Page 45 of Karma
“No shop,” Brock sighs.
“The only shop I ever had was when I was married to Maggie. It was on the property, but Nero was never there. I washed my hands of him after his mom refused to get him help.”
“How could you just walk away like that?” Venom asks. “Not even my mom did that to me, and she was a raging bitch who let her boyfriends and husbands abuse me.”
“Margaret had just given birth to Zane, and I had another family to protect.”
“Father of the fucking year,” Colt says.
Sighing, he looks outside.How do I find you, baby? Help us find you.
Chapter Fifteen
Griffin’s Beach
Lex
Okay, Alexis, think. How are we getting out of this?
Lex looks around the small space and sees nothing but darkness. The radio in the cab plays some type of screaming metal, and she knows this was always Phillip’s plan. He just needed an opportunity to grab her, and the music is strategic. If she screams, no one would hear the difference.
The bass thumps loudly, and her ears ring. The headache is sure to come soon, but she has to focus. There has to be a way out of this.
Finding the taillight, she kicks and kicks, the sound thankfully drowned out by his music. She finally busts through, and she’srewarded with light shining into the darkness, giving her the ability to see her surroundings in the confined space.
Two can play this game, asshole.
Twisting in ways that pull muscles she hasn’t used in a while, she flips over to look out through the only chance she has to get the attention of the outside world. Except all she sees is scenery swimming by. The sound of a motorcycle may or may not be in her head, and she worries it’s just wishful thinking. Her mind playing tricks to avoid going insane with the terrible music, thumping bass, and crippling fear.
No cars. No motorcycles. No people. The hope that Lucas reached out to someone quickly enough to ensure Colt is coming for her fades as quickly as the trees by the road fly by.
On the off chance there’s a car coming towards them rather than following behind them, she sticks her arm out and waves wildly.
If someone sees an arm waving through a taillight, they’d call the cops, right? And where are the fucking cops when you need them? A kicked-out taillight would definitely be grounds to pull him over.
A bug hits her arm, and she curses, pulling it back into the trunk. It hurt enough to confirm Phillip has the pedal to the metal, and she doesn’t know how long they’ve been driving. She doesn’t know if they’re even still in Griffin’s Beach anymore.
The release latch!
She searches along the door, hoping to find the emergency latch. She sees the cover and tears it off, but her heart sinks. The lever has been broken, and the wire it pulls looks welded to the metal beneath it.
The music stops, and she holds her breath. As uncomfortable as she is, she’d much rather continue driving than stop. Stopping means torture and death. She remembers how it the medicalexaminer estimated Nina endured around two weeks of torture before she died.
I have to find a way out of this trunk. If not, I don’t think I’ll survive. And I don’t want to live through whatever sick plan he’s cooked up.
“Alexis!” Phillip shouts from the front seat. “Can you hear me?”
Maybe if I don’t answer, he won’t talk to me. I need time to think.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. It’s not like I need your responses to have a conversation.”
Great… I get to listen to a narcissist shout at me until he’s driven me to my final resting place. Yay me.
“Our father is a real piece of work. I fucking hate his guts, and I considered giving you a chance. You probably don’t remember, but we’ve met before that day at the cafe. You were too preoccupied to give me the time of day, and that’s when I knew you were just like him. That you had to die.”
The car bounces over a railroad track, and she’s thrown high enough to hit her head on the trunk lid. A compartment beneath her she hadn’t noticed opens, and she reacts too late to stop the tire iron before it hits her in the face.
“Fuck,” Lex mutters, her hand covering her bleeding nose.
