Page 1 of Snatched Princess

Chapter One

Snatch

Sheriff Hunter. This fuck, sniffing around like a hunting hound. Most of the bastard cops had turned to get in their cars, but this persistent piece of shit is riding on my last nerve. Dark Angels are lined up along the entrance, softly guarding it.

Since the van is back, it’s the main priority now. Fiona got us across the line -, but pigface here is thumping on the side of the van. He’s got a nerve to thump his hand on the side. He hits it so hard it starts rocking. Slash spits on the pebbled asphalt stepping forward as Sheriff punk Hunter makes his command.

“Open up the van,” he directs in a hoarse tone, setting his feet apart with his arms crossed. Dickwad. I rub the back of my neck a little nervous because if that door opens, we are royally fucked.

Oh, this bitch wants to rumble.It’s cold out and the sharp cut of Serenity’s night chill is irritating, right along with this clown in front of our van.

Slash shakes his head walking forward on the approach. He lights up his cigarette. He’s a few feet away from the nosey bitch. He blows smoke right in his face, causing me to cough.

The Sheriff don’t like that none. He waves the smoke furiously out of his face as if he’s trying to catch it. I smuggle a laugh. If he hears it, he might hang around longer so I gotta be quiet.

"Nah fuck that. You want us to open that van, you better come back here with a warrant." Slash drives his point home with a finger directed to the ground.

Tension like a tug-of-war exudes from both. Sheriff Hunter wants to rip him to shreds badly. I can sense the violence in his eyes. For once Slash has it right. I cock my eyebrow as Sheriff Hunter reviews me. Ain’t no point for him to do that. I am not budging. I cross my arms defiantly, ready for a showdown. I’m strapped too, and it’s ride or die up in this bitch.

“Blow smoke in my face again, you chump and I fuck up your little van.” Slash angles his jaw, tilting his head at the Sheriff in the moonlight.

“Is that right?” Slash tests him and I see Sledge thump Psych on the chest out the corner of my eye. One second passes. Three. Five seconds, and the bastard Sheriff starts walking away, but not without some lip. His other brethren are leaning out of their car doors preparing for whichever way the show goes.

"We'll be back you Nazi motherfucker!" Sheriff Hunter calls out

If I had a cannonball, I would fire it right in his face blowing his head off his shoulders.

"Who you calling a Nazi? You fucking pig!" I spit out. I hate the cops, always have. Even that lousy informant we had. If he’d been doing his job, we wouldn’t be in this position. Maybe… He’s too much of a coward to do anything, all he does is stare at me. I dare him with my eyes primed, my muscles coiled, but he walks off with his hand on his gun like that’s gonna do something.

At a snail’s pace the cops drive off one by one. Nobody dares to open the van. Psych gets antsy to rush to it, but Slash holds him back.

“Nah, nah. Wait it out. We don’t want them circling back and shit. Chill. Grab a joint or something for another few minutes.” Slash dismissively waves his hand at the crew, and I waste no time sparking up the celebratory joint in my pocket.

Grinning hard, I spark up. My Dark Angels got no idea what a nice treat I got for them. Well for me. I got a treat for getting the coke back. I deserve a little something. I inhale the green letting the good shit hit my lungs.Oh yeah. This is my shit.

“Alright, we’ve waited long enough. We got our shit back boys!” I say rubbing my hands together.

Sledge and Bull roll up the van’s side door. I watch and wait for their reactions. Sledge pokes around as I let out a hollow laugh.

“What the fuck are you laughing about?” Psych frowns.

“Wait for it,” I state, pointing to the van.

“Motherfucker!”Sledge grits out, but my face drops when I see the fine white residue floating in the air. I march over to the van confused. Nah, must be just off the top…

I got myself a nice one this time. The dirty blonde is balled up in the back corner like a scared little rabbit.

“Who the fuck is this?” Slash points to my human grab. I wiggle my tongue as I pull my beanie down a little more.

“What? I found me a nice snatch, so I snatched it, yeah baby.” The patches chuckle but Sledge and Bull aren’t in the mood for play.

“Well, your ‘snatch' dumped our coke.”

This fucking bimbo. Who does she think she is? Embarrassing me and shit. I let my mouth drop for a minute, then close my trap real quick. Anger fuels the next move as I duck my head inside the van, yanking her out of the shadows.

“Fucking bitch! Did you snort it huh?” I tug at her hair as her hands fly to her head to protect herself. I have to really pull hard to get her out. She’s got an extra level of strength and it’s annoying. Her svelte body wriggles violently, twisting and turning to try to shake loose of my grip. She kicks out as I struggle to hold her at arm’s length avoiding her frenzied wrath. The more she kicks the angrier I get.

“Get her under control Snatch. What the hell is this shit? Am I in fucking twilight zone or what? Bull holds his hands out, shaking his head at me. I’m still pissed she hacked into the stash.

---