Page 127 of Break Out

I struggled against Mug’s hold and screamed. The fire pit was so far from the clubhouse, I wasn’t sure if anyone would hear me. Worse still, the wind carried my screams in the wrong direction.

“Stop fighting,” he grunted.

“Give me the damn thing,” Josie said.

Mug handed her a small syringe. I didn’t have a fear of needles, but terror ripped through me at the sight of Josie holding that needle.

“I’m pregnant! You can’t shoot me full of drugs!”

A condescending smile curved her lips. “Are you scared for your baby? Good. You should be. I don’t know what Special K does to pregnant women. Guess we’re going to find out.”

With all my might I shoved my weight against Mug’s frame, but he held steady. I screamed and twisted my head down to keep Josie away. My efforts were futile though because Mug had the strength of an ox.

“Watch where you’re aimin’ that thing,” Mug said.

Josie stood right in front of me. I felt a pinch, and in no time, the world went black.

“Are you sure she’s the right woman?” Mug asked.

I forced myself not to open my eyes as I gained consciousness. The longer they thought I was out, the longer I had to figure out what to do next. Not to mention, I had the worst headache in my entire life, keeping the light out helped.

“Yes, I’m sure. He brought her around two weeks ago,” Josie said.

“She don’t look pregnant,” he said.

My shirt suddenly lifted.

“See that? Those are pregnancy shorts, they have that waistband to support the belly,” Josie explained.

It took effort not to open my eyes when my shirt fell back into place.

“Where’s Knuckles? I want my money. I did what you assholes wanted, I need to get paid.”

A voice deeper than Mug’s asked, “What’d he promise you? Three hundred?”

Three hundred dollars to abduct another woman? Josie wasn’t just a bitch, she had no sense of worth.

“That’s not what he promised me. It’s between me and Knuckles.”

“Bitch wants more money, Sledge,” Mug said.

“You think I don’t know that?”

Josie’s tone lost some of its bitterness. “I didn’t say I want more money. I made a deal with Knuckles and he’s the only one I’m going to talk to about it.”

I let my eyes open just a crack and I got my first glimpse of Sledge. He had bloodshot brown eyes, and his frizzy hair looked like it was two months past a decent haircut. Though if he were aiming for a mullet, he’d hit that mark. He wasn’t as well-built as I expected a second-in-command to be.

“I need a hit. Did you snort all the coke?” he asked.

That might have something to do with his physique.

“Nah, man. We just got back here half-an-hour ago,” Mug said.

“Wake her up, she’s takin’ up too much space on the couch,” Sledge said.

Since I didn’t want anyone touching me, I shifted enough for them to recognize I was awake.

“Christ. Why didn’t you tie her up? Get her wrists,” Sledge ordered.

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