Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,71

before they did that.

The thought of all of that had me sagging in defeat. I didn’t know if he was a good guy or not, but I put my head on his chest and let myself weep. Let myself feel the comfort of his arms around me while I trembled and shook in his arms. That got me a soft forehead kiss and both of his arms around me tighter. He repositioned me a little and tucked my feet under his leg, leaving my knees bent and my body on its side. I craned my neck to look up at him questioningly.

He stared directly into my eyes and caressed my cheek again before lifting up the hem of his t-shirt and using it to dry my eyes for me. He did this tenderly. But his expression? Hard as stone. Stone cold. Like he was filled with wrath.

He reached for my boots, which were off to the side, and pulled them closer.

I saw him reach into my boot beside his hip and covertly slide a knife out of the inner pocket I usually used for cash, a bank card and my phone.

Oh.

Oh!

This was why he kicked my flip flops under my bed and made sure to bring these with him. He’d seen me use the inner pocket at The Roadhouse and stuck his knife in there while I was in the bathroom back in the cabin.

He palmed it to under his leg, making eye contact with me. My eyes moved to the guys in the front. I couldn’t see the driver, but he was singing along to a country song on the radio. I could see the profile of the passenger though, and he was playing a card game on his phone.

Fork’s hand worked underneath his knee and first caressed the tops of my feet in what would probably be a soothing manner if I weren’t in the state I was. And then I suddenly felt like I could move my feet.

He’d cut the tape. I managed to swallow. I stayed still.

“Gotta take a leak,” Fork muttered.

“Gotta piss, too,” the driver, Kiddo, said. “Pullin’ over.”

“Get to a truck stop. Ten miles southwest,” Unc told him. “Then we can get coffee and food. Plus, I’m down to two cigarettes.”

“Naw man, been holdin’ it for almost an hour. Two seconds,” Kiddo said. And pulled the van over.

“Do not touch her,” Fork said to Unc.

I needed to pee, too, but no one had asked, and I couldn’t communicate.

He slid the door open and left me in the van, leaving the door just an inch or two open. Enough for me to scramble out with my hands taped?

I held my ankles together so that the split in the tape wouldn’t be obvious. My legs felt half-asleep though, so I wiggled my toes. I flexed my calves. I clenched and unclenched my thighs and stretched my neck and shoulders as inconspicuously as I could.

I breathed deep through my nose and then emptied my lungs. I tried to keep myself calm, centered, and ready so that I would be able to do what I needed to do if he was about to execute a plan.

The Unc guy looked back at me as I was scooting to get my back against the van wall. My eyes met his.

He snickered.

“We’re in for some fun today, little lady. Least there’s that,” he snickered, and I knew, immediately, that my idea of fun was not remotely what he meant. My blood went cold. “Until Chrissy gets us that half a mill off your daddy, this’ll be some fun to tide us over. Shit, but you got some pretty eyes, girl. Just like your momma.” He licked his lips exaggeratedly and then he laughed. “That woman is one of the best lays around. You know that’s why your daddy put up with her bullshit for that long, don’t ya? Interested to learn if you’re the same.”

More bile rose in my throat.

Please Christian Forker, get me out of this.

Unc leaned over to fetch a cigarette from a package on the dash. As he leaned, I saw an arm come in the side window and my body jolted as a knife was driven directly into the place where his neck met his shoulder.

The man made a loud gurgle sound and as his body sagged, the door was yanked open and Fork leaned over, getting the man’s seatbelt undone and pulled him out, dropping him on the road. He quickly slammed the passenger door and