Page 165 of Lost
All four tires explode as I drive over something in the road. The side street has abandoned warehouses around it. Whatever typically houses them are long closed and I’m not likely to be able to find anything open.
What’s worse? The black car that drives out to block me from any forward progress I might be able to make with fucked up tires.
“Words, Nova,”Caleb growls. “Give them to me.”
“I drove over nails or something but I think they were put there so my tires would explode. I’m a sitting duck, Caleb. There’s a car blocking the road now,” I explain, looking for the knife he gave me before I left the club.
At the time, I thought the wicked looking blade was overkill. I don’t think that anymore.
“Don’t get out of the car,”he says.“I’m headed your way and calling the Dresmond pack. I know they just had a baby, but they’re the closest to you.”
I open my mouth to say that maybe that’s not necessary as two men get out of the car with guns brandished in their hands. Fuck a duck.
Finding the knife on the ground, I pick it up and shove it in my coat pocket.
“Just a heads up that they have guns, Caleb. They’re also coming toward me. Shit!”
Ducking down as the men choose violence and shoot at my windshield, I gasp as I’m grateful that it doesn’t shatter. What I’m not prepared for is one of the men jumping on my hood and beginning to kick in the windshield. Holding my phone in my hand, I climb into the back and choose to jump out the side door.
“I love you,” I gasp into the phone. “Tell the guys.”
Running despite the fact that I know that they have weapons, I leave the phone line open and shove it in my pocket. I can’t focus on whatever Caleb is saying with the wind screaming around me, tearing my hair from its previously formal updo, but at least this way he can track me.
The ground is slick with snow and black ice, and there’s not any light since it’s a new moon out.
“It’ll be worse for you if you run, omega whore!” the voice yells.
From what I was able to see, these men were wearing ill fitting suits, and none of the mafia men I’ve been around would be caught dead in something as pedestrian as that. It reeks of outsiders.
The stories I’ve heard of people kidnapping people off the street fill my mind, but to go so far as to detour someone like this seems a little much.
“Ahh!” I scream, skidding to a stop as a bullet is shot at me and hits the ground beside my feet. Turning to face the men, I’m breathing hard as I wait to see what they want.
Running will just get me shot and possibly killed.
“What do you want?” I ask. “I have a pack. Taking me is not in your best interests.”
“Having a pack is easily fixed,” a beta with a wicked scar on his lip says. “We have a way to break the bonds.”
My eyes widen, horror radiating through me and into my bonds. I didn’t think they could ever be broken.
“That’s a lie,” I breathe. “Do you really want the Irish mafia looking for you for the rest of your lives? That’s the kind of trouble you’re looking to borrow by stopping me from leaving.”
“You’d freeze before getting anywhere safe,” the other man laughs. His voice reminds me of someone who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day, and I think he may be a beta as well. “Although freezing would be a blessing in comparison to being sold at auction.”
“What auction?” I ask before I can tell myself to shut up. Where this wave of bravery is coming from, I have no idea.
I’m willing to say that the heavy, somewhat reassuring weight of the knife in my pocket may have something to do with it.
“Does it matter?” Ugly Lip sneers. “You’ll still be sold to the highest bidder and fucked until one of these dicks kill you.”
“My pack is coming for me,” I say, my hand hidden in my pocket. “I just came from the home of a pack who has a reputation for killing without thinking. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“We aren’t from here, Little Omega. Name drop all you want, but we have our marching orders,” Pack a Day sneers. “No one will care if you have a bullet or two in your body if you give us trouble. It won’t change how well you can fuck and be bred.”
Stalking toward me, he grabs my arm and yanks me forward. My heart begins to pound as I twist my head toward the road behind me, which is completely empty. The idea of willingly being part of any of the shit Pack a Day just said makes me queasy.
However, I doubt that I’ll have any say in it and that’s the point.
