Chapter Twenty: Bound
Mia
Doc: I saw you. Talking to that accountant. What information do you have?
Me: I don’t have any yet.
Doc: Bitch you’re playing with fire. You’re dead.
I dropped the phone from my hands to my carpeted floor. Shit. He asked me to infiltrate the Rebel Saints and I agreed. Why would I be dead meat? I didn’t get it. All I knew was the man was psychotic. My fight or flight kicked in as I started to fly around my house to figure out what to do, all I was really doing was wasting energy. I wish I had a gun. As a defense lawyer, I should have one.
“Okay breathe and lock the doors,” I said out loud to myself. I patted around my couch trying to relocate my phone. I found it hidden between the divide of cushions. I picked it up. No more messages. I texted Numbers, the only thing I knew to do. I told him they were coming and he gave me a one-word reply and then nothing else.
I called my mother. They said they would go for her first. She was the first person I wanted to protect. I decided to leave my house and go get her to make sure she was safe.
The phone rang out as the beat of my heart pounded like a drum kit. Blood whooshed around in my ears throwing off my equilibrium. I picked up my purse as tears sprung up. I’d been crying a lot lately and it was a habit I wanted to stop. Problem was I kept having too many reasons for the tears to flood from my face. My whole body was locked in an overdrive of emotions.
Heart palpitations.
Sweaty palms.
Please. Somebody. Help.
I found my keys and slammed my front door behind me.
I didn’t get far.
In front of me were three men. One of them stood off to the side ? Doc. He wore thick leather gloves and a gleam shone in his dangerous eyes, coupled with a smug, I-told-you-so look.
The other one I didn’t know, but his breath stunk badly. The stench made me want to vomit as my stomach started involuntarily flexing with fear.
His eyes were like the dead of midnight, and he was missing teeth. He had dark, greasy hair with a moustache too small for his wide mouth. His hands were clasped in front of him as he watched me squirm.
My eyes darted around all over the place looking for an exit. He was slender and not much taller than me. I didn’t want to take my chances, however. An undercurrent of ruthless violence radiated from him and it told me I wouldn’t get far, despite his appearance. His hand had a spider tattoo on it, I knew that much because I caught a glimpse of it. He was also holding a black bag of some sort in his other hand.
My mouth was open, but no sound exited. I stood in frozen silence as my legs felt like dead weights pinned to the concrete.
The third guy on the left-hand side was a few yards behind the main guy in my face.
I tried to move back and placed my hands on my door to give me valuable space, as I trembled.
He just stepped closer, removing the boundary between us. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I heard the dirty laugh of Doc in the background as the weasely guy in front of me slipped the black bag over my head. I protested and tried to scream, but the guy tightened the bag around my neck and I felt the air leaving my windpipe.
“Shut up now, otherwise I strangle you right outside your doorstep. Nod your pretty little head if you understand.”
I nodded weakly.
I’m going to die. I’m going to die. Somebody tell my mother I love her.
“Now there’s a good girl. Come with me now and I won’t hurt you,” the weasly guy taunted me in a dark voice.
I shook my arm vigorously to release the digging of his hands into my bicep. “Help!” I worked to scream in a muffled voice. It was a pointless exercise because all it did was make my muffled smoke signal reverberate in the bag.
“Stop struggling, bitch,” he growled under his breath. “Head down when I tell you to, otherwise it will get knocked off when you get in the car.” He pushed my head down as he walked me what felt like a few yards to the car. “Down now,” he barked.
I hunched forward and down as he pushed me into the backseat of a vehicle. I fell sideways and adjusted myself to sit upright. My hands were free, so I used them to feel around and see where things were and what type of vehicle I was in. I felt the energy of a presence beside me and I wondered which one of the god-awful men it was.