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“Come out, come out, wherever you are. And maybe we’ll deliver you to the boss without trying out the goods.” I scooted as far back into the cellar as I could away from Lorenzo’s goons' voice.
“Shut the fuck up Marcel, she won’t come out if she thinks we’re going to touch her. Damn it, you’ve probably just lost us any chance at getting her to come out. We’ve been tracking this bitch for the last month, she’s not stupid.” I watched through the floor slat as two of Lorenzo’s goons seemed to have it out. I’m guessing the one getting manhandled is Marcel. Maybe they would give up trying to find me ifI could evade them a little longer.
“Come on Victor, she ain’t coming out no matter what we say. And she can’t be that smart, she turned down Lorenzo. What woman turns down a man like him? A stupid one I tell you.” Victor shook his head before pushing Marcel back a little. Well now this was interesting; it looked like not all was roses in Lorenzo’s camp of followers. Maybe he could be an ally if I’m captured, maybe he’d help me escape.
“And that right there is how we all know you don’t know shit when it comes to women. Not all of them need or want a man in power. This chick obviously had power herself, before her little motorcycle club bailed on her, so she didn’t want or need Lorenzo’s.” Well Victor clearly knew how women think, or at least some of what we think.
“I’m hoping now that they ditched her she’ll be more apt to take him up on his offer. But honestly, I don’t give a shit as long as I get to go home and get the fuck out of the damn boonies. Now help search.” All right Victor was still a dickwad so much for maybe finding an ally in Lorenzo’s crew.
They started moving about the cabin. I could hear doors being opened and shut swiftly; they must have been looking through the cabinets. A big bang, that had me muffling my screech again, sounded from the back bedroom area. They must have flipped the big ass bed in the room, hoping I was hiding under it. Dust started filtering down on me making it harder for me to see anything. The couch and loveseat took a dive next, as they flipped them over, not that I could hide under them, they just wanted to destroy shit.
“She’s not fucking here!” Victor growled out as he stomped around the living room.
“Where the fuck could she have gone? Her fucking car is here, there’s no way in or out except the way we came, and we’ve been watching that road for two days with nobody coming or going. She has to fucking be here!” Victor shouted the last bit right before I heard the crash of the small kitchen table hitting the floor.
“What if she went out into the woods? Like some kind of survivalist shit.” Marcel suggested. I smiled to myself hoping they might latch onto that idea. If they thought I was out in the woods they might split up and try to find me out there.
“I seriously doubt she went all Rambo on us, but let’s at least check the perimeter to see if we can find any tracks leading away from here. She might just be hiding somewhere close by waiting for us to leave. I’d say the only way she knows how to survive is by spreading her legs, but the bitch has been giving us the slip for the past month. FUCK!” Victor stomped out of the cabin followed by the rest of Lorenzo’s goons. I let out a sigh of relief as I heard them yelling at each other from outside. They weren’t very bright if they thought yelling for me was going to get me to come out of hiding.
It felt like hours passed before I heard their car start and the gravel kick up from their exit. I knew deep down they wouldn’t go far; they knew I was here somewhere. Waiting an extra few minutes to be sure they didn’t come right back, I inched my way out of my hiding spot. Luckily when they tossed the living room the love seat only landed slightly on the hidden door, but I still had to push pretty hard to get it to move.
“Fuck!” I grunted as I used my shoulder to push, it finally gave way and I was able to climb out. Looking around the cabin it looked like a rampaging bull visited me. Everything was upended, my clothes were strewn all over the bedroom, and my table was utterly destroyed in the dining area. Lorenzo’s men would need to regroup, probably call him to find out what he wanted them to do next. Hopefully, that would keep them busy long enough for me to grab some shit and make a run for it.
Snatching up my clothes that were thrown all over the floor, I quickly packed what I could in a small bag. I had to keep moving, if I could just keep moving, I could avoid capture. Somehow, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to avoid being captured forever, but I had to try. There was no way I was just going to give up without putting up some kind of fight. I made my way through the wreckage that was left of the front door only to be greeted by the sound of guns being cocked.
“Well. Well. Well, look what we have here gentlemen. Looks like our little rabbit came out of her hole.” I glared at Marcel as I looked around to the five thugs aiming their weapons at me. Maybe I could make it back inside before they shot me, but where would I go?
“Don’t even think about it little rabbit, you’re surrounded. Now put the bag down and come with us nicely.” Oh, this fucker didn’t know who he was dealing with. Nicely wasn’t even in my vocabulary, let alone something I knew how to do.
Throwing my bag at Marcel’s face, I sprinted toward the woods, hoping I could clear the trees before they got a shot off. I knew Lorenzo wanted me alive; I was counting on him wanting me in one piece too.
“Sonofabitch! Get her! You cunt! I’m going to enjoy watching him break you.” Marcel raged as the bullets began to fly.
“Marcel you fucking idiot! I gave you one fucking job, and you couldn’t even fucking do that right. Don’t fucking hit her!” Victor's voice rang out from somewhere behind the cabin. Marcel hadn’t been lying, I was surrounded, but I was just a few feet from the trees. If I could make it into the trees, I could hide, but just as I reached the tree line, a hard body slammed into me bringing me down. Twisting and clawing at my attacker, I screamed as he pinned my hands above my head with ease.
“Marcel bring me the zip ties.” Up close, Victor was an imposing figure, broad shoulders, thick arms, chiseled jaw, and eyes the color of whiskey. Those eyes held no sympathy as he tightened the zip tie on my wrist, nor when he pinned my legs down so Marcel could do the same to my ankles.
“Do you think you can behave yourself when I get up?” Glaring up at him, I refused to answer.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so. You know you could have made this much easier on yourself if you had just said yes to him. Now I’m forced to drag your ass back to him. Then I’ll be forced to get rid of your body when he’s had his fun with you. Do you know what that does to someone?” Victor spoke evenly to me as he got up, bent down, hoisted me over his shoulder and started walking. He acted all butthurt he’d have to dispose of my body, like it was my fault and not his fucked-up boss's fault.
“So I’m supposed to feel bad because your psycho boss wants what he can’t have? You understand how assbackwards that sounds right? Your boss couldn’t take no for an answer so he had to send his little goon squad to get me.” My body bounced against Victor's massive shoulder as he continued to walk. Where the fuck was, he taking me? If he thought, I’d feel an ounce of sympathy for him he was sadly mistaken.
“Actually, I expected you to take his offer. Not many women resist him, you’re a rare breed.” Victor slid me down off his shoulder, leaning me against their car.
“Get the trunk opened. I’ll be sad to see this body destroyed.” Victor lightly caressed my cheek with a sad look in his eyes. I tried to jerk away from his touch.
“Poor fucking you, bet it hurts me more than it does you asshole.” Victor grabbed the back of my neck, yanking me against him.
“You’d be surprised what hurts me doll.” Wow cryptic much.
“Marcel, help me get her into the trunk.” Marcel rushed to his side looking more than happy to help. Victor reached down for my legs while Marcel grabbed my arms, at least it was supposed to be my arms. Instead of my arms, he grabbed me by my tits.
“Hey asshole those aren’t fucking handholds.” Marcel just laughed, Victor growled, and I just prayed they didn’t fucking drop me. Surprisingly, they are both gentle as they set me in the trunk, Victor even placed a blanket over me. This dude was really fucking confusing me; he was being semi-nice while simultaneously kidnapping me to hand over to his pyscho boss.
“What did the boss say, Marcel?” Victor ground out as they both stood by the open trunk.
“He said not to touch her, she was his. Remember that?” Fury clouded Victor's eyes, and Marcel took a step back.
