“She’s alive,” he announces, a relieved smile curling one side of his lips.
“Get her out,” an answering voice demands sharply.
“What do you want from me?” I groan, swatting weakly at his hands that are messing with the buckle on my seatbelt. He doesn’t answer, so I keep asking.
“Shut the fuck up before I knock you out!” he bellows. The click of the seatbelt is my only warning before my body drops down headfirst. I scream, pain lancing down my neck and shoulders.
The man grabs my arm and works my body out of the driver’s side window, dragging my body across glass and sharp metal.
“Stop it,” I moan, sobbing as he finally gets me out. “Why are you doing this?”
Panting, the man leans over me and looks me over.
“Once you’re healed up, you’re going to be worth a pretty penny,” he says, a crooked grin on his face.
“Just get her in the van, Rio. Max’s already going to be pissed we fucked up his van, so quit fucking around. The police will be here soon.”
Another flash of a grin, “Time to go to sleep, princess.”
And then darkness.