Chapter 6
Ezra
“What the fuck, man!” Ezra spat. “You grabbed the wrong fucking girl!”
Ryker frowned, eyeing their captive still obediently on her knees by the tree. She was surprisingly calm for having been drugged and taken into the woods by two guys with a gun.
“What are you talking about? She had shortish black hair and came from that apartment,” he replied.
They had staked out the place, keeping close watch for the witness Xan said they had to dispose of. Ryker was in charge of grabbing her while Ezra stayed with the van, ready to drive off once she was caught.
Ezra gave him an incredulous look. “Samantha didn’t have a five-inch scar on her fucking face.”
“I didn’t get a good look at her! You’re the one who saw her close up.”
He paced back and forth, unable to keep still.
“We can’t kill her, Ez.”
He snorted. “Why not? There’s no way she would go her merry way and not call the fucking cops.”
“I’m not killing her. She didn’t do shit.”
Ezra kicked a rock on the ground, unsure of what to do. He was already pissed about being told to kill someone. This girl had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Like Samantha.
“Come on,” Ryker said. “She hasn’t seen our faces. We’ll put the bag back on her and drop her in some random area of town. She doesn’t know where we are right now or anything.”
Ezra looked at the girl again. Willow was her name. She was watching them like a hawk and shivering violently. It was freezing up in the mountains even though it was spring.
“Fine,” he said.
Ryker’s shoulders relaxed. He was right, they could just drop her. Samantha had seen their faces when they’d been roughing up Charlie. They needed to focus on getting her before she could report them. Xan never needed to know about this fuck-up.
Ezra turned to get their captive, but she wasn’t there.
“What…” he said, scanning the area.
“There!” Ryker said, pointing. Her purple coat was visible through the trees as she ran.
They took off after her. It was stupid to get distracted.
Ezra crashed through the branches blocking the path, legs pumping as he tried to catch up to her. Damn, she was a fast little thing.
“Take that way!” he shouted, pointing off to the left. He knew these woods like the back of his hand since he’d spent so much of his childhood at his uncle’s cabin. When he died, he’d left it to Ezra to do whatever he wanted with it.
His uncle never could have predicted that his nephew would use the large property and its surrounding forest to dump a body.
Sorry for being a fuck up, Uncle Rick.
Almost got her. He was so close. Ryker was coming up from the side, so he veered right, hoping she would change direction once she’d seen him.
Her head whipped to the left and she made a feral noise as she bolted off into the opposite direction.
Got you.
Willow slammed into Ezra’s chest, almost knocking him over. The scent of her hair filled his nose as he wrapped his arms around her. She smelled nice—like flowers or fruit or something.
She struggled in his grip, her ass grinding into his crotch with every twist.
Stop doing that.
Ryker approached, holding his hands out in a bid to get her to settle down. “Hey! Chill! We’re taking you back.”
She stopped fighting, her breath heavy as she processed the information.
Damn it. He hoped she couldn’t feel his hard dick pressed against her. That wouldn’t make her calmer about the whole situation. They needed to get this all done fast.
“What the fuck is going on?” she demanded. “Am I not who you were planning to murder out here?”
She winced as he readjusted his grip in an attempt to get her away from his dick. Something about hunting her down like that was hot and he wanted her to rub against him more.
You’re fucked. Don’t be a creep.
Ryker lowered his hands. “Somethin’ like that.”
Now that he was looking at her more closely, she seemed familiar. Where had he seen her? He couldn’t have fucked her before, he would remember a scar like that. Ezra had a feeling a girl like her would be hard to forget even without it though.
He remembered what she’d said when they were about to shoot her.
Paying them back. Who did she owe money to?
It wasn’t Xan or she would be on their radar.
If it was his rival, Davidiuk, that could explain the scar.
That scumbag had no issues with roughing up anyone—women included.
If a woman owed Xan money, he’d go after her husband, or dad, or some other guy in her life.
“Who did you think we were?” Ezra asked. “You said something about money.”
“Fuck off.”
He chuckled. He liked this fearless thing. She would probably spit in the Grim Reaper’s face if he got too close.
Ezra tugged her arm to get her to start moving. Her feet shuffled next to him as they trekked down the hill, winding through dense trees with budding leaves. Another burst of wind made her shiver in his grip, teeth chattering loudly. They would be back in the van soon.
Ryker followed close behind as Ezra led the way back where they had parked at the end of a gravel road.
Once it was in view, she said, “You’re really taking me back, right? You aren’t going to just kill me somewhere else?”
“We aren’t killing you, pretty girl,” Ryker said.
She stilled for half a beat before continuing forward.
Ryker opened the van and moved to put the bag on her head again. She twisted away. “Please don’t put that back on me. It’s suffocating.”
“If you want to go home, it’s going on.”
Willow shifted on her feet, her mouth set in a hard line. “Fine. But can you move my arms in front?”
Ezra answered, “No. We aren’t that stupid.”
She rolled her eyes. “Only stupid enough to grab the wrong person, apparently.”
He nudged her against the van and boxed her in. Even pressed against her and in total control, she had no fear. She just stared up at him with those hard, icy eyes as the breeze whipped her pitch black hair around.
Why was she so familiar? It was going to drive him crazy. Maybe she was on one of those cam sites he’d used before. He liked the goth types covered in tattoos and piercings.
“You have quite the mouth on you,” Ezra said, not exactly threatening. He imagined what his dick would look like in it, those pretty blues looking up at him as he hit the back of her throat.
She must have felt him getting hard again, because her eyes flicked down briefly. Still, her resolve to stare death in the face and not even flinch stayed in place. If they weren’t about to part ways, he would take his time to learn why she was like this.
“Bag,” Ezra said.
As they slid the cloth over her head, her glare remained intact. It was a shame to cover her face. He would definitely be picturing it later.