Chapter 55
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
S he was five minutes in the drive toward Jamestown when Larissa regretted overreacting to Moon not wanting her to go to the church’s fundraiser. How had she forgotten there wasn’t even a gas station between the two towns?
Mistakes had been made, she admitted to herself. If she hadn’t already told Sex Piston that she was on her way, she would have turned around and gone back to Treepoint.
Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, she stopped chiding herself. Crazy Bitch was going to join their lunch to bring the children she was fostering so when she wrote a letter to Eryn, she could tell her how they were doing. So far, the two younger children were thriving under Crazy Bitch’s care, and Lennon had developed a bond with Ginny and taken to staying with her.
When she checked her rearview mirror, she saw a group of motorcycles quickly eating up the distance between them and her.
“Is he for real?” she said aloud to the empty car. Moon couldn’t seriously be following her to Jamestown just because she had refused to answer his call after she texted him where she was headed. The dude had serious control issues. They were going to have a serious discussion once they arrived in Jamestown.
As the motorcycles drew closer, she was able to see some of the men’s faces. None of them looked familiar to her, so she guessed Moon was riding farther behind. She wasn’t concerned until two rode onto the oncoming lane to pass her.
The dangerous maneuver on the two-lane road made her grip her steering wheel when, instead of speeding up to pass her, they rode alongside her for a minute to stare into her car.
Not only did she not recognize them, but their expressions creeped her out.
Was there another motorcycle group other than The Last Riders in Treepoint? She didn’t think they were from the Destructor’s club, either; she had met several of them during her stay with Sex Piston’s parents.
Her heart lurched at seeing an oncoming car as the two motorcycles were still next to hers.
Instinctively, she wanted to swerve off the road to keep herself from becoming involved in a collision if the motorcycle riders didn’t move over in time. The gravel on the side of the road gave her pause, though. Then she thought it would be safer to start braking, praying the motorcycles would use the opportunity to get over.
“Are you insane?” she screamed, terrified.
Wildly, she glanced out her side window, seeing them laughing at her as they finally started passing her to get over. The truck they had been playing chicken with blared its horn as it passed the motorcycles.
With the truck disappearing out of sight around a curve, she was alone on the road once again with the bikers. She was even more certain she had never seen this group of bikers before, and fought down the fear that rose in her throat. She was safe in her car for now, and she planned to stay that way until she reached Jamestown.
Another two riders passed her, also blatantly staring into her car before moving in front of her.
“This is bad.” She reached for her cell phone, about to call Moon, not knowing who else to call in the situation she had found herself in.
Before she could press his number, she saw one of the riders ahead of her raise his hand then hit his brakes.
She dropped the phone instinctively to grab the steering wheel but barely managed to stop the car before plowing into the back of the motorcycles.
Frightened, she watched as more motorcycles came up behind her, caging her in, except for the side of the road. She turned her steering wheel to ease off the road and onto the gravel. Giving the car gas, she tried to move around the motorcycles, only to find the riders maneuvering their bikes over, too.
She bit her bottom lip when she realized she was in a terrible predicament. She started to frantically look for her cell phone. When she found it, the only number she was going to call was 911. At this point, she didn’t care if anyone thought she was overreacting—she was terrified. The cell phone, however, was nowhere to be found.
She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned forward as best as she could to run her hand under the passenger seat in search for her phone.
A tap on her window had her jerking upward again.
A face plastered to the glass made her gasp in fright.
“Whatcha doing?”
His silly grin didn’t ease her tension; it merely heightened her concern.
“Don’t be afraid. We just want to say hi.”
Disgusted when he pressed his pelvis against her window, she wanted to gag at the suggestive way he slid his hips against the glass.
“Go away!” she shouted. “I called the police. They should be here any minute.”
“Ooo, we’re so scared. Aren’t we, Octopus?”
Raucous, jeering male laughter could be heard coming from outside her vehicle. Then taps sounded on her other windows as her car started to be rocked back and forth.
She frantically started looking for her phone again. Her protruding belly prevented her from leaning forward to reach under the seat. She stretched her fingers out, then finally felt the plastic case just as she heard the sound of the back window breaking.
“Go away!” she yelled.
The men took no heed of her shouts.
“Damn, women in Kentucky have no sense of humor,” she heard one man say.
She rose up when she heard a back door opening, and frantically pressed the door lock button again, but it was futile. One of the bikers had gotten into the back seat and was opening the other passenger door to let another man inside before leaning forward to open the front passenger door.
At this point, Larissa thought it would be safer to get out of the car rather than to remain inside, out of sight of other cars, which she hoped would pass by.
Planning to flag down any car, she tried to move between the men gathered outside, only to find herself pinned against her car door with a brutal face staring down at her.
“Going somewhere, little mama?”
Larissa tried to push the hulk of the man away from her. “Don’t touch me! I called the police!” she lied.
“Does it seem like I give a fuck?”
No, she had to admit the ugly man did seem like he didn’t.
“You should have stayed in your car. It’s safer inside. You’re slowing us down. Get in the back seat. Me and a couple of my friends want to show you our driving skills.”
“I’ll pass. I’ll just stay here until you all get past—”
“Nah … that doesn’t work for us. What’s the fun in that?”
Averting her face so she wasn’t forced to smell his rancid breath, she protectively laid a hand over her belly. “Please, just leave. I’m pregnant.”
“Yeah, we can see that.” His leering gaze revolted her so much that she had to hold back the instinctive gag reflex from throwing up.
He brought his face closer to hers. “If you care about that baby, you’re going to get in the back seat and do what you’re told, or I’m going to put you in there, and I won’t give a fuck how big that belly is.”
She was already scared, so the sound of more motorcycles approaching had her about to take off at a run, terrified more of their friends were arriving.
The lone motorcycle coming within sight didn’t lessen the fear confronting her; it was only when the motorcycle passed them and the rider on the bike looked toward them that she recognized Shade.
Hysterical, she wanted to call out his name for help, but her scream died in her throat at his expression. Shade looked at her as if he had never seen her before, driving past without lowering his speed.
She helplessly looked after him as he went around another curve, then felt her knees give out. She was so scared, and if Shade was too afraid to stop, it spoke volumes about the danger she was in.
Knowing she was going to have to protect her baby, she started searching the ground for something to protect herself with. There wasn’t a branch or large rock within sight.
Her only choice was to steal one of their bikes.
You don’t even know how to ride one , she scolded herself right before she found herself being pulled away from the car door.
She fought the ugly bastard who was shoving her into the back seat of the car, only to find herself falling forward when he lurched to the side and dropped to the ground.
Astounded, she stared down at the man who no longer had the back of his head.
All the bikers surrounding her stood just as paralyzed as her.
“Shut up!” one of them yelled.
A heavy hand landed on her cheek, knocking her into the side of the car. She held on to the roof with one hand, while her other went to her stinging cheek. She hadn’t even been aware she was screaming.
“Which one of you motherfuckers got trigger happy and shot Hyde?”
The bikers were eyeing each other mistrustingly when the sounds of more motorcycles could be heard coming closer.
“Get her in the fucking car!” the biker closest to her yelled.
Larissa gave a small scream of agony when someone used her hair to jerk her from the side of the car as a grungy biker opened the door.
Knowing it was going to be her last opportunity to escape, regardless of the pain, she took off running in the direction of the sounds of the motorcycles. She was only able to take a couple of running steps before one of the bikers stepped to the side and caught her.
“Fuck!”
Instead of carrying her back to the car, he turned with her in his arms when he heard the curse from one of his friends.
“Fuck, I knew we should have kept your ass behind, T-bone,” the man holding her snarled.
“I’m not afraid of those motherfuckers,” another biker scoffed as the motorcycles drew nearer.
“They’ll go on past, like the other one did,” the man holding her huffed out, trying to keep her from struggling out of his arms.
“They’re stopping.”
From the way they all started moving around her to block her from sight, Larissa supposed the other motorcyclists weren’t part of their group.
As they came closer and stopped, Larissa was able to tilt her head and could see the bikers sitting a few feet away.
Her eyes were caught by Moon, who was sitting on his bike behind Viper’s and Reaper’s.
One of the bikers who was holding her hostage stepped forward. “We told you before we aren’t looking for a fight!” he yelled toward Viper.
Viper’s gaze made her shudder, not to mention the venom dripping off his cold words.
“Gave you one pass already today. You should have hauled ass to the state line. Your opportunity to leave Kentucky has gone. Welcome to your final resting place.”