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"Hey!" Brown yells at the same time Amiri lunges for his brother, "Kor, stop!"
"Where the hell is she?" His hands push at Smith's shoulders again, his rage and anger wreaking havoc on his mind.
"We don't know!" The broken yell from Brown has my heart sinking. It's one thing to assume what's going on...but hearing that we lost our girl again is like a fucking punch in the soul.
"You son of a bitch! You told us to follow you! Now she's gone again. Lost!"
Just as Kor cocks his fist back, Amiri latches on to his arm and drags him away. At the same time, Brown pulls a gun out of her holster.
Holy shit.
Gripping Nolan's hand, I tug him behind me. I won't allow another member of my family to be hurt. I can't handle it. Peeling my eyes away from the pissed-off blondie, I take in Korren's hulking form. Only Miri is larger than his brother.
"Korren!" Amiri unleashes a bark I've never fucking heard come out of him. My back goes ramrod straight while Nol tenses in my hold against my back.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again...When our dark god is pissed, we all about piss ourselves. It's fucking terrifying.
"I'm sorry," Smith's voice breaks through the chaos, making all eyes zero in on his stoic form. All signs of pity and failure are gone from his face to be replaced by his indifferent mask.
"For what?" Nolan whispers behind me, barely loud enough for everyone to hear in the desert.
"We lost them. At some point, Kyle must have driven off one of the side roads. It was more logical for him to just keep heading north." Rubbing at the back of his neck, he continues, "I have a few members of the team following some of the smaller roads that branched off. We should have been able to catch up to him unless-"
"Unless he knew we were closing in," I finish for him. At their nods, my head dips. I feel Nolan's hand on my waist as I soak in that bit of fuckery.
He knows we are coming and that we are close. What does that mean for Eve?
Chapter 7
Evelyn
You know what would be great? To not wake up completely disoriented and coming off of drugs. In addition, I'd love not to have to wake up in the same damn dress that I've been wearing for who knows how long.
Oh! And I'd love to be able to move. My wrists and ankles are absolutely raw, the dried blood yanking on my little hairs. If I could make any request, though, it would be to wake up lying down. My neck and back are permanently screwed at this point.
Speaking of my neck, I slowly pick my chin up off my chest while I attempt to clear the fog from my mind. Glancing around, my brows dip in confusion. I ignore the dull ache of the wound above my eye. We are still clearly in the middle of nowhere, but now it looks like we are hidden off the side of a small road covered in some dry brush.
I would call it a forest if there were more than just a few flashes of greenery, but there isn't much in the form of life. In the early morning light, I see it's just more deserted and even less populated than the last time my eyes were open.
Shifting in my seat with a wince, I find Kyle sprawled out in the seat next to me. Disgust makes my chapped lips curl back in a sneer. He has one hand down his pants, and the other is splayed across my thigh.
Bile rises with absolutely nothing to purge out, seeing as I haven't been fed. Small demeaning sips of water here and there are all that I've gotten since that one slice of bread.
Wait...why are we here? I've come to expect that each morning I would be waking up in a shitty hotel chair. Instead, we are tucked away on some side road while the groping dipshit sleeps beside me.
I'd rather have a chair with him far, far away from me.
Flashes of yesterday bang through my pounding head. Kyle looked absolutely manic as we sped out of the gas station he chose for the day. Hazy memories of people pointing and yelling, then nothing but road flying by beneath the window my head rested against. The swerve of the car off the highway, then...nothing. Just darkness. Now here I am.
Grabbing his moist palm off my horrified thigh, I placed it back in his lap gently, not wanting to wake the beast. He's becoming increasingly crueler the longer we have been stuck in this car together. Although, that's only when I wake up for a few minutes after being drugged senseless again.
I think he's been using it more and more as his anxiety increases. I don't know if the nausea and tremors are from the drugs or just the entire situation in general. My body is becoming increasingly more uncomfortable the longer this goes on; my skin fucking itches and I feel sick.
Ugh, I have to get out of here before I'm useless.
I was rarely drugged for those seven years he first had me since I was always pliant...you know, drifting off into my memories. Now, though, he wants the old me back—the one who doesn't talk or move. Luckily, there have been no signs of him touching me down there.
The drugs, though...something isn't sitting right with them. Maybe it's the lack of food and water on top of it...but I am unwell. I know it's only going to get worse too.
