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Not giving a fuck if the guy behind me saw, I moved my bracelet down and my fingers stealthily gripped the pointed charm.
Getting out of zip ties was easy if you knew how to do it. Struggling against them would only end up hurting you. The easiest way for me right then was to move the locking pin to the side or break it. One little, flimsy piece of plastic was in my way to freedom—of my arms, at least. With ease, I was able to loosen them enough that I could slip my hands out when the time came. For now, I decided it was best to let everyone think that I was still bound.
Now, my legs were a different story. I could do the same thing, but that would require time and movement that would be too noticeable.
Looking around, I located the closest weapon. That happened to be that motherfucker standing right next to me, his gun tucked into his waistband like a dumbass, his shirt tucked behind it like a loud siren screaming at me to take it.
“No, I think I’m going to give you another dose and have my boys here fuck her as you pass back out. Then I’ll kill her and there is nothing you can do. Because I can see that look in your eyes.” Savage let out a laugh. “You somehow fell for her. Maybe this turned out better than I’d hoped. How does it feel to lose all those you care about, huh? That poor boy of yours, dying all because you chose to stand behind your club and not give a second thought about him in that decision.”
Noah went crazy, struggling against his bindings like a man about to come unhinged. The growl that escaped him was loud enough to pierce my ears. A man stepped up behind him and stuck a needle in his neck, but it did nothing to settle the beast.
Then like all the energy had been drained from his body, he relaxed. He was still able to hold his head up but I could see his eyes becoming unfocused. Now was the time to make my move. There was no way I could carry Noah out of here on my own and I needed to get him to move while he still could.
The window shattered as the sound of a whizzing bullet flew past my head. The guy behind me dropped to the ground with a deadthud. I didn’t have time to think about where that shot came from or who might be behind it. I threw myself back as I freed my hands, the chair hit the floor and broke apart. The only problem was, the bottom half remained intact.
With all the strength I could muster, I swung my legs, and the chair bottom, at the asshole that was beside me before he had a chance to duck. My hand grabbed his gun and I brought my legs up at the same time. Once he was on his back on the ground, I wasted no time slamming my legs down on his face. Blood spurted from his nose as he wailed in pain. That worked! The chair broke enough that I was able to pull the splintered pieces away from my legs. Jumping to my feet, I aimed the gun at Savage.
Aim at the king and all the pawns will fall in line to take the bullet. And as the rest of the men scurried back, I realized it was so true. But what I’d missed was Savage pulling a gun and firing at me. There was no ducking out of the way at that point. I just prayed that it wouldn’t be a deadly blow.
“No!” Noah’s voice rang out and from the corner of my eye I saw him all but rip himself out of his bindings. It was insane and un-fucking-humanly, to say the least. And before I could blink, his body was in front of mine, taking the bullet that was meant for me.
“Fuck, Noah. No, you jackass,” I said, the words coming out a bit more calm than I felt inside. Another shot rang out, this time from behind me and another one of Savage’s pawns fell to the ground.
Silas. I thought as I got to my feet and all but dragged Noah behind me, heading for one of the downstairs bedrooms. I knew Silas would provide enough cover fire for us to find a way out.
Noah wasn’t doing well. Not only had he been given a dose of something that was obviously meant to put him to sleep, but he’d also been shot. Without much thought, I ripped a drawer out of the closest dresser and threw it against the window, never losing stride. I pushed out the broken glass as much as I could without getting my hand sliced the fuck up.
Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Noah struggling to keep his head up and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. I just needed to get him into his truck. I grabbed the back of his shirt, and with all my might, hauled him up to his feet. Next thing I knew, his weight was toppling me over and out the broken window. I hissed as the jagged pieces sliced my skin. We landed with a hardthumpon the gravel driveway below.
“Come on, you need to get up,” I all but begged Noah. He started to rise but with the pace of a donkey.
“Help me get him up,” Silas’ voice came out of nowhere as he magically appeared beside me.
We hauled Noah’s lax body up and managed to get him to the truck, his feet occasionally moving to help the process along. Once inside the truck, he slumped against the door and I could tell he was doing his best to fight off the drowsiness.
“Here.” Silas handed me a burner phone. “Now go,” he said as he shut the door and disappeared into the darkness.
Without wasting another second, I fired up the truck, thankful that the damn key was right there in the ignition. I took off with a speed that was not safe at all for the one lane, narrow road down the mountain.
Once I was a good distance away from the cabin, I picked up the burner phone and called the only person that could help me.
“Hello,” Lucy’s voice sounded strained. Then I remembered that she probably didn’t recognize the number.
“I’m out, but he’s hurt. I can’t take him to a hospital and I need to know where to go,” I blurted out all at once.
Tears stung my eyes as I chanced a quick glance over at Noah. He looked peaceful, but I could see the blood soaking the side of his shirt. If only I could have stopped for a few minutes, I’d be able to tell how bad it was. But that wasn’t an option. All I could do was hope that we made it somewhere safe soon.
“I’ll text you directions. There is a chapter of his club a little over an hour away.” Then she was gone and a few moments later I heard the ping of her text hitting the phone.
An hour could mean life or death. Hell, a minute could.
I shot another quick glance over at Noah, not wanting to take my eyes off the road for too long, and noticed that the blood spot wasn’t spreading. A little sigh of relief escaped my lungs. All I could do was hope that it was just a scratch.
