Page 26 of A Wrench in the Plan
The moment I heard her let out a moan all the air rushed out of my lungs in relief. Thank fuck. I didn’t have a damn clue what I’d do if she didn’t come back to me.
“Chry?” she asked all confused-like as her head turned to the side. Her eyes were still closed, but it was enough for now to hear her voice, even if it sounded rough as hell. “Chry.” This time she said my name with full-on panic in her tone as she started to jerk around.
“Hey,” I whispered. “You gotta calm down. I’m going to figure a way out of this, but we can’t make any noise. Okay?”
“What is going on?” Her lids popped open and she stared at me with fear reflecting in her eyes. “Where are we?”
“In the back of a moving truck, as far as I can tell. Do you remember what happened?”
“No,” she whispered before taking in a shaky breath. “We were at the beach, right?”
The beach. Yeah. That was right. I’d asked her to take a ride with me because I was in a weird-as-fuck mood and didn’t want to talk, but I also hadn’t wanted to be alone. I had to clear my head and we’d rode down to the beach sometime right as it was getting dark.
I focused on that, trying to remember what I’d seen. Not much, given it had been pitch black with only a sliver of the moon out. The waves had been calm, rolling in and out in a steady rhythm that helped me to feel a little less irritated and anxious. Cat was there. Oh, I’d pulled out the blanket— the one I’d stolen from Cat one night and now I kept it in my saddlebag— so we wouldn’t get our asses all sandy. Oddly enough, I wondered what happened to that blanket. Was it still there sitting on the beach?
It was the least of my worries at the time, but my brain seemed to be stuck on that one little thing.
Oh, hell, what about my bike?! I was gonna fuck someone up if something happened to my bike. Well, I was going to fuck them up anyway for doing this to us. Especially to Cat. She didn’t deserve any of this.
“Chry?” Cat’s voice brought me back to reality.
“I remember the beach,” I said. “But not a fucking clue how we got from sand and surf to this piece of shit thing.”
“Are we moving?!” She gasped like she’d just now realized that fact.
“Yeah, feels like we’re on a highway.”
“That’s not good.”
No. It was not fuckin’ good at all. I didn’t know how long we’d been out, so there was no telling how far away from home we were.
“There were people,” she whispered harshly. “Someone grabbed me from behind, but I couldn’t see who. You were struggling. I remember. They had you on the ground and then you stopped moving.”
I was fighting with my head to remember, but it was fuzzy. I got a vague flash of being struck in the face, making me realize that my cheek was throbbing.
Who would have done this?
Enough wasting time on this, it wasn’t helping.
“Do you have your phone?” I asked, knowing damn well that I couldn’t feel mine in my pocket. If they’d taken mine, they likely taken hers too.
“I don’t know.” She wiggled around. “No, it was in my pocket and I don’t think I feel it there now.”
“Same,” I said with a sigh.
There went any hope of calling someone or having a way for the club to track us down.
It sucked, but that didn’t mean I was ready to give up.
“We gotta get outta these bindings,” I said, still having no fuckin’ clue what to do once we did get free.
I got to my knees, wobbling slightly with the swaying movements of the truck.
There wasn’t shit in here.
“Careful,” Cat said, rolling onto her back and sitting up.
“Okay, listen, this is what we’re gonna do,” I said, sounding confident. “These are standard zip ties. I’m gonna use my teeth to get your shoelaces out, alright?”
