Time passes in a blur, my thoughts dark and dreadful. I can feel the driver cutting through lanes quickly, the smooth road has to be a highway with how easy the car moves. Lights flash through the hood, the burlap revealing nothing. Finally, we start to slow, making me wonder if they’re just going to kill me here and now instead of delivering me to Cruz. Dumping my body over a bridge or in the ocean where I’ll never be found. The driver slams on the brakes causing the car to stop abruptly. Someone throws the doors open, and a cool breeze makes my sweat slicked body shiver. Hands grab my legs to drag me over the seats before flinging me to the ground, the rough asphalt scraping my side. The burlap is tugged off my head and the sudden brightness of the parking lot lights I’m lying under blinds me.
My head swivels left and right, taking in the rows of Ferraris in different colors, realizing I’m in a car dealership parking lot. The ropes digging into my wrists and ankles are cut away and before I can stand, a car engine purrs loudly to life behind me. Spinning around, I see two sets of matching grins behind skeleton makeup in the BMW i8 leaning out the passenger side of the car. Four familiar eyes look at my shivering, practically naked body huddled under the parking lot light.
“Sweet little bitch, you have... say about two minutes before the cops show up,” Dalton says in a gruff voice, looking up and down my body with a wink.
Nicky sits in the front passenger seat and pulls a gun out, aiming right at me. I squeeze my eyes and pray it ends quickly. I thought I’d see a Joker on the other end of the gun but I guess fate has a twisted sense of humor. Five shots ring out rapidly, the sound of them hitting metal before I realize that the pain never comes. Peeking my eyes open, I see Nicky rolling his eyes and he stares straight ahead as if I’m not even here while gesturing to Logan to get going.
“Baby, I love how those booty shorts hug that ass. Can’t wait to see it bouncing on my dick.” Tey cocks his head to the side. “Can you hear that? Dalton, what’s that sound like man?” He chuckles darkly, playing with his lip ring as he stares at the tattoo on my hip.
“Sounds like the cops. Better hurry!” Dalton snickers, snapping his teeth at me.
The skeleton makeup design really gives them the image of death, the hollowed cheekbones, the way it makes their gazes stand out against the black smudging around the eyelids.
“We shall see who makes it back home first,” Logan taunts from the driver's seat, leaning around Nicky with a smug grin.
He punches the gas without waiting for an answer from me, the tires leave skid marks on the pavement and it’s suddenly just me stranded in the lot. When I turn around, it’s to see three Ferraris dented in bullet holes and broken windows.
Those motherfuckers left me for bait. I can’t have the cops catch me, I’ll go to jail and Payne will find me in no time. He has eyes and ears everywhere, the system doesn’t stop him. The sound of sirens gets louder and I say fuck it. My chest heaves as I glance around frantically until I spot a black Ferrari F8 Spider inside the dealership building and run barefoot across the parking lot. It’s not like I have a crowbar or my knife to mess with the wires to start a car. With no other choice, I grab the largest rock of their display outside the windows, grunting under the weight, and toss it at the glass window. It shatters into tiny pieces and a loud blaring alarm starts up the moment the rock makes contact with the glass. If the cops weren’t coming before, they are now. I grind my teeth as I step onto the shards, blocking out the pain and the bloody footprints I’m leaving behind. My running limp is pathetic as I hurry over to the flashy sports car. The driver’s door opens easily because of course, they don’t lock them up inside. Rolling my eyes, I quickly jog over to the receptionist’s area and see the keys I’m looking for on a hook under the desk. Do they think because it’s a high brand of a vehicle that no one would dare break in? Guess so.
I climb onto the driver’s seat, I take a moment to admire the sleek leather material under my panty-clad ass, the smooth wheel my hands slide over. Key in the ignition, it roars to life like a beast and I’m spinning the car in seconds in a one eighty with burning rubber and smoke. Deciding not to pull a Dukes of Hazard because I do have some class, I burst through the already shattered glass floor to ceiling window. The car jumps over a small curb, a sound like crushed metal reaches my ears and it causes me to grimace in pain for the Ferrari.
Just as I’m racing out of the lot, the flashing blue and red lights peel around the corner, picking up speed to chase after me. Throwing the clutch down and stomping my bloody foot on the gas, my teeth grind at the pain but it’s forgotten as I’m pushed into the seat and the car shoots forward. The way this car moves between the few vehicles on the back roads is a dream. It’s like sailing over water, just above the surface. The siren of the two cop cars behind me get louder, gaining up on my rear, closer and closer. I switch over into oncoming traffic, barely missing plowing into a truck, and sideswiping a few cars that are parallel parked on the road with sparks flying.
“Shit. Come on, come on!” I grunt out, shifting gears again to pick up speed once I’m back on the right side of the road.
Los Angeles is like one big maze, I hardly know the way back to Logan’s but luckily there are freaking signs everywhere that lead me right to Beverly Hills. It’s probably for the best if I stay off the highway, considering it’s a one way and I’ll eventually get caught. A carefree laugh bursts out of my mouth when I glance in the rearview mirror and see the cops fading in the distance. The Ferrari is too fast for them to catch up and for some reason, I’m laughing so hard that tears form in my eyes. One second I’m whooping and cheering at the risk, the way I outran the cops, and then the next second I’m a woman possessed. I’m angry… no, I’m livid.
How dare they? To so carelessly leave me out there in my underwear and to take the fall for their actions… I’m out for blood. Time flies when you're driving like your life depends on it, the city lights flashing by so fast that they are a blur, and then all of a sudden you’re in a quiet neighborhood with everyone’s perfect lawns, perfect families, and perfect lives. I don’t care if the Ferrari is waking the whole neighborhood up or how the bumper is probably dragging against the ground, scratches up and down the vehicle… I want my piece of flesh before I leave California far behind me.
The gates are wide open when I pull up to Logan’s house, so I speed up the long driveway and come to a quick stop with the tires screeching. I throw the door open with the keys still in the ignition, and limp over to the open garage door where laughter is coming from. I’ll worry about the pain I’m in later, right now, I want to cause pain to someone else. The first person who comes into view is Logan and I don’t think, my body just reacts. With a scream of frustration and hate, I run at him, my fists flying, looking for any body part that I can reach and will cause harm.
“You fucking cocksucker! You guys left me for the cops! What kind of asshol-” I’m ripped away from Logan, kicking and scratching at any exposed skin I can get to until a cellphone is thrust into my face with a video playing.
It takes me a second to get past the red haze that I’m trapped in to understand what’s happening.
“This, my darling, would be called blackmail,” Nicky states, coming into view with his cold emerald eyes pinning me into place.
I slump in Tey’s arms with confusion clouding my brain, absentmindedly noticing it’s him swaying us both by the small cut on the back of his hand that’s placed over my stomach.
“Blackmail? I don’t…what?” I continue watching the video of me breaking into the dealership and hijacking the Ferrari like a car thief, some dirtbag criminal doped up on drugs.
Only a crazy person would steal a car in their underwear. I was set up just so they could get blackmail on me?
“You wouldn’t want this plastered all over the news stations, would you? Takes only one phone call to have the cops here in minutes and the Jokers to find out where their missing princess is,” Nicky threatens softly and deadly, his plan all too clear now.
I’m a pawn in a game I can’t win. He puts his phone away and steps back, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“No,” I whisper brokenly, feeling lost.
“Yes,” Tey taunts in my ear darkly, using that wicked tongue of his to lick the shell of my ear, his tongue ring giving me shivers before he bites down hard on the tender flesh.
“We own you from here on out,” Logan states, his pupils expand with the possessive look he gives me.
“To do what we want with.” Dalton finishes for Logan, reaching out to grab a lock of my hair, and twirling it around his finger.
I smack his hand away and buck against Tey’s body in an attempt to break free but it just causes him to groan in pleasure with how much I’m wriggling against him.
“Get on your knees,” Logan demands smoothly like whiskey over ice, his lips set in a firm line and his honeyed eyes watching me, just waiting for me to fight.
