“Why are you so happy with yourself?” I sneered.
My tone only made his smile grow wider. “So now that Kit hasclaimedyou, you’ve forgotten how to speak when talking to a Brother?”
I laughed darkly. “I haven’t forgotten, it’s just convenient that I no longer have to put up with your shit and risk getting kicked to the curb by calling you out.”
“Oh Harmony, Harmony.” He shook his head, still smiling. “One day you’ll learn. You should always treat a man with the respect he deserves. Every woman should, no matter her status or her place.”
“If you treated me with respect, I might return the favor. But you don’t.”
I watched his eyes as they flicked back and forth from the road in front of him to the rear vision mirror, more often than he would need to as we were driving on a straight, empty road out of town toward the campus. I checked the side mirror and saw two large black vehicles riding very close behind us.
“Target, are they following us?”
He shrugged, but he couldn’t hide the smirk on his face.
“What are you doing?” I asked, voice low and dark, the reality suddenly dawning on me.
“Like I said, one day you’ll learn your place.” I watched as one of the vehicles pulled up beside us. “That day just happens to be today.”
Target slammed on the breaks of the car. The seatbelt which should have locked into position with the sudden motion and held me back in the seat snapped, and before I could brace myself my head hit the dashboard. Things started to spin as I groaned out in pain and the world moved in and out of focus, blackness threatening to take over completely. I lay against the dashboard, my body refusing to move.
“She out?” a gruff voice asked.
“Not quite,” Target replied.
My door opened and I felt my body being lifted from the car. My ears were ringing softly and my head was thumping. A slick wet substance ran down my forehead and blurred my vision, turning it red.
Blood. Awesome!
The tingling in my body was starting to reside and my fight instinct began to kick in.
“Get off me!” I screamed, not being able to see the man who was holding me. I started thrashing, but whoever it was had a firm grip around my waist. I caught sight of Target standing next to his car, all the vehicles parked in the middle of the deserted road. He was smug, almost laughing.
“Control her you idiot!” a man yelled over the commotion I was causing.
“Just plug her. This one’s a fighter,” Target offered.
I spat at him as I got near. Obviously I was more out of it than I thought because it didn’t go far, seeming to just dribble down my chin and force Target’s smile even wider.
A strange man finally rounded in front of me, the dark suit instantly making my heart jump and my stomach want to empty its contents all over his shiny fucking shoes.
“No!” I screamed.
Daniel Ashley just smiled at me, his face full of malice and hate. “I would prefer to use force to get you to do what you’re told but, unfortunately, your buyer would like you as unharmed as possible.” He held up a needle, allowing me to eye it for a few second before he forced it into my thigh.
I screamed, the noise quickly becoming gurgled as I began to drift. My mind almost feeling like it was leaving my body. I stopped fighting, allowing my body to be dragged away.
“Gotta make this look legit, Ken.”
Who’s Ken? What’s going on?
My head was dizzy, and I couldn’t feel my arms.
“Yeah, go hard. A few black and blues is worth knowing that little wench is going to get what’s coming to her,” Target answered, but my brain couldn’t compute what was going on. I heard the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and a few grunts before I was thrown onto another hard surface. My body bounced and my head hit the floor hard, the hovering black finally taking over.