Page 39 of A Wrench in the Plan
“Cat, get down!” Chry shouted as I felt his body slam into mine.
I screamed as loudpopshit my ears. I felt their destruction rip through the sides of the truck, tearing through metal like it wasn’t even an obstacle.
Chry was on top of me, shielding me from the gunfire. My heart was in my throat, and I was pretty sure I wasn’t breathing at this time.
Then the night went silent, causing my stomach to turn over. I knew that wasn’t a good sign.
I screamed again as the back door rolled up, the screeching metal filling my ears so loud it made my eyes water.
The red and blue lights danced blindingly all around me.
“Hurry up. Can’t have no one seein’ this,” said the one Dustin had called VP. “Strip him and toss him in the trunk. Then move the cruiser into the woods.”
I gasped. Had they killed the cop? I couldn’t help but feel guilt over it. If I’d just stayed silent, he might still be alive.
“Well, look at that, you survived. Shame one of them shots didn’t hit you. But I’m thinkin’ your time’s about up,” he said. “Ridin’ around with you is causing too much trouble. Tell me where my brother is.”
Chry stayed silent on top of me.
I heard a few grunts in the background like someone was struggling. A moment later, the lights stopped flashing and the headlights of the cruiser went dark. The world around us was eerily lit up by a handful of single beams coming from the surrounding motorcycles.
“No!” Chry roared when he was pushed off of me. Cool air blew over my skin, and as I glanced around, I noticed the road was too silent to mean anything good. We were likely on a back road, and the chances of someone driving by were slim.
“Grab her,” the VP said.
My head stung as Dustin fisted my hair. I wriggled and tried to fight. It was useless, of course, and all I managed to do was hurt myself.
“Gut her.”
“No!” I screamed as I saw a huge knife appear in front of my face. A sliver of moonlight bounced off the blade, making it flash in my line of vision. My eyes went wide with fear. But it wasn’t a second later that fear turned into panic. The fight came alive in me, moving my body on instinct. I was doing all I could to get away, even if that meant I’d be bald for a while. I screamed again as two more sets of hands held me down.
“Wait!” Chry screamed.
“Don’t!” I yelled. Even if Chry knew where this man’s brother was, even if he did give up the location, they weren’t going to just let us go. I didn’t want Chry to take his last breath feeling like he’d betrayed the club like that. It didn’t matter if it was because he was trying to save me.
“We have him,” Chry said, sounding utterly defeated.
My mind raced. Where would they keep someone like that? What would they have done to someone like that? As much as I didn’t want to think about it, I had to.
“The container yard!” I blurted out before Chry could say anything else. “If they have him, they’d keep him in the container yard near the river.”
The look on Chry’s face told me I was right. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, feeling torn on if I should have been proud that I’d figured it out or disturbed that it was true.
“Is that so?” The VP hummed after he spoke. “Baby told me about that place, said it was probably where you stored your supply, but he’d never been able to find it.”
Supply? Supply of what?
Maybe I didn’t want to know.
No. I for sure didn’t want to know.
I was no dummy. It was likely that the club was into something illegal, I’d just never let myself go there. I wanted to stay in the dark, but it seemed that I could no longer do that.
The loudbangwas defining. My ears rang as I tried to shake off the confusion. Then a few more rang out, seeming angry as they were sharply fired out one right after the other.
Chry grunted and folded in on himself, curling up like a baby. Then I saw it, the blood seeping from a hole in his side.
“Chry! Oh my God. No! Chry!” I lunged for him, but they held me down.
