Ash (Dragon Riders MC #3) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,33
into my throat. I tilted my head off to the side with just enough time to vomit my guts out onto the floorboard of the vehicle. David snickered as he slammed the door. I heard him running around to the front of the car as I reached for the door beyond my head. Hoping and praying I could get it open.
My efforts were no use, though.
Especially when the world was tilting over on its own axis.
“You really shouldn’t have run,” David said as he got into the car.
I vomited again. “I need a doctor.”
“What you needed was to stay with me. What you needed was to listen, Hannah!”
Why didn’t I listen to my cousin? “I need a doctor, David. I—the pain, it’s—”
“Incomparable to the pain you put me through when you left. Don’t you get it, Hannah? Don’t you get how much I love you?”
Tears flooded my cheeks. “David, what in the world are you doing?”
He cranked up the engine. “Taking back what’s rightfully mine.”
I dry-heaved in the backseat of the car as he peeled away from the crime scene. I knew it. I knew damn good and well he was the person that crashed me into, well, whatever I hit. Slash was right. My ex had been in town. And he’d been watching me this entire time. Did he know where Ash’s place was? How in the world had he tracked me down?
“David, please,” I whimpered.
“The time for begging is over, H. Now, shut up so I can think.”
I curled up against the backseat as pain filled my gut. I tasted blood on the tip of my tongue, and I started to worried about just how badly I’d been hurt. The car he drove moved much too fast and he took turns much too sharply. Which caused me to throw up bile all over the backseat. I couldn’t stop my stomach from turning over onto itself. I couldn't stop the pain from swallowing me whole. Hell, I couldn't even get my body together long enough to unlock the door and leap out of the car.
Not that I’d survive the impact in this condition in the first place.
Damn it, why does my stomach hurt so damn much?
“David?”
“Shut up.”
I sighed. “David, please.”
“I said, shut up, Hannah.”
I pulled myself upright. “Just listen to me!”
He cocked a gun and pointed it at my head. “Shut your fucking mouth and stay down or I’ll kill you and let you rot in your own vomit.”
My lower lip quivered as I nodded.
“Good girl.”
I wanted to claw the man’s eyes out. But I couldn't even focus on the seat in front of me. I laid back down in the backseat and gripped my stomach, hoping and praying that I didn’t have a concussion. I was dead on arrival if I had one of those. I mean, I didn’t know much about them, but I knew that if they were left untreated, they resulted in blackouts and comas.
And death.
“David, I really need a doc—”
“Did you not hear me!?”
His gun popped off and I shrieked. I curled up into the tightest ball I could imagine, pain be damned. Another bullet whizzed into the backseat and I trembled, trying to make myself as small of a target as possible.
“One more word from you, and the next one goes in your leg,” he glowered.
Strong and independent, Hannah. That’s you. So, do what you have to do.
When I heard him put his gun away, I slowly unfurled myself from my ball. I forced myself upright, despite how badly the world tilted around. I forced my swelling eyes to focus as I looked around, committing every detail of the inside of the car to memory. I ignored the stench of my own vomit soaking into my clothes as I studied the interior. Faded gray microfiber with a tear in the backseat on the left side. The right window directly next to my head had plastic over it because of the busted glass. And it looked like the right-side mirror of the car was missing completely.
But when I swept my eyes over the front part of the car I could see; I caught my ex’s wild eyes in the rearview mirror.
And I wondered if this was it for my life.
I have to find a way out.
David’s eyes connected with mine and I turned my head away. I swallowed down the bile creeping up the back of my throat and closed my eyes, trying my best to center myself. I had to think. I had