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matter-of-factly.
She made a move to jump off but he grabbed her, held on as he slid onto the bike and pumped the pedal, his motions smooth and sure . All around the idling engines came to life in roars of thunders that nearly split her ears.
"You better hold on or your brains are go ing to be all over this street," he declared as he revved the motor one more time then took off.
Fear, alcohol and the force of a 120 mph wind in her face made her compliant as she tightly wrapped her arms around his waist. As far as she knew she was going to her ultimate death.
She cursed the damn Sangria . And that damnable Ms. Barton.
CHAPTER 5
Crazy. This whole situation was insane , surreal . Yet thro ugh the miasma of wine and fear she knew it was actually happening. She was hanging off the back of a crazy bike r in the midst of even crazier bikers on her way to something horrible and right now there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it short of jumping to her death . She couldn't really fathom how this had happened. Just this morning, she'd been part of a sane world where the only bad thing she 'd faced was continued unemployment. In perspective, not so bad.
Being murdered by a marauding gang was so much worse.
If only she'd kept her promise to God and not succumbed to her urge for barbecue . She could have been finishing up her Sangria followed by catching up on a novel or magazine . Instead of being here.
She wondered how they were going to kill her . W ould anyone even find her body? She thought of her parents and friends, they wouldn't even know she was missing . That is, until they caught images flash ed on tonight's news showing her kidnapping captured on the street cameras.
Also, someone might be able to provide an eyewitness account.
Maybe someone had even caught a license plate number. God, she hoped so.
She whispered a prayer in her heart, her soul, begging God to spare her this destiny. And again, she foreswore barbecue …this time for life.
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Fuck, fuck, fuck! The litany of "fucks" ran through his head even as he worked the throttle . This situation was so fucked he couldn't see his way out of it. Unfortunately for the woman, t here was only one ending.
He thought about what was going to happen to her , what was expected of him .
It was a matter of ego and face. It was a matter of life and death. His life for her death.
He blamed the stupid woman for putting herself in harm's way in the first place . What the fuck had she been thinking throwing that piece of meat at him? Still i f he'd kept his balance , none of the crew would have caught on. And he could've just kept riding.
She was going to die because he'd lost control of his bike. And because she was obviously crazy. Nobody went up against a crew of bikers with a piece of…rib?
He felt her arms tighten around him as he maneuvered a sharp curve. Skeet, riding along side Dele 's bike glanced over, smiled at the woman. The smile was rife with promise . Skeet didn't have a woman of his own.
Sometimes death was preferable to other things . Dele had figured that out very early in his life .
Still, h e was a cop. He couldn't kill an inn ocent. Someway, somehow he was going to have to save both their asses. And come up with $50 grand worth of heroin . All within days. A very pressing agenda .
Her hand grab bed at the material of his shirt that stretched along his abs . He f elt the desperation in her grip. With her touch arose an idea, a way that he might be able to save her … in the meantime , anyway . It was t he only other way for him to save face with the gang and keep her alive. He knew instinctively she would resist the idea but it was either that or eat lead. Or take cold steel to the neck.
And at least it'd buy them some valuable time while he figured a way out of this shit of a mess.
The bikes raced along the freeway toward El Sereno where the gang kept one of its many dens. The sun was hot on his bare head, seared his
She made a move to jump off but he grabbed her, held on as he slid onto the bike and pumped the pedal, his motions smooth and sure . All around the idling engines came to life in roars of thunders that nearly split her ears.
"You better hold on or your brains are go ing to be all over this street," he declared as he revved the motor one more time then took off.
Fear, alcohol and the force of a 120 mph wind in her face made her compliant as she tightly wrapped her arms around his waist. As far as she knew she was going to her ultimate death.
She cursed the damn Sangria . And that damnable Ms. Barton.
CHAPTER 5
Crazy. This whole situation was insane , surreal . Yet thro ugh the miasma of wine and fear she knew it was actually happening. She was hanging off the back of a crazy bike r in the midst of even crazier bikers on her way to something horrible and right now there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it short of jumping to her death . She couldn't really fathom how this had happened. Just this morning, she'd been part of a sane world where the only bad thing she 'd faced was continued unemployment. In perspective, not so bad.
Being murdered by a marauding gang was so much worse.
If only she'd kept her promise to God and not succumbed to her urge for barbecue . She could have been finishing up her Sangria followed by catching up on a novel or magazine . Instead of being here.
She wondered how they were going to kill her . W ould anyone even find her body? She thought of her parents and friends, they wouldn't even know she was missing . That is, until they caught images flash ed on tonight's news showing her kidnapping captured on the street cameras.
Also, someone might be able to provide an eyewitness account.
Maybe someone had even caught a license plate number. God, she hoped so.
She whispered a prayer in her heart, her soul, begging God to spare her this destiny. And again, she foreswore barbecue …this time for life.
###
Fuck, fuck, fuck! The litany of "fucks" ran through his head even as he worked the throttle . This situation was so fucked he couldn't see his way out of it. Unfortunately for the woman, t here was only one ending.
He thought about what was going to happen to her , what was expected of him .
It was a matter of ego and face. It was a matter of life and death. His life for her death.
He blamed the stupid woman for putting herself in harm's way in the first place . What the fuck had she been thinking throwing that piece of meat at him? Still i f he'd kept his balance , none of the crew would have caught on. And he could've just kept riding.
She was going to die because he'd lost control of his bike. And because she was obviously crazy. Nobody went up against a crew of bikers with a piece of…rib?
He felt her arms tighten around him as he maneuvered a sharp curve. Skeet, riding along side Dele 's bike glanced over, smiled at the woman. The smile was rife with promise . Skeet didn't have a woman of his own.
Sometimes death was preferable to other things . Dele had figured that out very early in his life .
Still, h e was a cop. He couldn't kill an inn ocent. Someway, somehow he was going to have to save both their asses. And come up with $50 grand worth of heroin . All within days. A very pressing agenda .
Her hand grab bed at the material of his shirt that stretched along his abs . He f elt the desperation in her grip. With her touch arose an idea, a way that he might be able to save her … in the meantime , anyway . It was t he only other way for him to save face with the gang and keep her alive. He knew instinctively she would resist the idea but it was either that or eat lead. Or take cold steel to the neck.
And at least it'd buy them some valuable time while he figured a way out of this shit of a mess.
The bikes raced along the freeway toward El Sereno where the gang kept one of its many dens. The sun was hot on his bare head, seared his
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