Текст книги "Heaven Sent"
Автор книги: Avelyn Paige
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Entering the club, I notice that the club mamas look almost normal today as they carry platters of food out the back door. They’ve stowed their tits and short skirts in exchange for simple black dresses and minimal make-up. I don’t understand why they think painting their faces like a clown is attractive but frankly, it’s not their faces I’m attracted to anyway. Maria, Hot Shot’s old lady, stayed behind to supervise the club mamas for Maj and make sure the food was ready by the time we got back from his graveside service. Maria has been more of a citizen wife for the club but has wanted to take part more in helping with the clubhouse with Darcy in mourning.
Raze had a tent set up in the yard of the clubhouse to accommodate our brethren and their old ladies. Their chatter fills the tent while my brothers and I eat in silence surrounding Jagger’s mourning family. I can tell they aren’t ready to be around this many people in a social setting so I ask Irons, our newest prospect, to drive Darcy and the kids home after they finish eating. Now that the pomp and circumstance is over, they need time together to heal and figure out how life’s going to work without Jagger. Darcy is a tough bitch, but I know that she’ll be vulnerable while she mourns. Before the services started, I assigned Irons to watch Jagger’s house and make sure his family was safe.
Over the next several hours, the other chapters begin to disperse and ride home to await orders on our plans. Every single chapter president pledged all the manpower they could spare to help us with the upcoming attack. They respect Raze’s decision to wait until the time is right to strike, so there’s no point in them hanging around.
It’ll be nice to get the clubhouse back to normal with just us occupying it. Usually seeing the guys from upstate results in a rowdy as shit party with nefarious results and a multiple day hangover, but this time I’m just not in the right frame of mind for them to be here.
Walking into the back door, Ruby and the girls are working to clean up the mess from lunch while some of the guys and I head into the main room. Ratchet plops down on the worn leather couch next to me and flips the television to ESPN. Raze joins us, parking in his favorite recliner, as we sit in silence, blankly staring off into space in the general direction of the TV.
“I can’t fucking take the silence anymore. I’m getting the fuck out of here and heading to Red’s. I need a change of scenery, liquor and a one-night-stand piece of ass. Who’s with me?” says Voodoo, breaking the silence.
“Shit, man, I’m in. I think we owe it to Jagger to celebrate his life instead of sitting in the dark, mourning like some bitch emo kid. Let me change into some normal fucking clothes and I’ll meet you outside.”
Jumping up from the couch, I run up the stairs to my room and fling the door open. Tossing my cut onto the bed, I retrieve a pair of my worn, ripped jeans from the dresser with one of my Harley t-shirts. Unbuttoning my dress shirt, I toss it into the hamper by the door, which reminds me to tell one of the girls I need my shit washed. The basket is about to overflow when my dress pants land on the top of the pile. I pull the jeans up my muscular legs littered with scars. Seeing the jagged lines on my skin make think about my time overseas again, but I don’t want to deal with that shit right now. Pulling my shirt over my head and lacing up my boots, I grab my cut and keys on the way out the door.
Most of the club is sitting on their bikes waiting for me by the time I get out the front door. A couple of the girls are sitting on the backs of the guys’ bikes so I guess this is going to be a bigger outing than I expected. Raze and Maj are the last to join us as I start the engine of my bike and feel it rumble to life between my legs.
Following Raze, we pull out of the club’s parking lot and cruise toward town. We drive around back when we get to the bar and park our bikes in the employee parking lot. Kellen, the bouncer, waves us in, and we settle in our usual corner. Bobby brings over our normal round of beers and a whiskey neat for me without even needing to be prompted. Red’s may be the shittiest bar in town, but they treat the club right. We’ve taken care of some problems for Red over the years, and he indulges us when we come rolling in. The bar is pretty empty for a Friday night, but it’ll liven up the later it gets. Sucking down the whiskey, I lean back into the booth and watch the girls dancing to shitty pop music. I don’t know how anyone could listen to this bullshit that’s over the age of twelve, but the club girls seem to love this shit.
Raze orders a round of Johnny Walker for us all and Bobby brings over the bottle with several shot glasses. Picking up the bottle, Raze pours the whiskey into each glass, doling them out to the five us of us. “It’s only right as a brotherhood we drink in Jagger’s honor.” He raises his glass in the air as he speaks.
“Jagger, this shot is for you. Ride free forever, brother.” Clinking our glasses together, we drink to our fallen brother, letting the whiskey burn down our throats. I love the man, but he had shit taste in whiskey.
It doesn’t take long for Maj to get shitfaced. She’s always been a sloppy drunk, which leaves me wondering why Raze lets her get this far gone every time we go out as a club. She starts grinding against Trixi, whose eyes lock on to me as she sways her hips against Maj’s ass. Jesus, that’s not even remotely attractive, but these two drunken women think it’s the sexiest thing on the planet. Leaning over to Raze and interrupting his quiet conversation with Ratchet, I nod toward the dance floor.
“Raze, you might want to control your woman before she starts to strip. “
“Fuck me!” he yells as he slides out of the booth. “What the fuck are you doing, baby?” he yells over the music, stalking toward her on the dance floor.
“No, I don’t want to be the meat between you and Trixi’s buns. Fuck, woman, how much did you drink?” Her replies go unheard, but she continues to dance with Trixi before tumbling to the floor in a failed attempt to grind on Trixi’s leg. I know Raze likes watching that shit, but it repulses me.
An old lady is supposed to be obedient and loyal but once Maj gets a round or two of drinks in her, she acts like a whore. Her drunken actions with the club girls make me secretly wonder if Maj has a taste for women and men, but I’ll never ask because I like my head just where it is: attached to me. Scooping her up from the floor, Raze carries her out the door and no doubt straight into a fuck session before bed. As they exit, that’s when I see her.
A tall blonde walks into the room in the shortest dress I’ve ever seen on a woman that tall. She sure as fuck isn’t leaving much to the imagination in that getup. But it’s not her that draws my attention; it’s the olive-skinned beauty standing next to her. She contrasts in looks against her friend. While the blonde looks like a typical California bar slut, the raven beauty next to her is far from the normal view in a place like this. Her dress is wrapped tightly around her like a second skin. She’s the perfect mix of soft curves and lean muscle. Her exotic look is enchanting and my dick starts to harden with every second I watch her. I can tell by her body language she isn’t happy about being here and doesn’t like what she’s wearing as she continuously fidgets with her dress. The thought of that scrap of fabric crumpled on my bedroom floor sends a jolt to my aching cock. Her hair sends an erotic thought cascading through my mind. The braid draped over her shoulder would be the perfect rope to hold onto as I pound into her ass. The thought of her in that vulnerable and submissive position sends erotic shivers rolling down my body. I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard just imagining fucking a complete stranger. Since my cock seems to approve of her, my night just may be looking up after all. The look on Ratchet’s face shows me that he must have noticed me staring. He has this sly, knowing smirk, but I can’t pull my eyes away from my mystery for more than a few seconds. Annoyed with my lack of attention, he throws a wadded up bar napkin at my face.
“Hey, fuck face, did you hear what I just said?” he yells across the table.
“Nope, didn’t hear a word. Been a little busy scoping out the new pussy that just walked in.”
“I’ve never seen the shorter one in here before, but, I think the other girl’s one of the night waitresses. I’m not one hundred percent certain, though. “You want the blonde or the brunette?” he asks, knowing full well which one I want.
“The brunette, shithead. You know blondes aren’t my thing.”
“Yeah, I know,” he remarks with a shrug. “It’s good to switch things up a bit. I bet my ass that blondie over there is a wildcat in the sack.”
Rolling my eyes at him, we both sit back and watch our prey settle into a table before the blonde calls Red over. The bastard leans a little too close to my girl and anger flares inside of me. What the fuck? My girl? Get a grip, Hero. You haven’t even talked to the woman, let alone claimed her. Red smacks her ass before walking away, which nearly sends me out of the booth to knock him on his ass for touching her. What the hell is happening to me? A perfect stranger shouldn’t have this kind of pull over me. It must be the shitty whiskey killing off my sensible brain cells. While the blonde screams in excitement, I wonder what the fuck that was all about. Waving Bobby down, I order a round of drinks for them both. My eyes linger on the pair as they consume more drinks as the evening goes on. Blondie finally drags her out on the dance floor and it’s time for Ratchet and me to make our move.
Ratchet slides behind the blonde and immediately presses against her ass. She must like it because she leans back into him, pulling his hands to her hips to drive the motion. Ratchet’s face leans into the side of her neck, letting his hands roam south when she starts to kiss him. My prey starts to leave the dance floor before I pull her back against me, startling her at first.
She soon relaxes against me as she moves with the music. She’s a few inches shorter than me, even with the fuck-me heels on her feet, but I dip down far enough that her ass stays planted against my rock hard dick. She rolls her hips seductively against me; my dick will explode in my pants like a teenage boy if she keeps this up.
A waitress walks up with a shot in her hands and hands it to my beautiful dance partner. She tips back the shot and tosses the empty glass back to the waitress when I see Voodoo nod across the way. That fucker is sending her drinks when I’m trying to lock her down to warm my bed tonight. Hope he remembers payback is a bitch.
Pulling her back to me, I can’t control my hands anymore as they trace the curves of her beautiful body. She’s nowhere near the sickly supermodel-thin the club girls are with fake tits. I like my women with meat on their bones and what their mommas gave them. Fake tits do the job when I need them, but I prefer natural. I’m pretty sure hers are real, judging by the way they jiggle with each of her motions. They would look perfect pressed around my dick as I fucked them or with my cum dripping off of them. I need to get this girl home before I drag her off to the back of the bar and fuck her against the alley wall.
Just as I decide to pull the trigger, her friend rips her away from me. I start to go after her but her friend pukes all over herself and the dance floor, sending them in the direction of the bathroom. Fuck it. I can wait until she gets back. Ratchet shrugs his shoulders and we head back to the table. Red’s leaning against our table talking to Voodoo as we approach. He’s a perverted, fat fucker, but he’s useful when we need a night out on the town. Ratchet slaps Red on the back before sliding into the booth.
“Red, who are the two women you were talking to earlier?” I ask. I need to get as much information on my target for the night before sealing the deal. “She belong to someone?” Red turns to me with a confused look on his face.
“Are you talking about the blonde?”
“Fuck no, the brunette with her. Need to know if I’m stepping on any toes by dragging her off later.”
Red laughs at me. “She’s my new waitress. I think her name’s Dawn or Debbie, something like that. I was too busy checking out her rack to catch her name. She’s a feisty one, Hero. That spirit is going to make me a ton of money before I break it.” The thought of him touching her flares rage in me again.
Gripping him by the collar of his shirt, I get into his face. “She’s fucking off limits until I’m done with her, Red. If anyone is going to break her, it’s gonna be me. You got it?”
Pulling away from me, Red straightens his shirt. “Sure, Hero. Whatever you say, man. But you should probably know that the blonde with her is Ricky’s girl. I doubt you want someone that lives with Twisted Tribe's property. Rumor has it he uses Ricca to deal cocaine for the club.”
Ratchet straightens up in his seat hearing the club’s name. He starts out of the booth, and I know he’s going after the girl to use as bait for our revenge. Grabbing him by his arm, I stop him from going any farther. “Ratchet, we can’t do that shit in here, and we sure as shit aren’t going to use a woman as bait. Get your fucking head on straight, man. This isn’t the way our club operates.” He jerks away from me and charges out the door.
“I guess playtime is over, gentlemen,” Red says, watching Ratchet leave.
“I think you’re right, Red. Doubt you want innocent blood spilled on your floor tonight. By the way, I’ll look into what you mentioned earlier,” Voodoo says as he leads the rest of the group away from the booth. Following along behind them, I search the crowd to see if she emerges. I can’t believe she’s likely tied up in the Twisted Tribe bullshit. I guess I dodged a bullet by not acting on my earlier ideas, but tell that to my aching dick. He wants the taste of the forbidden just as badly as I do, but even I know not to fuck with another club’s women. It’s not worth starting a war over a bit of new pussy, even if it’s beautifully wrapped. Just wish I’d have known that before I set my sights on her because my dick is pissed it’s not going to sink deep into her pussy later. Flipping my phone on, I dial the club and let Ruby know to be in my room in twenty minutes. I guess she’ll have to be my release tonight, but even as I fuck her, she won’t be who I am thinking about. Why do I get the feeling my life is about to spiral even more out of control knowing she’s around Upland? Fuck, I’m screwed.
“Order up, Dani,” yells Rick, the bar’s head cook. Scuttling back to the dirty kitchen prep area, I grab the plate of loaded cheese fries and head out to my table to deliver them. It’s been three weeks since I started working at Red’s, and I’m finally getting in the groove of working at a dive bar. The hardest part of this job is avoiding Red and the inappropriate sexual remarks of the sleaze ball regular customers. At first I thought telling the grabby patrons I batted for the other team would deter them, but I soon discovered that made them even more interested. I don’t know how many times they asked if they could watch. Fucking creepers.
Most days, Ricca and I get to work together. By the second night here, I realized why she comes home drunk every night. Every single man in this bar tries to buy her shot in hopes they can get into her pants after closing. Why refuse a good drink if they offer the expensive hooch as an incentive? She never says no. I, on the other hand, always say no. I don’t need to chance getting slipped a roofie and date raped. No thanks, not in the cards for me. I’ll stick to my glass of ice water Bobby keeps behind the bar for me. At least I don’t feel like I need to worry about him drugging me since his boyfriend would kick his ass for hitting on a woman.
The part of this job that has disappointed me is that the man I drunkenly danced with hasn’t returned. I think deep down I was hoping that he would have been a regular here and that I would get the chance to not only see his face, but to catch his name. I’ve never had a man affect me like that before with just a single dance. It’s as if my body was already familiar with his without ever saying a word. Every time I hear a motorcycle pull up, my eyes excitedly watch the door, only to be disappointed when an overweight, geriatric biker walks through the door. Maybe he’ll come back some day but with the way my luck has been, I’ll never see him again.
After dropping off the fries to a group of drunken frat boys, I saunter up to the bar and deposit myself in a seat. Tonight has been pretty slow and there’s no use checking on my two tables since they are so blitzed right now, I doubt they can find their own feet.
“Tough night, princess?” Bobby asks while wiping down the bar.
“Yeah, you could say that. Those frat boys have spent two hundred dollars in drinks tonight, but I can tell already they won’t be leaving me a damn tip.” I sigh and spin around on the bar stool to fully face Bobby. “Remind me why do I do this again?” I say, planting my face on top of my arms.
“You need the money, D,” I hear Ricca say from behind me. She sits on the stool next to me and lays her head on Bobby’s nice clean bar. Swatting her off the freshly cleaned wood with a bar towel, Bobby slides two glasses in front of us.
“I think it’s time to celebrate, ladies,” he says while pouring two shots of tequila and then one for himself. “Dani has made it three whole weeks in this shit hole and hasn’t stabbed anyone with a rusty fork. Cheers!” We all three laugh as we slurp down the shot. The heat from the tequila travels down into my stomach before I can even set my glass back onto the bar for Bobby to refill. He looks at me with an inquisitive look before pouring another.
“Oh, definitely must be a bad night, Ricca. Dani’s having two shots of tequila.” He laughs before corking the bottle and setting it back under the bar. “No more for you tonight, princess. We don’t want you to lose focus on how to avoid Red while trying to grab your pay from the office.” Tipping back the shot, I flip Bobby off as I stalk back to my table to check on my customers one last time before he makes the last call announcement. Thankfully, they don’t stick around and the bar is finally empty fifteen minutes later.
After I finish sweeping up my table area, I head back to the office. Creeping as quietly as I can, I peek around the corner to Red’s office. Thank fucking god, he’s not in here. Slipping into the room, I pick up the envelope on the desk with my name on it and quickly turn back to exit the room before Red gets back. Unfortunately, my plan fails because I run literally right into the pervert trying to escape.
“Well now, Dani baby, looks like you were trying to give me the slip,” he utters as I quickly try to backpedal away from him, his hand sliding across my ass as I back away.
“Oh, hi, Red,” I stammer, “Didn’t see you standing there.” The way his eyes are watching me sends uncomfortable chills down my spine. Waving my pay envelope in the air, I stuff it into my back pocket. “Well, I got my last week’s pay, so I better get out there, or Ricca may leave without me,” I say as I try to get around his figure looming in the door. His hot, smelly breath oozes down my chest as I attempt to squeeze past him. He rotates just as I am about to make it back into the hallway and away from him, pinning me to the door frame with his beer belly.
“You know, Dani. You could be making much better money if you would agree to be my secretary,” he whispers, inches from my face. I try to turn my face away to avoid him but he grabs my chin, pulling it back to face him. “Your pretty face and nice ass is bringing in new customers for me left and right, but I don’t like sharing you with the world. Maybe I’ll just chain you to my desk instead of letting you waitress I think I’d like watching your sexy ass swaying around the office, helping me with the bar’s paperwork. Every boss needs a sexy play thing in his domain. You’d like being my baby doll, wouldn’t you, my beautiful Dani?” The idea repulses me just as much as the touch of him on my body does right now. He must notice the fear in my eyes because he lets out a hearty laugh.
Shoving against him one last time, I break free of his grasp. I rush out the door and into the hall, hearing his laughter echo off the walls. “Remember my proposal, Dani. I’ll make it worth your while,” he yells before closing his office door. God, that man is a sick son-of-a-bitch.
Making my way back out to the bar seating area, everyone but Kellen, the bouncer, has gone. I’ve never seen a man built as big as he is outside of a professional football field. He may look scary, but he’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. Every night he waits for me to leave before locking up. “You ready to go, Miss Dani?” he says with his thick southern drawl. Nodding my head, he opens the bar door and walks outside with me.
“Red didn’t hurt you, did he?”
Kellen knows I don’t like Red or being anywhere near his presence after the first run-in I had with him a few days into my employment at the bar. Red got a little too handsy with me for Kellen’s liking, and he got me out of the situation before it got worse. He’s my savior when it comes to this place.
“No, Kellen. He didn’t hurt me, but thank you for checking on me. Did Ricca go out to the Jeep already?” I ask, noticing I don’t see her standing around outside waiting for me.
“No, Miss Dani. Someone came to pick her up. She wanted me to tell you that she left the keys under the floor mat of the Jeep and to go on home. She’ll get a ride back in the morning,” Kellen says as we near Ricca’s car. He opens the door for me and I feel around the floorboard for Ricca’s keys. I finally feel the cool metal of the keys and pull them out of their hiding spot under the mat, jiggling them towards Kellen.
“Do you want me to follow you home?” Kellen politely asks.
“You don’t have to do that, K. I’ll be fine! I know how to get myself home,” I reply as I step up into the Jeep and settle into the driver’s seat. Kellen shuts the door for me as I slip the seat-belt around my waist. Starting up the engine, I put the car into reverse.
“Lock up when you get home, Dani,” Kellen yells over the noise of the engine. Nodding in agreement, I back the Jeep out of the spot and shove it into first gear, heading for the parking lot exit. I wave to the watchful Kellen as I pull into the street and head for home.
Safely arriving at my apartment a few minutes later, I toss Ricca’s keys on the counter after locking the door. I wonder what the hell was going on that she couldn’t tell me where she was going. Pulling my pay envelope out of the back of my jeans, I count the cash and put half in my secret hiding spot behind a loose baseboard between my bed and the TV stand. The rest of the cash I deposit into my purse on the side table. I discovered my hidey hole after an extreme cleaning session after a particularly bad night of tequila vs. Dani. The tequila won that battle, and I spent four hours on my hands and knees scrubbing vomit stains out of the carpet.
At first, I took to hiding my cash from Ricca because sometimes you just never know about a person’s true intentions until it’s too late, but now I hide it from her elusive boyfriend. I still find it odd that I have yet to meet the man she claims is the love of her life, but it’s not my prerogative to inquire about him. I’m not about to leave my cash lying around when he could stop by any second. I’ve learned my lessons about trusting too soon. Cleveland is proof of that.
Stripping off my work clothes and depositing them into the ever-growing pile of laundry by the door, I slip into a shirt and shorts and climb into bed. An hour or so later, I hear the door of the apartment open and think to myself, Ricca finally came home. Snuggling back into my pillow, I fall back asleep immediately.
“Who the fuck are you?” a male voice screams as I am ripped from my bed and thrown onto the floor. I scramble to get my wits about me, but my attacker doesn’t wait for me to wake up fully.
“I ain’t asking again, bitch. Who the fuck are you?” he shrieks. Before I can even reply, he presses a gun to my temple. “I’m still waiting for that name. I’ll give until the count of three to give me your name or I am going to pump this pretty fucking head of yours full of lead.” Clicking the trigger as he pulls back, I hear, “1…2…”
“Dani!” I yell. “My name is Dani!”
Feeling the gun pull away from my head, I feel like I can finally breathe again. What the hell is happening? Who is this guy? My vision is still blurry from being asleep but I can make out that his muscular, tanned arms are covered in tattoos. His jean-clad legs are muscular and huge.
“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it, Dani? Where’s Ricca? I know you know where that bitch is.”
“I haven’t seen her since before I left work, asshole. She left me the Jeep and told the bouncer she had somewhere she needed to be,” I yell just before he kicks me in the stomach, knocking the air out of me.
“That’s bullshit. You might try the truth this time. Where the hell is she, Dani?” he says, landing another blow to my midsection.
“I don’t know!” I scream. “I saw her just before I left the bar. She didn’t take her car, so I just assumed she was with her boyfriend.”
Kicking me a third time, I feel something inside me snap as a pain-laced scream rips from my throat. My hands fly to protect my blisteringly painful stomach since I’m pretty sure he just broke one of my ribs. “Well, seeing as how that title used to belong to me, I’m going to call bullshit.” He curses at me in Spanish, striking me with the butt of his gun.
“I swear I don’t know where she is. Please stop kicking me. Please!” I cry.
“Oh, baby girl,” he says, leaning down closer to me. “Please doesn’t work with a guy like me. If you think a few shots to your stomach is bad, just wait until we get you back to the clubhouse.” He calls out the door in Spanish and four more men walk into my bedroom. The men surround me while the man with the gun hauls me up from the ground by my hair. As he rips me from the floor, the pain from my stomach shoots up my torso. It limits me on my ability to fight back, but it’s not going to stop me. I flail my feet outward, hoping to connect to his groin, but I miss completely. One of the other men grabs me to restrain me further but I bite his hand as hard as I can while he tries to get ahold of my shoulder to pin me. Before I can move, a hand grabs me by the throat and squeezes it, cutting off my air supply and killing the fight in me.
“You’re a feisty little bitch. I like that. Maybe there’s some use for you after all since you can’t seem to tell me the truth about where Ricca is hiding. If I can’t find her, I guess you’ll have to pay her debt,” he says with a sinister laugh.
I fidget, trying to break free from his grasp before he chokes the life out of me. “I hope you like dick, baby girl, because you are about to become our newest whore. The guys will have fun breaking you in,” he says evilly, increasing the pressure on my throat. The room begins to blur and his laughter continues as darkness takes hold, then I pass out under his grip.
The hum of an engine fills my ears as I slip back into consciousness before pain shocks me awake. With each jostle of the car, pain radiates across my stomach. I need to calm myself down before I pass back out from the pain. I won’t be taken prisoner by these bastards. My eyes finally adjust to my new surroundings only to discover I am lying on my back in the trunk of a moving car. I try to move my hands but they’re bound together tightly in a prayer position with duct tape.
Shit, this isn’t good. How in the hell do I keep getting myself into these kinds of situations? It’s like bad karma has followed me everywhere since Cleveland. I rack my brain for ideas on how to get out of this when the car suddenly comes to a stop.
I know my time is running short when I hear the doors slam shut and footsteps walking away from the car. I can hear them talking and can only make out bits of what they’re saying, but I think I hear one of them mention food. If they stop to eat, I might be able to escape while they’re gone.
This might be my only chance before they bind me to a bed and make me their sex slave. I’d rather die before letting one of these fucking bastards touch me.
While wiggling around in the car, I discover that they left my feet unbound. I thank God for small miracles or, in this case, their stupidity. I just need to contort myself enough to reach the trunk release. God, I just hope they haven’t removed it.
Using my unbound feet as leverage, I shift to my side gently to avoid injuring my aching ribs any more than necessary. I feel around the dark compartment with my feet, hoping to find the string attached to the trunk release. Minutes pass by before I finally feel a piece of corded material in the corner by the trunk lid. Holy shit, I think to myself, I might actually be able to pull this off. Maneuvering the string between my toes on my left foot, I clench it tightly and start to pull. I can feel the cord trying to release the latch, but I need more pressure. Sliding my other foot on top of the string, I clamp down harder on the string and pull with all the energy I can muster. The string yanks back hard with my pulling force and I hear the latch click. Pushing up on the lid with the side of my right knee, the trunk slowly begins to open.
I scoot as fast as I can to the edge of the trunk and peer out only to find that it’s pitch black outside, which is to my advantage because there will be fewer people on the streets to alert the kidnapping bastards inside of my escape. Seeing no one in my line of sight, I push the trunk lid higher and slip my legs over the edge of the trunk and onto the pavement. Gingerly lifting my upper body out of the trunk’s carpeted floor, I sit upright and slide out of the trunk. Closing the lid again with my bound hands, I jog away, trying to ignore the pain radiating from my stomach with every step. Broken glass and rocks dig into my bare feet as I make my way around a corner a few blocks away from the diner that the car was parked in front of. Crouching down behind what has to be the smelliest dumpster I’ve ever encountered, I lie in wait for my captors to drive off.
