not the only one the devil likes to dance with. “I want Abby.”
“Sorry, you aren’t my type.”
Eric’s eyebrows lift. “What type is that?”
I glance to my left, then right, the sensation of the walls closing in suffocating me. “I prefer the athletic type. Big, strong. The type that does homework. Maybe doesn’t send people to put bullets in my body. Crazy shit like that.”
Eric nods at each of my descriptions. “You’re saying you’re picky.”
“High-maintenance—that’s me.”
“Come with me, Abby, and this will be easy.”
I glance behind me then, and three of Eric’s boys are coming up behind us. Damn. I whisper to Tommy, “We have trouble.”
My grip on my switchblade tightens as Tommy assesses how bad we’ve tumbled. His eyes flicker to my hand and I can almost hear his groan that I’m not packing like him.
“You’re going to have to run,” he mutters. “Go for the party and then stay down. The moment you open your mouth this place will be hotter than a war zone.”
Leaving Tommy behind feels wrong, but he’s right—our best chance at survival is only a short run away.
“I just want Abby,” Eric says. “Give her to me, and you can walk.”
“Seriously, Eric, I’m not your type.”
“You run, Abby,” Tommy whispers. “He’s here to finish what he started in the alley.”
Eric’s cold blue eyes meet mine. “Heard that. Where were you taking Abby, Tommy? Because your car is parked by the strip mall.”
Adrenaline mixed with anger courses through me and Tommy’s already explaining, “He’s talking shit. Messing with your mind. Rumors are everywhere on the street on how you’re mentally off your game. Eric’s using that to his advantage.”
“Remember the night the cops busted the street race?” Eric asks.
The entire world zones out, and for a brief few seconds, it’s only me and Eric. I protected him that night. Gave him a place to lie low until the cops were done running the streets. I did it because it was an opportunity to hold something over him. To be owed a favor from an enemy if something should ever explode within Ricky’s organization.
“Come with me now,” he says, never breaking eye contact.
Too many thoughts colliding at one time. No fucking way Eric’s here to save me...
Eric inclines his head. “Take her.”
“Run.” Tommy whips out his gun, and as if synchronized, Eric does, too. The two of them enter a hideous showdown, but I don’t stay to watch. I do exactly what Tommy says...I run.
Footsteps pound against the ground behind me and I don’t have to look back to know that Eric’s boys are in pursuit. I’m not as fast as I should be. My energy zapped from my current wounds. As hard as my arms are pumping, as quick as my legs are moving it’s not enough.
I round the corner, hoping that will help me gain speed, but a hand grasps my arm. My body jerks back and as I go to strike, my wrist is caught from behind. A shadow in front of me descends, my scream muffled by a hand, and the knife yanked from my fingers. My cell stolen from my back pocket.
Two men, four arms, my struggles aren’t enough. Panic, fear, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I strike out and there’s a muttered curse. From the wetness on my fingers, I’ve struck blood.
Hands bound behind me, material tied over my eyes and tears prick them. My screams tearing my throat, but none of them are loud enough to make a difference. Arms around my waist that are the equivalent of steel bands. I kick and try to open my mouth to bite, but the fingers pressed to my lips are too strong.
We’re moving—against my will and I fight harder. Kicking shins, thrashing in their hold. My father’s voice is screaming in my head—Don’t let them ever take you to the second location. Never let them get you to the second location.
The sound of a car door opening and when I kick again, there’s a low male grunt. Another car door opening and as I’m being lowered, I become a wildcat. More grunts, a push from them into the car and I feel a seat underneath me. Hands yanking me in further while the other set of hands forces me from behind.
The car door near my feet closes and as I shoot upward to make it to the other door, it closes and I realize the bastard still holding his hand over my mouth crawled in with me. Smart asshole. Too fucking smart.
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