Page 107 of Mistaken Identity
“Think that was a threat, Boyd,” the one on my right said. “Guess we need to take her in, too.”
“Gladly,” the one on my left grumbled. “But, man, if they’re Truth Tellers…”
“You’re currently holding on to the arm, and hurting, the enforcer’s old lady. And just sayin’, but I’m the president’s daughter. I’m literally the princess. Trust me when I say, I can back up any threat I’m handing you.”
The two exchanged looks over my body.
Then I was yanked up and herded to the back of the cruiser.
The door was yanked open, and I was all but thrown inside.
Eedie screeched in anger as my knee, the good one, slammed into the side of the cruiser’s frame.
“You are so going to pay for that!” Eedie snarled.
She had her phone out in the next instant, and she was yelling into the phone as the car door slammed between us.
My heart was pounding so hard that I had to close my eyes and tell myself to calm down.
It didn’t work.
In fact, when both men got into the cruiser and started to drive away, it only got worse.
At some point, I passed out, because when I next woke I heard them talking.
“…terrible idea. Can’t believe that we were forced to do this pickup,” one of the officers said.
“Knew there was something wrong with this one as soon as we got the call,” the other one agreed. “Fuckin’ awesome. Just what I want, the whole goddamn Truth Tellers MC to be up my ass.”
“Do you think she was serious?” the other one asked as he turned to look over his shoulder at me. “She passed out, man. That’s not normal behavior.”
“Doc said she was combative and a danger to herself and others. Nothing was said about her being scared of her own shadow.”
I closed my eyes and tried to count in my head down from one hundred.
Hopefully I could calm myself down without passing out again, but I could already feel the blackness starting to nose its way in.
Ninety-seven. Ninety-six. Ninety-five.
The blackness took over once again.
The second time I woke up from passing out I was being lifted onto a gurney at the hospital.
Again, all men were surrounding me.
This time I didn’t hesitate.
I kicked and screamed, fighting for all I was worth.
The men converged, and the last thing I heard was “sedate her.”
I woke up next in a hospital room with my hands strapped to the bed.
“There she is.”
I whipped my head to the side to see Dr. Stoker standing at my bedside, clipboard in hand, staring down at me with his mouth shut.
He started to speak again, but he didn’t open his mouth to do it.
