Page 22 of Bound by Wreckage
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Nox
A metal boxpresses into my back as I twist the throttle and push the bike into the distance. No one is behind us as we weave through the streets. Carsyn’s leg trembles besides mine, no doubt scared as hell. But she called and that’s the first step to getting hersafe.
Getting close to Sumner, we pull up to an old warehouse and I cut the bike.
“Hop off.”
She hesitates. “Nox, I don’t know if I can.”
It’s then that I take a look at Carsyn and rage boils in my veins. I’m going to fucking kill him. She’s beat to hell, and it must’ve been her final straw. Either way, she’s out. Now, to keep her out.
“I’m going to help yourleg over, and we need to hurry. There are a shit ton of security cams around here that will show we came in here.”
As easily as I can I lift her leg, and she manages to get off. She doubles over in pain. I unlock the door swiftly, pick Carsyn up, and put her inside on a chair. Tears stream from her eyes. “Hang in there.”
It kills me that she’s in pain and I’ll help her as much asI can, but our safety has to come first. No matter how much it pisses me off or hurts to see her like this, for this moment it must be pushed to the back burner so I can get her out of here safely.
She nods as I get my bike in and locked in the small compartment in the side of the building. Ravage uses this for lots of things. Today, we’re using it as a way to get out undetected. Goinginto the storage closet, I grab a backpack opening it up wide. Inside sits cash, IDs, gun with ammo, keys and a phone. I sling it over my back and make my way back to Carsyn.
“I’m gonna pick you up, and we’re movin’ fast. Okay?”
“Where are we goin’?”
“To get you safe.”
My arms lift her lightweight body, in need of some meat on her bones. Fuck. I hate that motherfuckerand the shell he’s left her in.
We make our way to the back of the warehouse, and I maneuver to open the door. Darkness surrounds us as I climb the stairs taking great care to not miss a damn step.
“Nox, what’s going on?” The panic in her voice does something inside of me. Anger isn’t even the word for it. I’m not sure what words would work.
“Hang tight. Trust me.”
She gives a small chuckle that seems forced. “I’m not big on trusting anyone.”
“You’ll learn, my family and I, we have loyalty in our veins.”
She quiets as I flip the switch turning the underground lights on. The tunnel is dark and damp, but it serves its purpose.
Carsyn’s body flinches every so often and I don’t want to hurt her, but we have to get out of here. I should’vecalled my brothers to come with me, but I feared if I did, she wouldn’t have left with me. Then she asked me not to tell anyone, confirming my initial thoughts.
We move through the tunnel, my arms beginning to strain, but there’s no way she’s walking this. Climbing up a set of stairs, I open the door. We’re in a second place that’s three blocks away from the first. There’s a nice four doorChevy Impala sitting ready to be used with unmarked plates.
“I’m setting you on your feet for a sec.”
“Okay.” She trembles and reaches for my arm to help hold her up. Moving quickly, I get the car unlocked, opening the back door.
“I want you to get in here and lay down for a while. I’m going to get a blanket from the trunk and cover you up. I’ll turn the air all the way upso you don’t burn up, but we have to make you disappear.”
On a small nod, she climbs into the car. She’s shaking so damn bad from the pain that I hope there are some meds in the trunk. It’s been a long damn time since we needed an escape plan, and I’m not sure it’s been restocked in a while.
The trunk pops open. There are several things inside, but I grab the blanket and the bagwith the first aid cross on it. If there’s anything it would be in there.
Swiftly, I cover Carsyn, jump in the car, and crank up the air conditioning. The first aid bag has a few things, but nothing that’s going to last. “Can you take pills without water?” Note to self, put fucking water in here.
“No,” she croaks.
