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There’sacreeponeither side of me, but I’m not worried. My man will come for me. He will, and if he doesn’t come, my father will. I relish in it all for a moment. No matter who comes for me in a few days, I am going to be walking away laughing and most of the people in this car will be dead. Such is life. When you touch the princess of Arkham, it’s basically a death sentence. I’ll play along with the cute little game. My gaze turns to the man on my left. I fixate on him, and he shifts uncomfortably.
“You know,” I say in a deep, soft, purring voice. “When he finds you, he’s going to murder you. He’s going to murder you all.” I laugh, turning to stare at the man on the right instead. “The sooner you return me, the more likely he will be to show mercy.”
“That depends on who you’re calling ‘he’, darling.” The driver replies from the front seat and his voice feels familiar.
“All I’m saying is the minute you cross the city line,” I draw a line across my throat. “Dead men walking.”
The two goons next to me exchange worried glances as the driver glares at them in the rearview mirror. They tied my hands in front of me, but it doesn’t stop me from leaning into the guy on my right and setting them both against his thigh. He shifts nervously, which only makes me smile. “If you let me go, maybe we can work something out.” I fall into his lap like a good little kitten and bat my lashes.
“Get her up,” the driver barks out. It’s an order and the other guy doesn’t disobey. He grabs my arm and pulls me back up between them.
“Thanks for helping me up. We hit a bump, and I fell right into his lap,” I reply with a smirk, leaning into him.
He grunts, trying to avoid my advances, drawing the attention of the driver. “No more talking. Shut her up. There’s a roll of tape on the ground.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you boys. If you tape my lips shut, you know who might cut yours off. Plus, you know how it is. Once you start cutting body parts off, it’s hard to stop.” My eyes cut to the man on my left’s crotch and he shoves me towards the guy on the right.
He pushes me back towards the center seat and they both scoot away from me, leaning against the windows to avoid me. The driver’s grip on the steering wheel tightens in agitation. “Stop letting her get into your head. What are you, a bunch of cowards?” He snarls.
I can tell I am working my way under his skin now and the guys next to me would rather be anywhere but here. Ironically, I may as well continue to press my luck. They can’t kill me or they would have done it at the house. It would appear I can press as hard as I want since they need me alive.
“Yeah, you guys, we are all going to be pals. No reason to be so afraid of me. You can both enjoy your time until he shows up and unalives you.” My maniacal laughter echoes around the car’s interior.
“Hey man, I don’t think this is such a good idea anymore. I think I want out.” The guy on the right says to the driver.
The car jerks to the right as the driver steers us off to the side of the road and slams on his brakes. He’s totally pissed now. I can tell by the way his hand forms a fist before it comes down hard into the steering wheel.
“Fine, you want out? That’s fine. I hope you’re happy,” he growls as he hits the unlock button on the door. The guy on the right moves to open it and I hear the click of a gun being cocked. “There’s only one way out. I won’t make this easy. You sure?” He asks.
Next to me, the guy on my right pulls his hand from the door and leans back in the seat. “I changed my mind. We’re cool.” He replies, his voice trembling ever so slightly.
“Anyone else?” The driver hisses, and I can’t help myself.
“Me. I want out.”
He throws the gun onto the passenger seat with a roar, then pulls the car back onto the road. We drive in silence for a few minutes. I like to let him think he’s won for now, but his irritation with me is only going to fester. I plan to push him to the point of blackout rage. Hopefully, he will turn on me and these two morons can save me, then return me in exchange for their lives and leaving town forever. It’s my only option for now, and if he doesn’t snap, then at least I had some fun irritating him.
“So boys,” I say, breaking the peaceful silence they were enjoying. “Where are we going to, anyway? Don’t worry, it’s not like I can tell anyone, but there’s something else I should probably tell you about before we get there.”
The two men next to me exchange looks with one another again. The driver is less than happy with my sudden outburst. “Christ, what is it now?” He mutters through clenched teeth.
“Well, I figured it’s only fair if I tell you I have a tracker in my body. Wherever you are taking me, it’s going to lead him right to us. I figured if it was some kind of super secret safe house or something that you should probably know, it might get messy.”
Inside, I’m laughing hard at the way they are eating my lies so easily, but outside I remain cool and collected. I want them to second guess every move they make. The more they second guess themselves, the more likely they will be to screw up. The driver doesn’t even respond. His only response is to floor the gas pedal, speeding towards his drop location so he can wash his hands of me. I’ll remember who he is, though, and I will get my revenge. Dumbass has a scar on his hand, making him easy enough to identify.
“Suit yourselves then,” I sigh, leaning back in the seat and pursing my lips. My job here is done.
Theywrestledablackbeanie over my eyes. I kind of let them win after I gave the guy on my right a bloody nose. There’s a pretty good chance his nose is broken. I felt the crunch when my elbow connected with it. I have no idea where we are going, but I memorized the turns. They took me outside the city limits. It’s going to set my father off and then all of Arkham is going to rain down on them. That is, if Christian doesn’t make it to the men who did this first. If he does, there’s no telling what he will do to them, but there won’t be any survivors. It’s part of the rules, no loose ends. Christian’s redemption hinges totally and completely on finding the men who did this and eliminating them all of them, before my father and his forces arrive.
The car stops and the driver gets out. After several moments, the doors open and I am shoved outside. A new pair of hands replaces those of my original captors. These hands are rougher. They grip me tightly, as if they know what’s coming for them. I guess they figure if they’re going to die for their involvement, then it may as well be worth it.
“Is that it then?” The driver asks.
An unfamiliar voice replies, “Yes, that will be all for now. You birds are free to fly away.”
His voice is deep, smooth, and that of a much older man. Nobody addresses me, thankfully. It will make it that much easier to confuse my new captors. I hear car doors close, which means my old captors are only too eager to put some distance between us. It won’t save them. Christian will find them and he will kill them. I’m ushered forwards as I am slowly led indoors. We walk through a series of turns before arriving at a set of stairs. I’m flung over someone’s shoulders. They are carrying me down the stairs, going out of their way to keep me unharmed. Why go through the trouble of kidnapping me if you aren’t even going to rough me up, I wonder. Their gentleness is no match for my spite. It doesn’t stop me from kicking the guy who has me over his shoulder repeatedly.
