Page 164 of Maddox
Draven? Holy shit. So, she is here?
“Where is she?” I ask and Kidd tilts his head back.
“Behind the building. There’s a shack. She’s inside. Pretend you gotta piss or something.”
“What about you?”
Someone cackles outside and I turn, staring at the flames through the window. That’s one hell of a fire they’ve got going out there.
“Don’t worry about me,” he rasps. “Take her and go.”
While I appreciate his passionate need to save Draven, how the fuck are we supposed to get out of here?
Walk? The asshole took my keys.
Waving my hand at the window, I ask, “Go where? They’re not going to just let us leave.”
“I’ll distract them.”
“How?”
I mean it in the nicest of ways, but he’s been beaten so badly I don’t know if he can even stand.
“There’s a knife in my boot,” he says, ignoring my question.
Eyeing him with a frown, I tiptoe back to the window and glance outside.
To my right, Ice and his bitchy woman sit in lawn chairs, facing the men who roam around the fire, passing a bottle of liquor between them.
“Assholes,” I mutter before crawling back to Kidd where I pull the knife from his sweaty boot and proceed to saw at the tape on his feet.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I pause, looking over my shoulder.
When nothing stirs, I hiss, “Shut the fuck up!”
This earns me a dirty glare which I ignore while I finish off the tape around his legs and move on to his hands.
With every second that passes, fear slides down my back in icy trickles of sweat.
I can’t imagine what will happen if we’re caught but I know it won’t be good.
Once he’s free, I sit back while he deals with the mother of all pins and needles.
When he finally looks up, his eyes blazing, I meet his gaze as he says, “Help me sit up.”
He’s heavy and uncoordinated and I wince and jump at every groan but eventually he leans against the booth and nods to a backpack sitting nearby.
“Bring me the bag.”
Ugh.
Tiptoeing over, I grab the bag, only to freeze when a sound that’s way too close for comfort comes from outside.
My heavy breaths are loud in the silence as I stare at the door. When no one emerges, I race back to Kidd and shove the bag in his hands.
He roots around for a minute before producing a handgun. When he goes back for more, I tip my head to peer inside as he pulls out a second gun.
After checking it over, pulling out the bottom and slamming it closed, he pulls a lever back and hands it to me by the butt.
