Chapter 1 #4
“So let me get this right, you and Lock talk behind my back, and from the sounds of it, it’s not just one conversation here and there. So what else did he say about me, hmm? Since we are in share mode right now.”
“It’s not even like that,” Alba stammered, realizing the magnitude of her words right now.
She was trying to backtrack, and my heart raced with whatever might come next from her. Lock was surely going to have a thing or two to say when he found out she was out here being a motor mouth.
“Then what exactly is it like?” I challenged her, arms folding with attitude across my chest.
I heard the door to the van behind us slide to the side, but I thought nothing of it.
Two men climbed out, and one walked right up on me, bumping me from behind.
I was already pissed off, so that shit sent me over the edge.
Spinning around, I was taken back by the handsome stranger.
My eyes traveled from the sole of his black steel-toe boots to the top of his dreaded hair that he had pulled back away from his strong, handsome face.
I was stuck. His hard exterior and piercing stare fixed on me had my heart going crazy.
“The fuck is wrong with you!” I snapped, glaring at him.
Instead of answering me, his arm slid around my waist, and he jerked me from the ground. Kicking and screaming, I tried to pry myself out of his arms, and he went into his waistband for his gun. My eyes stretched when I saw the piece of steel shining in the darkness.
“Shut the fuck up, or I’ll blow your fucking brains over the sidewalk,” he said to me, gritting his teeth together tightly.
Alba’s hands went up when he aimed toward her. Immediate terror filled her big, round irises. She was also planted into the concrete where she stood. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating as he pulled me back to where the van was parked.
“Make a sound or fucking try to play hero, and I’ll lay yo’ ass down too,” he grumbled at her.
His partner was quiet and stealthy. He stood on the curb making sure that Alba didn’t budge as his boy shoved me inside the van.
I fell forward onto my knees, getting burned by the carpet inside the compact space.
Wincing, they both hopped inside with me.
The guy that grabbed me hopped in beside me, and his friend dove into the driver’s seat.
Fear paralyzed me as I pressed my back against the cold, steel wall of the van.
My eyes darted around as I searched for a weapon or an escape.
It was dark, but the light in the ceiling allowed me to barely see the man’s face across from me.
Bent down with his gun dangling between his legs, his eyes surveyed me.
I couldn’t quite read or interpret the cold gleam he fixed on me, and that only further alarmed me as he raised his gun to my head.
“Drive,” he said firmly to his friend.
He shifted the van, and surprisingly it pulled off pretty smoothly down the busy street.
I could hear the noise from the party as we drove away, and he pressed his foot all the way down on the gas.
We accelerated down the street until nothing could be heard by the sound of the engine as we revved along.
“Who are you? What do you want? And where are you taking me?” I demanded, trying not to show how scared I actually was.
The man in front of me smirked, and it actually wasn’t bad to look at as his eyes continue to rake over me.
I suddenly felt self-conscious and crossed my legs to avoid feeling like I was on display.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached inside his jacket pocket and retrieved a syringe that made my eyes buck.
Even though there was nowhere else for me to go, I found myself scrambling against the wall trying to get away from him.
“What are you doing? No!” I screamed as he inched closer to me. Lifting my leg, I kicked him, right against his upper torso, sending him falling into the wall opposite me.
The look in his eyes when he recovered from the blow had me shook. That iciness was enough to turn me into a statue. If looks could kill, I would have been DOA. I knew I had fucked up when he drew his gun again. His jaw was tight with anger while his piercing gaze struck me.
“Move again, and I’ll leave your DNA all in the back of this bitch. Try me,” he growled with a menacing tone.
He stood and snatched the syringe off the ground.
Hunched over, since he was so tall in the little ass space, he inched closer to me.
I shut my eyes as tight as they would go and felt a prick on my arm before something warm filled my veins.
When I opened my eyes, everything around me was blurry, and he was taking a step back as he watched the drug take over.
“Now, take a fucking nap. Your new destination awaits you.” His voice didn’t sound close anymore.
All the noise around me began to fade just like the end of a song. My head dropped to the side, and darkness began to come for me. It held me tight, almost comforting.