Page 17 of The White Rider
“I can handle that. Your taste in music isn’t totally shitty.”
“Grab the rope. After I make this turn, I’ll be pulling up to the cathedral. Dice, you’re good at tying women up. Make it look believable, but easy to get out of,” Asher said.
We were really doing this. It was our first move against my father. My blood was pumping. I was so ready for this.
Chapter 11
I
was super glad zip ties were hard to find during the apocalypse, because these kidnapping mother fuckers struck me as zip tie kinds of guys. I trusted Dice explicitly with rope. Even if I knew he was tying me up so I couldn’t easily get out, and I would have let him do it. Mm. Maybe we could celebrate in that way later.
Leif kissed my forehead, and I handed him Smurfette.
“I have to be rough with you to make them believe it. Please don’t beat my ass later when I give you Smurfette back.”
I grabbed Leif and kissed him.
“Never. Make it look real. You can make it up to me later.”
“Not in my monument!” Asher snapped.
Pepper started laughing.
“I’m guessing you two haven’t hate fucked yet.”
“And we aren’t going to!”
Aeron started giggled.
“You two are going to destroy the entire Washington Monument when it happens.”
“Shut up, Aeron.”
“I’veneverseen you fight something this hard, and I’ve been in battles with you,” Dice said.
“Drop it. We’re here,” Asher said, parking the van.
Daria had prepared us. She must have been traumatized when she got kidnapped, but she was taking in every single detail and plotting her escape. She was also planning how to get back in to take her revenge. She knew she was at the cathedral because of the bells, and because she knew what it looked like on the inside, but when they first brought her in, they had put a dirty pillowcase over her head.
Here went nothing. I let Leif slip a pillowcase over my head. We had to raid a nearby house because they were embroidered with the motel logo at the resistance holdout, and we didn’t want the Bubbas putting two and two together and sniffing around there.
I heard two doors slam shut as Aeron and Asher got out of the van.
“State your business!”
“I found some stray women. I’ve got my eye on one, once she’s had the proper training,” Asher said.
“It’s about damn time. I was starting to think you were one of those homos, and we just hadn’t killed you yet.”
“A man has to have standards, even when the crops are bad.”
Okay, ew. I got that Asher was playing a role, but this entire conversation made me want to take a hot bath in bleach. Asher hadn’t been exactly friendly to me, but I knew he didn’t think about women that way. He had been pissed when he heard Daria’s story, and he wanted to rescue these women for more reasons than just putting the bullet production into overdrive.
“Damn straight,” the Bubba said.
“We caught a whole mess of fine ones,” Aeron said. “There’s going to be fighting over them.”
“Let’s see the goods then. One reason I like this post is because I get first eyes on the new Marthas. The one I have now is getting fat. I wouldn’t mind an upgrade.”
