Page 16 of Snatched Princess

“You’re right,” I say, putting my drink down slowly. “It’s fucking way deeper than we think.”

Lara has a Desert Eagle .44 magnum in her hand. Where the fuck was she hiding that? She could have shot me the whole time! I didn’t give her that gun. Where the fuck did she get that from? This isn’t the time for semantics though because she’s got the cold-hearted eyes of a woman who’s primed to kill.

Her father. She’s going for her father. Dayum! It’s mine. It’s the one in my bottom drawer. Fickety fuck! I wasn’t watching her. She must have slipped out back to go get it.

“Holy shit. Go, go, go after her Snatch,” Fiona urges pushing me towards her.

“I plan to.”

I have to jog to keep up with her. I see her pulling the magazine back as her lip curls up into a snarl. “You going somewhere?” Stupid question, she’s going right to her father I can smell it.

She keeps staring out to the road. “Don’t try to fucking stop me.” There’s a nothingness, a pain etched in the orbs of multicolored eyes that has me stumped.

“Hey, talk to me baby. Come on, we’re past this, tell me what’s going on. Let me help you. What are we doing? Come on, what is it?” I’m not doing it right. This is not a woman I can stop. There’s no getting to her, she’s gone already.

Her footsteps are heavy, tears are flowing down her cheeks. The shit is bad. Real bad. I can feel my heart stomping through my chest. I don’t want her to regret anything she’s about to do.

Taking a drastic move, I jump in front of her to stop her. I hold her shoulders.

“This isn’t a good idea. You can’t do this. Stop. Come on.”

Tears are spilling onto the ground as she raises her arm cocking the gun to my temple.

Adrenaline rushes through my chest. She wouldn’t shoot me, would she? I’ve got a couple of seconds of life flashing before my eyes before I make a call.

Shit.

Fuck.

“I said. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. The. Way.” Her teeth are grinding, and her expression is like Psych’s when he’s about to lose it. I know this face and I ain’t about to lose my life, but I can’t let her go without me. I’m in love with her. I’ve been in love with her since I ‘snatched’ her up.

I follow her as she ghost walks out to her bike. It’s all I can do. If I don’t… she might go on a killing spree.

Chapter Nine

Lara

I’m somewhere else now.It’s my seat.I deserve it with all I’ve gone through. It’s mine and I run it. Savage Outlaws, the female heir to the throne. Mine, and that bitch isn’t going to take it from me. I clench my teeth together as I ride on the back with Snatch.

Good. I can use some back up. Whiskey’s got my system lit and if bullets have to spray in order for my father to learn, that’s what it’s going to be. I hold onto Snatch’s waist as I slide the pistol into his left pocket keeping it warm. The stars are bright, almost as bright as the moon. Pretty, so fucking pretty. I wonder what his head’s going to look like once I splatter it against the club walls with all the crew there. I laugh hysterically as the frigid wind hits my teeth. I close my mouth fuming as Snatch rides into the belly of the beast with me.

I can’t think about him now. I have to do what I gotta do.

Snatch cuts the engine as I look at the warehouse. I swing my leg over the bike pacing back and forth. I tap the gun against my head. “Fuck!”

Snatch looks scared, but he’s man enough to stand with me. “What’s your move? It’s all you. I’m with you, whatever’s going down,” he commands in his deep voice. I can see his pupils through the dark, and I’m jumpy. Dirty head banging music is playing, and that’s exactly what the Outlaws do every night.

“I want his seat. I’m going to kill him. If he doesn’t step aside, I’m shooting him in the face. That’s the plan. You good with that?” I’m willing him to stop me, but he doesn’t. He simply stares at me through the night unblinking with his hands in his pockets.

“You do what you feel is best. You got back up, but when we go in here, you know it’s on… anything can happen.”

“You can stay out here if you want. I’m not asking you to die for me. I don’t want you to do shit,” I say, spitting on the ground and mashing it into the dirt. “All I can say is the seat is mine. My father is a bitch and I’m going to take him down, there’s nothing else left to do.” I tilt my head as the music gets louder and I hear the guys whistling. It’s pitch black, but I can see they’ve got a whore dancing. I can see her form moving. Her breast’s swaying back and forth. I want to throw up and have to put my hands up behind my head. Snatch’s gaze follows along to the door to see what I can see.

“Ahhh. Good timing when they’re vulnerable. I’m with you. You lead.”

I move to the side of the warehouse, and its corrugated walls are caving in almost. It’s a dirty, dank filth ring inside. Dark Angel’s shit is so much better. They have decent pool tables, booths, chairs a bar that’s not fucked up. Savage Outlaws has a tin shed with leakage problems and only half the amenities the Dark Angel’s possess, again if my father ever listened to anything I had to say he would change it.

“Spread those ass cheeks!” I hear one of the cretins call out. I can’t let the words seep into my skull because it’s going to affect me. I have to block the shit out. I still my heartbeat letting the vision ride through my brain. I can see it. His face right before I blow his head off.

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