“OH FUCK!” Sandman roared out, swerving out of the lane and straight over the embankment on the side of the road.
My body soared through the air, landing with a hard thud against the dirty road ditch as both Sandman and his motorcycle slammed into a solid oak tree a few feet away.
“Sandman?” I groaned out, doing my best to lift my head and crawl towards him. But everything in me felt heavy, and my head was pounding so ferociously that soft black spots began clouding my vision.
“Sandman!” I shouted, but I think it was nothing more than a whisper because I barely heard my own words over the pounding in my head. A set of feet shuffled toward me, and as my eyes fluttered closed, all I could see was Sandman’s body laying lifelessly on the ground, and the fear that plagued me when I realized I couldn’t help him.
Cold shivers quirked down my spine. Forcing my eyes open was painful but meeting the dark corners of a completely black room is what scared me the most. I had no idea where I was or what had happened, just that my head hurt and wherever I was, was not a place I wanted to be.
“Hello?” I whispered into the darkness. “Is anyone there?”
Nothing but silence greeted me in return.
Where was I?
What happened to me?
Why don’t I remember shit about what happened before waking up?
What seemed like hours passed by as I sat in the cold dark room, wishing to see any type of light that could brighten my surroundings and give me an indication of where I was.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a sound. I just held my knees, hoping and praying that someone or something would save me from whatever hell I was in.
Loud footsteps shuffled down what sounded like a long hallway, coming to a stop just outside my door. The sound of keys clanking together preceded the door opening, hinges squeaking and groaning as the door was pushed open, and light finally hit my face.
But who I saw standing in that light was the last person on earth I wanted to see, and instantly my heart sank.
“Hello, Shasta,” he said with an evil grin. “Miss me, baby?”
Chapter Ten
Sandman
The van veering into my lane took me by surprise. My reaction time was off because I was lost in thought, trying to figure out what my next move with the club would be.
I over corrected, sending both Shasta and me straight off the road and into a ditch. When her arms left my middle, I panicked. All I cared about in that moment was protecting her, and I jacked that up without even realizing it. My momentum was too much, and both me and my bike kept going, smashing into a tree with such force and velocity that I went temporarily unconscious.
The amount of time that passed between hitting the tree and actually waking up maybe have been minutes or hours, but when I finally came to, I was still lying in the ditch, but Shasta—beautiful, sweet, Shasta, was gone.
“Fuck!” I groaned, knocking my head around as I tried to suppress the ringing in my ears. My whole body ached as I tried to get on my feet, and stumbling was nothing compared to the full-on dizziness that attacked my head.
Concussion for sure.
It was mild, but I was definitely concussed.
Dredging my phone up from my pocket, I immediately called my VP.
“Yeah?” Snyder answered on the second ring.
“We got a problem,” I gritted out, unable to knock the cobwebs from my mind.
“What’s up?”
“I wrecked my bike.”
“Shit!” Snyder exclaimed. “You okay?”
I took a step and sat down on the side of the hill; the world spinning was too much to take, even for a giant.