This man is crazier than a shit house rat. His hand tightens around my throat painfully and the gun he’s been waving around angrily is now digging into my boob. Wonder if there is enough meat there to slow a bullet, like maybe I have a super boob? Oh shit, I totally need to design a bulletproof bra! Maybe with some lift, too.
“Shut the fuck up!” my enraged captor hollers at Nicole, who is crying and sniffling over Lawson’s unmoving form.
Okay, so maybe agreeing to help Lawson rescue Nicole was a bad idea. But after he begged me, telling me about how the FBI couldn’t find anything substantial to make an arrest and that Lou was planning to sell Nicole to a buyer located in Mexico, I couldn’tnothelp.
Lawson lays still in the dirt. He’s alive, I can just make out his chest rising and falling. His breathing is shallow but it’s there. The severe bruise forming on his head is what Nicole should be worried about. If we survive this, he is going to have one nasty headache.
Lou, my angry captor, continues his rant, jabbing the gun into my poor little boobie each time he thinks he’s made a point. “Is this what you wanted, Nicole? This piece of shit who can’t even fight for you?” Boob jab.
Hey now. Lawson is a damn good fighter, he’s just a little hard up for this girl. Love blinds even the champions.
And Lou here is a sneaky son of a bitch who doesn’t fight fair. Hiding and attacking Lawson from behind is not what I would call an even playing field to judge his skills. I mean, Lou’s the one who bought this girl on the black market and kept her locked up in some shed on his back acreage. What kind of person does that? A psycho, that’s who.
When Laws and I were cutting the ropes off Nicole’s wrists, Lou hit Lawson with a shovel. He went down hard. Nicole clung to me like a life raft. All I could think in that moment, staring at pervert Lou licking his lips like he just won a dollar scratch-off at the gas station, was that I was scared. All my “let’s be a hero” fled as soon as he snatched me, throwing me in the back of his trunk.
I remember hearing him scream at Nicole the whole way to the barn, declaring his wrath.
“Now, you’ve done it, bitch. You’re going to watch as I kill your precious savior. His death is on your hands. Do you hear me? You’re going to watch as I drain the life from his hopeful eyes.”
Nicole cried softly.
“I told you what would happen if you tried to escape. I told you! And you didn’t believe me.” Lou paused before chuckling. “At least you brought me another. Maybe I’ll sell you. Your pussy was getting rather boring. I’m going to enjoy breaking in that blonde firecracker.”
His evil laugh caused tears to roll down my face in uncontrollable waves. I wanted to tell Cade I was sorry. I wanted to love Theo one more time. I wanted to play football with the guys and dance with Vic. I wanted to tease Hayes about being such a slut and argue with Mason about Killer’s real name. I wanted to finish learning curse words in sign language to shock Tim into a smile. I wanted…
I want to live. For my boys.
I’m going to start listening to the guys more if I make it through this ordeal. I’m just kidding. I’ll agree to weigh their opinions more heavily but I’m still me, and Lou is not going to change that by scaring the shit out of me.
“Answer me, bitch!” Lou’s roar in the empty barn echoes against the stalls, bringing me back to the present.
Nicole doesn’t answer him. You go girl! Show this asshole you have some balls. Even though she holds firm in silence, she keeps rubbing Lawson’s head, trying to reign in her crying.
Ok, for fuck’s sake. This motherfucker needs to be put in his place.
“Can we hold off on the name calling?” I tease, trying to lighten up the room. No one ever said I was a competent negotiator.
“Shut up, bitch!” He squeezes my throat hard enough that I begin to panic. “This is all your fault! You think you can save everyone? Huh? You think your boy is better for her than me?” He jams the gun into my temple, making me wince.
Fuck! That did not feel good, Lou.
“Tell me!”
I cough when he eases up on my trachea. “Look, we don’t want any trouble. I just want to get my boy and make sure he is okay and then, you, me, and Nicole can work this out.” My voice croaks as I glance at Lawson. He should have woken up by now.
Lou laughs. He fucking laughs in my face. Stank breath and all. “You think I am going to let you go, sweetheart?”
Oh hell no. He did not just say sweetheart. What a prick. I open my mouth, ready to tell him where he can take his fucking sweetheart, when Lawson groans. Nicole starts crying again and grabs his face. He still hasn’t opened his eyes but at least he is moving.
“Get over here, Nicole!” Lou screams in unbridled rage.
Nicole starts to sob uncontrollably, not wanting to leave Lawson’s side. Lawson finally opens his eyes and looks confused as he grips her hand.
Lou, frustrated with Nicole’s lack of obedience, gives my tit another hard poke. Gah! Can she stop fucking crying already? This dick is going to permanently ruin my boobs if she keeps at it.
I reach my hand out to Nicole, hoping she has some sense of self-preservation and takes it. She looks at me and then back down to Lawson. His gaze bores into mine and it’s like he’s silently asking me if I’m sure. I give a quick nod to relay that she really needs to fucking get her ass up and over here pretty damn quickly. With resignation, he puts his faith in me and softly murmurs something to Nicole.
She scoots toward me and reaches out her hand, hesitantly placing it in mine.
