Page 69 of Rue

She couldn’t think at all. Her mind was trying to make her crazy, invaded with images and thoughts of Geo.

Her Geo. He liked it when she called him ‘Love’ and meant it. But had she ever meant it or was she just playing the part he wanted?

“Say? Come on, we gotta move, okay? You got all the rest of your clothes in this bag?” Davon asked her cajolingly, trying to get her to come out of her stupor.

Sailor refused to let go of her bag, shaking her head at Davon.

He took a knee in front of her, taking hold of her hands. “Say, lookit me, okay? We gotta move quick! I need your head in this, okay? You with me?”

Sailor stared at him, then went cold as the front door opened again.

“Shit!” Davon whispered. “Say, Mig’ll kill me if he catches me in here!”

Sailor looked at him, then shook her head. “Closet,” she mumbled.

He ducked into the closet and Sailor took a breath, watching the doorway with resignation. Mig was going to kill her.

His giant frame filled the doorway as he looked around the room, his eyes settling on Sailor as she sat hugging her bag. His hands were empty and that confused her. He wasn’t going to kill her?

Stepping in, he pulled her off the bed and looked in her bag, then let it go as he dragged her out of the room by her arm. He put her in the front seat of his car, an old Lincoln Town Car. Getting in himself, he pulled away without a word, glaring at theroad in front of him.

Sailor watched him fearfully, not understanding.

They left out of the city. Not towards the club, the warehouse, or Geo’s house. Out of the city entirely until there was land and fields. They kept going, Mig not even looking at her.

He was going to take her to the woods and kill her, then bury her. It was the only logical conclusion.

Half an hour after leaving the city, she finally spoke up. “Are you going to kill me?”

He didn’t answer.

“I need to pee,” she whispered, her cheeks going pink.

He still said nothing.

After another 15 minutes, she squirmed again. “I really do need the bathroom,” she told him.

He didn’t answer, but at the next exit, he pulled off. She thought there might be a gas station, but there was nothing as he turned and started down a minor road.

Ten minutes down that road, she shook her head. “I really do have to go, Mig! Please!”

He slammed on the brakes, then turned the car off. Getting out, he came around and yanked her out of the vehicle, then motioned to the side of the road. “Hurry the fuck up, bitch,” he hissed.

She didn’t argue or ask for privacy, she had to go too badly as she shoved her pants down and squatted there next to the car.

He put her back in and started back down the road again, seemingly more pissed than before. He took more turns and soon they were on dirt roads.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked softly, knowing he wasn’t going to answer.

He didn’t.

Finally, he pulled into a drive, one with massive, wrought iron gates and fencing. She could see an enormous house through the trees as they topped a hill on the driveway.

It occurred to her then that Mig was taking her to a bigger boss. Geo’s boss. Whoever he had answered to. Mig hadn’t killedher yet because someone else wanted to do it.

Pulling up in front of the mansion, she glanced around, but couldn’t pull up curiosity as Mig came around and got her out, then pulled her inside.

She went cold as they stepped in, Mig pulling her through a large, ornate foyer to a side room—a parlor. The house was ridiculous and pristine, so she was sure no one would blow her to bits here. Not in this room at least.

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