Page 64 of Rogue

An ambulance is blocking the view of the ER entrance and the alleyway we’re in runs both ways. He pulls me after him down the alley, completely unfazed by my kicking, screaming and writhing.

“You gotta settle down now,” he says as we reach the side walk. “We have to find a taxi.”

“What kinda kidnap job is this?” I snap. “You’re abducting me in a cab?”

I should probably watch my mouth, given what a psycho he is, but this is just too fucking much. Why does everything in my life always go to shit the moment it starts looking up?

“Just stay still,” he hisses, pulling me down the street while looking around to catch sight of a cab.

The street is pretty much empty, given the late hour, meaning no one is reacting to our argument. The ones who do notice that something’s going on take one good look at Unholy and keep walking. He’s a mountain of a man.

“We gotta try the next street over,” he hisses and pulls me into yet another dark alleyway.

“What is this, Unholy?” a man asks behind us as soon as we enter the alley. “You leaving without us?”

He turns to face the guy, twirling me around with him. “Yeah, she’s mine. Back off.”

The short, stocky guy who spoke isn’t alone. Four more are with him. I can’t make out their faces because the alley is dark and the light is behind them. But I don’t need to see them to tell this isn’t gonna end well.

The stocky guy advances, while the other four do their best to encircle us. Unholy still has his arm around my neck, but he’s now waving his gun around, pointing it at the approaching guys.

“She’s coming with me, Tito,” he snaps and actually sounds like he believes he can make that happen.

The stocky guy just laughs.

“You shouldn’t have double crossed us,” Tito says. “Now you’ll die.”

The four guys rush us. One of them kicks at Unholy’s leg while another two yank me from his arms. The light from the street illuminates a knife right before it slashes Unholy’s arm which he lifted to protect himself. The fifth guy yanks the gun from his hand right before he goes down.

The two holding me are dragging me back by my arms, deeper into the dark alley. I kick and scream and try to break free so hard I feel like my arms are about to pop out of the sockets.

Unholy is kneeling on the ground as Tito raises his gun at his head. A shot rings out just as we reach the end of the alley way and I lose sight of the scene.

“No!” I scream, I don’t even know why. All I know is that I was probably better off with Unholy.

“Yes, precious,” one of the guys holding me hisses. They’re both breathing hard from dragging me. “Now settle the fuck down or I’ll knock you out.”

“Where are you taking me?” I ask.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” the guy says.

The street we’re on is even more deserted than the one running by the hospital. But a white van is approaching.

I yell and scream and fight the guys holding me as hard as I still can, hoping the driver will see and stop. Or at least call for help.

He stops and sticks his head out the window. It’s Tito and all hope vanishes into the black hole that is suddenly my chest.

“Put her in the back,” he hisses. “We gotta go!”

They throw me in the back and shut the door, casting me into pitch darkness. Every muscle in my body aches and my throat is raw from screaming.

I’d hoped to at least get a view of where they were taking me, it’s why I settled down when the guy threatened to knock me out. But now even that hope is dead.

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I have half the MC with me, the rest on the way. We’re hiding in the darkness surrounding the parking lot in front of one of Clive’s unused strip clubs. It’s far from civilization, at the end of a rutted and overgrown road, but it’s swarming with Hydras. There’s at least thirty of them, and they’re busy loading women and a bunch of large, black cases into vans, trucks and cars. I’d love to have the whole MC with me to take them on, but what I have will have to do, because I’m not letting them drive away.

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