” Taking a step, I stop. “Fuck! Keys!” I knew I was missing something.
“Truckers usually leave them in the truck.”
“Huh.” I get in and sure enough, the keys are above the visor. “I’d never leave the keys. He’s got a shit load of stock back there.”
“I don’t think he cares, Boss.”
True enough. I start it up and pull out. Taking the long block, I slow down and flip the hazard lights going down the main street, beeping the horn the whole way.Jinx is laughing. People are pointing and I wave like I’m in a parade.
We take the second exit and Jinx asks, “Where are the fucking cops? You’d think someone would have stopped us by now.”
“Budget cuts. The Sheriff leaves us alone because he doesn’t have enough to patrol his sectors now. Vick, tell the Brothers to let me in, they’ll know it’s me.”
“Roger, Boss.”
Jinx smiles my way. “He’s laughing again. At least it isn’t in our ear.”
The Brothers let us through and they’re laughing too. I’m going fast down the hill pointed at the center of a truck at the dock.
Slamming the brakes on, Jinx braces against the dash. “Fucking hell!”
I laugh jumping out. Men, I’m guessing drivers, are everywhere. “Who is in charge. Do not bring me your dock manager, I want the boss.”
