Talk about music to my ears.
Ballard, of course, didn’t like this news especially when his men told him who it was Carson ran to.
“Fuckin’ whore. Why Bryce and Lance want you to stay alive is beyond me? They gave you to me, making you my problem yet won’t let me just kill you right off the bat. Instead I have to just make you suffer until they give me the go ahead. You’re nothing but a waste of space who should be shot in the head like the mangy bitch you are,” Ballard sneers, kicking me in the stomach causing me to groan in pain.
“Get up, bitch,” he orders, leaning down and gripping me by the nape of my neck as he pulls me up. “We need to get out of here before that bastard of yours sends the cavalry to save you.”
How I wish that were the case?
Carson’s dad isn’t going to be coming for me. Doesn’t matter if he finds out the truth or not. I stood against him when I should have fought to stay with him.
Reason Bryce and Lance want to keep me alive is because according to them my medical knowledge would come in handy when they needed me to help. Bryce Callaghan was the man I was supposed to marry. He and his brother literally flipped a coin to see who would win. I can at least be thankful I’d been given this much time without feeling the ramifications.
Is this their way of getting payback for all this time I’d stayed under the radar? I don’t know, but if Ballard doesn’t kill me, his beatings will surely do it for him. My ribs are throbbing, head aching with blood running into my eye.
Dragging me to his car he’d had left parked nearly a quarter a mile away from my house, Ballard opens his trunk and throws me inside. “Not about to take any chances with you trying to get someone’s attention,” he snarls slamming the top down.
Great. I’m going to be stuck in a trunk for God knows how long.
Fuck my life.
What did I ever do to deserve something so messed up?
My mind drifts off and sleep claims me for what I can only hope is the last time in order to avoid the horrifying torture coming my way.
Coming to, fear consumes me as my nostrils start to burn.
What is that smell?
It almost smells like gasoline. Glancing around the tight space I try to figure out where it’s coming from when I hear Ballard’s voice. “Yeah Bryce, I had the bitch in my grasp, but she slipped through my fingers.”
What?
No, I didn’t. He’s lying and I’m trapped in the trunk of his car.
“No problem, boss, I’ll continue to look for her, but I think you need to just wash your hands of this bitch. She’s not worth the headache. She’s nothing but bones, you know how fucked up it is to fuck a bitch like her and all you feel is her tail bone.” Ballard pauses for a moment. “Yeah, boss, she’s fuckin’ hideous now. You wouldn’t want to sink your dick in her any more than I do,” he cackles.
“Right, I’ll see you later on, I’m just getting rid of any evidence just in case she calls the cops and what not and gives my description.”
Um, what?
How can I go to the cops, let alone describe someone when I’m locked in a freaking trunk?
Silence surrounds me and I believe Ballard has left the room, leaving me here to die like this. It’s then I smell the smoke as well as feel the heat blazing from a fire that’s been set close to me.
Oh no.
I need to get out of here.
Twisting and turning I try to think as panic begins to set in, searching for a way out I run my hands along the walls of the trunk and above. Finally, I find a small bottle opener shaped thing and pull on it. Immediate the trunk unlatches; smoke assaults my lungs as I push it open. Coughing I climb out of the trunk and stumble. My eyes burn from the smoke, I’m barely able to see anything.
Spinning around I try to see something, anything. Everything is clouded by the smoke and flames as they grow closer. If I don’t find a way out of here soon, I’m as good as dead. Without thinking I just start moving closer to the flames. In any direction I turn I realize I’ll have to run through them in order to get to safety.
For once I believe I have luck on my side as I spot a doorway on the other side of the flames. All I need to do is get through there and I should be able to get somewhere safe and call someone, anyone. At least, I hope I’ll be able to, I could easily be running into a trap with Ballard lying in wait.
No that’s not it. He wanted me dead. I heard him.
Shaking my head, I will just have to take my chances.
Without another thought, I run as quickly as I can through the flames, feeling them kissing my skin. I can’t help but scream as I make it through the doorway and fall to the ground to put the flames out. Tears stream down my face due to the sheer agony of it all.
Rolling to my stomach, I pull myself up the best I can to my hands and knees. I crawl a short distance before collapsing onto the ground, my face hitting dirt. My last thought being grateful Carson was with his dad.
I could die happy now knowing this.
Closing my eyes, I listen to the roaring thunder coming in the distance.
Chapter Seven
Pitch Black
When I’d gotten back to the clubhouse, Carson immediately waylaid me with his form soon as I put the kickstand down and climbed off. For someone
