Skid and I shared a look, wondering what the man could be up to with a gas can.
Five minutes later, I heard someone shout fire from the front yard, and I knew that was our cue.
Donning our masks, we stomped up the stairs, kicking in Ramona’s door until the wood broke at the door frame.
Shasta fucking screamed, rushing to grab a gun, I’m sure she had stashed nearby. Skid moved fast, covering her head with a pillow case when she had her back turned and was reaching for her weapon. She started kicking and screaming, but I covered her mouth with chloroform, and her whole body sagged, going limp in our arms.
“We need to move quickly. Rough this place up while I put her in the van.” Before I carried her down the stairs, I cut a little opening on her arm, and used her immobile hand to wipe it away. Skid held out the piece of paper, waiting for me to place her bloody palm on it.
“Looks legit,” I said gruffly. “Now, fuck this place up.”
Skid nodded, and started overturning furniture, dropping the note on the ground that Sabbath crafted himself.
I carried her down the stairs over my shoulder, then threw her in the back of the cage, starting it up as Skid came bounding down the stairs.
“Okay, we got her. Now what?” he asked.
I laid a friendly hand on his thigh, and his whole body immediately tensed up, a strange reaction to have from the tiniest touch. It made my dick twitch just a tad, but I pushed the thoughts out of my head. I’m just imagining things...
“We do as we’re told,” I informed him, patting his leg once before throwing the cage in gear and blowing out the back gate, busting it in two. This needed to look legit, and the only way to do that was to cause a little mayhem on the way.
Chapter Eight
Shasta
I woke up disoriented and alone, lying in a bed that was hard and felt very unfamiliar. All I remember is someone breaking into Ramona’s house, seconds after Axl took her away. Were they behind this? Would my best friend set me up like this?
My head was throbbing, and there was a weird chemical taste on my tongue. Looking around, I found myself in a small room, complete with a bed, table and chairs, and lots of junk food.
Where the fuck was I?
Did the Crows kidnap me again?
“Hey, where the fuck am I?” I shouted, trying to open the door. I jiggled it a few times, but it was locked from the outside, and the way my voice echoed made it seem like I was in a bigger place than I thought.
“Hello? Is anyone out there.”
I was met with silence. If someone was there, they weren’t saying shit. Fuck! Where the hell was I?
Searching my pockets, I looked for my phone, realizing it was nowhere to be found. Goosebumps smattered my arms as a cold, icy chill took over. It was fucking freezing in here.
Running back to the bed, I threw the big comforter around me, then sat on the edge, waiting for my fate. At least this time I was kept in a better place than the dungeon they threw me in last time.
Shivers raked down my spine when images of that night came rushing back to me, memories I wish would stop showing up.
A phantom disgusting taste appeared in my mouth, as the smell of sweaty cock filled my nose. It had me gagging and vomiting into a trashcan, trying to distinguish between reality and my imagination.
I couldn’t go through that shit again. If the Crows were behind this little capture, I’d rather die than be their prisoner again.
I clutched the blanket even tighter, feeling vulnerable even though I was fully clothed. Why was this always happening to me? Was there ever going to be an ending to this madness?
The sound of a door creaking open made me jump, then heavy footsteps stomped toward the door, my heart jumping inside my chest.
Keys jingled, then the door slowly opened, creaking as a man in all black stepped inside.
“Lock it behind me,” he ordered.
I knew that voice.What the fuck was going on?