Page 28 of A Wrench in the Plan
I tried to fight as they kicked me around. One good boot to the gut had me coughing, but I still gave it my all. I must have been doing something right, because then there were four of them on me. Three held me down while one of them tied my bound hands to a shelf along the wall with, what I could only guess by the feel of it, was cheap nylon rope. That shit would burn if I struggled against it too hard. Fuck it, if I had to walk out of here covered in blood, I’d fuckin’ do it.
I sat up as they stepped back, my eyes glaring daggers at them.
Cat was four feet away from me, face down, one of her ankles now tied to a pillar right in the middle of the room with the same kind of rope.
“Don’t go anywhere,” bitch-ass Dustin said with an evil, toothy smile.
What did she ever see in that fuck?
That was it! From now on, I was vetting anyone else that came into her life. I was gonna grill them worse than her daddy would. I’d fucking stalk them if I had to. Nope. From here on out, I was going to make sure the next person that touched her would be worthy of it.
I smiled back as I held his eyes. Then, faster than he saw coming, I reared my head back and bashed my forehead against his face.
He roared in anger as he stumbled back a step, rubbing his cheek like I’d gotten him good. Sadly, it wasn’t his nose, which was what I was hoping for. I really wanted to see him bleed.
“You’ll pay for that,” he seethed.
“Whatever you say,” I shot back, then turned my gaze away from him like he didn’t fuckin’ matter to me.
You could practically hear his molars grinding together. Oh, how it made me smile on the inside.
He stormed out, taking his three other lackeys with him. The door slammed shut behind them, making more dust and debris dance in the air. Finally, I turned my attention to Cat.
“This is bad, Chry,” she said as she moved to sit up. Her features contorted into a grimace as she tried to get comfortable.
“You okay?” I asked, knowing damn well she wasn’t.
“Fine,” she said, not giving me her eyes.
I glanced around, looking for anything that could help get me out of these bindings. But there wasn’t shit. A wall full of pegs, all the product that hung on them at one point now gone. I tried the shelf I was attached to, attempting to move it in some way, but the thing was bolted to the wall.
“I’m gonna get us out of here,” I promised her.
When she dragged her gaze to meet mine, I saw a lifetime of shit flash before me.
Her at the compound wearing those frilly dresses she wore a lot when she was younger. Her face full of uncertainty, even though she loved looking pretty, ’cause some fuckers at school were making fun of her. Me telling her I liked her in yellow and that she should keep wearing those dresses.
Her nervous about her first day of college. Me tellin’ her it was gonna be alright, and that she’d do fine.
Her anxious and stressed when B-ry and the boys went on a run. Me telling her that they’d be back.
It was the look that she was giving me now that nearly broke me.
Because, for the first time in my life, she looked as if she didn’t believe me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Evan
I was staring at Chry’s bike.
It was currently tipped on its side and had more dents in it than I could count. The mangled metal that had once been his pride and joy, looked as if someone had taken a baseball bat to it, then backed over it with a semi-truck. The shiny black paint that covered the gas tank was scratched all to hell.
It was the least of our worries at the moment, but it still made me want to cry. He was going to be pissed when we got him back— and we would get him back. Both of them. I refused to let myself think any other way.
LT was on the phone with Tinker to get the wrecker down here so we could haul Chry’s bike back to the compound.
“Hey!” Ky called from the other end of the beach access trail that was right next to the bike. “Found shit!”
