Page 76 of Axe
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Allison
Savage dragged me kicking and screaming out of the house. It was like I was living in the flashbacks of seven years ago, only it was reality. This time it was worse because there was Neiryn and for all I knew, he was dead. Savage’s words rang out in my head in a sick loop. I knew he was evil and heartless so I wasn’t sure why I was fighting my brain on the belief that he would do something like call for his own son’s death.
And Axe. Oh, God! I had no idea what had happened after Savage tossed me in the SUV.
Black.
Dark tinted windows.
I struggled with my mind as it shoved the memories and the fear front and center of the seventeen-year-old girl that had been taken.
“Boss,” the guy driving said and his eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. “We have company.”
I couldn’t help but smirk at hearing the motorcycle engine get closer. Whoever it was was going pretty fucking fast.
“Where the hell is the other car?” Savage barked, his hold on my arm tightened to the point that I whimpered in pain.
“Right behind him,” the driver answered.
“Fucking do something!” Savage shook my body with his outrage. “Fucking bitch.”
He slapped me, hard. My cheek stung and tingled. My hand jerked, wanting to rub the pain away and it took all my will to fight it from rising.
His hand gripped my jaw, pinching it so I had no choice but to open my mouth. Tears leaked out my eyes but I promised myself that I wouldn’t sob for him. I wouldn’t let him see me give up.
His finger pushed roughly into my mouth and it was then that I realized he had shoved two pills onto my tongue. Before I could attempt to spit them out, his hand closed over my mouth and the other pinched my nose closed as his weight pushed me down into the seat. Fighting him with everything I had in me, my legs kicked and my arms flailed as my head tried to shake off his hold. But I was no match for him, and like my brain knew better than to even try, my throat worked as I swallowed the pills down. Then my body went limp, completely losing its fight because I knew I couldn’t win.
He let go of my mouth but didn’t fully release me as he waited for whatever he’d given me to take hold.
“Hold on, boss.”
The warning was short before the wheels screeched as the car jerked to a stop. Gunshots rang out but were barely heard over a loud popping noise that pierced my ears. The car lurched forward a tad and then I cringed as the sound of crumpling metal filled the air around me.
Oh, God!
I was going to be sick. And while I should have just let my mouth fall open as the bile rushed up my throat, I feared the consequences that would follow. So I swallowed it back down and screwed my eyes closed as tight as I could.
Then we were moving again. It was clear the only damage that had been done was to the bike and whoever happened to be riding it. I cried silently for whoever it was. I was the reason for all of this. I was to blame.
Then, before I could think any more, the pills took over and my eyelids grew heavy. I didn’t try to resist it. It was better if I was asleep for whatever was to come.
The world came back to me slowly. The thing that hit me right away was the smell.
Piss.
Shit.
Vomit.
And the metal tinge of blood.
It all filled my nose at once, causing me to choke and cough. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t need to see my surroundings to know where I was. And while I hadn’t been in this exact room, I had spent plenty of time in his old one. I knew what fucking happened in this room.
The dull thumping in my head turned into a loud pounding as I attempted to lean over and empty my stomach. My arms moved to brace for impact but didn’t go far. I shook them again as vomit dribbled down my chin. I was fucking cuffed to the wall that was propping me up. As I wiggled my fingers, I found them cold and numb. I had been here a while and as I thought that, the ache in my shoulders made itself known.
This was it.
