Page 81 of Bound by Desire
I pull harder, the tape tearing at my skin. The steering wheel moves just a bit, but it’s notenough.
“Seeing you drown while borrowing my car … such a travesty.” She shakes her head in mocksadness.
“You really think anyone is gonna buythatshit?”
Biding time. That’s what I needtodo.
I look at the dash and see the time is eleven thirty-eight. Deke’s been picking me up from Schade’s. He’ll know I’m not there. I just need tobidetime.
“Doesn’t matter. You forget Lance here knows a coroner? He’s going tohelpme.”
My mind scrambles. “He went to school with him, but he doesn’t talk tohimnow.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Lance growls, throwing his fist across mycheek.
Not going to lie and say it doesn’t burn, but I don’t give him the satisfaction. I feel a twinge of blood run down my lip, but I don’t bother swipingitoff.
Asshole.
“Whoever pulls me out is going to see the tape on me. Did you think of that?” These two are a bunch of idiots. No police officer is not going to put that in a report with a dead body.Please.
“That’s the good part. Lance is going to go in and cutthemoff.”
“The fuck I am,” he challenges. “That wasn’t the deal. I was to get her in the car. Did that. My shit is over. Give me my cash.I’mout.”
I laugh at their stupidity. “You mean to tell me, you’re going to put me in the lake, tied to a car, and he’s going to swim down to me and take the tape off me … in thewater.”
Stupid fucking morons, I tell ya. At least I know they don’t know how to hide adamnbody.
“You want to get paid, you’ll do what I say!” Aunt CB pulls out a gun—my gun—and points it at Lance. Her hand is steady andknowing.
Alright, shit’s getting real. Maybe CB isn’t as stupid as I thought, but she damn sure iscrazy.
“Stick your foot in, release the brake, and put it in neutral. Now!” Aunt CB yells atLance.
He holds his hands up, fear in his eyes. What apussy.
When he reaches in, I slam my head into his, using all my might, causing his head to hit the wheel. He cries out in pain, moving out of the car and holding his nose as blood gushes outofit.
I prepare for the strike to my face, and he doesn’t disappoint, but this time, it’s two, his hand slipping on the second one from all theblood.
“You fucking bitch!” heroars.
Aunt CB puts the gun to Lance’s head. “Do it,” sheorders.
I prepare myself to strike himagain.
I pull at my feet, realizing they are taped to underneath the seat. If I remember right, this car has a lever with a side opening to it. If I could wiggle my legs out, I couldgetfree.
“Go on the other side, you idiot!” Aunt CB yells, and Lance listens. “I’ll push down the brake; you do the shifting. I don’t know why I picked such amoron.”
“Me, either,” I grumble, waiting for the opportunity to elbow, knee, or head bunt either one of them. This time, though, they don’t give ittome.
Keep astraighthead.
I suck in a deep breath and run the scenario in my brain, the entire time pulling and moving my legs, trying to get free. The windows on both sides of the doors are rolled all the way down as the car begins its roll intothelake.
Holy shit. This isn’t happening. This can’t be fuckinghappening.
