Page 27 of A Wrench in the Plan
Her face scrunched up like she wasn’t so sure about this plan, but she nodded anyway.
“Then we’re gonna use the laces to create friction and heat, and they should snap right off,” I went on.
“How are we going to do that when our hands are behind our backs?” she asked, sending me a look of uncertainty.
“Well…” I paused, having nothing at the moment.
“Um, scratch that idea,” she said looking down. I followed her line of sight to see her exposed wiggling toes. “I don’t have shoes.”
Fuckitty fuck fuck!
“Can you get your legs through your arms?” I asked, thinking that if one of us could at least use our hands, we might be able to find something in here. It would be a hell of a lot easier if they had bound us in the front, but I guessed that was too much to ask for.
There was no way I could get my hands in front, I wouldn’t even embarrass myself by trying. Strong and rough, yeah… but flexible, I was not.
Before she could even try, the truck jerked to a stop, sending me tumbling and crashing into the metal side. I figured I’d made enough noise that it didn’t fuckin’ matter now, so I scrambled as fast as I could to put myself in front of Cat.
“Chry,” she whispered, eyes wide as she stared at the rolling door in front of us, waiting for what we knew was about to come.
“It’ll be okay. We’ll get out of this. Just stay calm.”
I didn’t see how we were going to get out of this, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to try.
And once I was free, I was going to kill every last motherfucker that did this to Cat.
The door flew up with a screech loud enough to make me cringe. I blinked against the bright light of day shining all around as my eyes tried to focus on the face of the person coming at us.
It didn’t take me long to register that I knew that face. Though he was lookin’ a lot different than the last time I saw him, with his smug smile and arm wrapped around Cat’s waist like he owned her. Oh, and the cut he was sporting now hadn’t been on him either. Yeah, he was looking a lot less preppy and clean, and more like… well, me. Dirty. Rough. And ready to kill anyone that fucked with his colors. Except his colors were dirtier.
This piece of shit, here, was one of The Bloody Jokers.
And it seemed we’d missed that, too.
“Dustin?” Cat asked, sounding utterly confused.
“The name’s Shark,” he sneered. “Your club’s got something of ours and we plan on using you to send a message.”
He wrapped his hand around my ankle and pulled before I knew it was coming. Cat screamed behind me, but there wasn’t shit I could do to tell her it was gonna be alright. I drew up my knees and kicked my feet, but it didn’t stop him. He just held on tighter and yanked me toward him really fuckin’ hard. When my back raked over the edge of the truck and I dropped like lead onto the gravel below, I fuckin’ hissed. That shit hurt.
Now there were two of them hauling my ass across that gravel lot by my ankles I twisted and turned, but nothing helped. The jagged rocks scraped over my exposed skin, nearly my whole back was getting torn up now that my shirt had decided to fling itself out of the way. Fuck, this sucked. Sucked real bad.
I’d only just noticed that my cut was gone. Bet those fuckers stripped it off of me. Oh, I was going to kill them.
“Chry!” Cat screamed behind me. It was like she was trying to reach out and hold onto me the way my name ripped from her lips. Scared didn’t even cover how she sounded.
Wasn’t shit I could do. I knew she was scared. Knew that if I got a look at her face there would be terror filling up every feature of it. Probably some tears streaking down her cheeks, too. If I saw that, it would break me. And I had to stay strong. Had to act like she didn’t matter to me. Had to do everything in my power to keep the focus on me and not her.
“Not so tough now, are ya?” Shark sneered, looking back at me as he yanked me over the sharp metal threshold of what appeared to be an empty storefront.
No, it wasn’t quite empty. I could see that it had been a sex store at one point. A few packages left abandoned on the dirty floor that flew right past my line of sight as those two fuckers pulled me along. If only I could get my hands onsomething. I was so desperate I was even thinking a dildo could get me out of this jam.
“Walk, bitch,” someone snarled behind me.
I twisted to see Cat’s bare feet, now unbound, moving clumsily across the dirty floor. I could only crane my neck so far, but I saw her white skirt swishing back and forth with every shaky step.
We ended up in a back room that was lit up only because there was a giant hole in the ceiling. Daylight spilled in, showing all the fucking shit they stirred up dragging me in here swirling around the open space.
When they finally let me go, I breathed out a small sigh of relief.
