by Brook Wilder
Jace growled and thrust up into her.
“I think I can manage that.”
THE END
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Carla took a deep breath of the crisp Colorado air that was tinged with the pungent smell of marijuana and rich soil. She let it sink into her, releasing her tense muscles as she walked through the misty greenhouse. There was always a thin layer of fog that hung low and swirled early in the morning and it transported her to someplace magical, someplace that wasn’t run by the world’s creepiest boss. Just her and the plants. The tiny sparks she had nurtured to life.
It had been two days, and now that it was time, her nerves were almost getting the best of her. The plan that had popped into her head--of stealing the latest shipment of weed, selling it for the money she so desperately needed, and taking off--had latched on and wouldn’t let go. She’d done what she could to make sure that Eric wouldn’t come in today. Eric was the guy who regularly drove their deliveries. He was a nice enough guy, but he was kind of flaky anyways, and, like Carla, was known to indulge in a little bit of their own product from time to time.
She had been on the fence, worrying about whether or not to go through with it, but yesterday at work, Maurice had been there, and as bad as the night before had been, this had been even worse.
He had been there, waiting for her, first thing in the morning. And everywhere she turned throughout the day, he was there, leering at her with those eyes of his, tracking her movements like a predator eyeing its next meal and the tension had been worse than ever. She had felt trapped, claustrophobic and then she had been trapped for real as he’d cornered her in the back of the small shed they used to house tools and equipment.
“You want this just as much as I do, stop trying to play like some innocent little girl,” he’d growled at her.
“No, I don’t. Let me go,” she’d said as firmly as she could through the trembling of her voice. “I just want to do my job, that’s it.”
“Well, if you want to keep this precious job of yours, maybe you should consider being a little more accommodating.”
Carla had tried to duck past him but his bulk blocked most of the doorway and panic had settled hard and painful in her chest. She knew she had to get out of there. Luckily, the sound of a cell phone ringing echoed through the shed just then and Maurice answered it. She’d used his moment of distraction to escape, but now she knew. He wasn’t going to stop. She didn’t really have any other choice anymore. She had to go through with her plan.
It had been easy enough to switch a few dates around on the calendar. No one really paid attention to that unless they were checking for something specific which is why yesterday, no one had noticed the shipment date had mysteriously gone absent. She prayed that would be enough to stop Eric from coming in.
She moved out of the greenhouse and towards the truck, almost full and ready for shipment. It was a big, seventeen-foot moving truck that had been repurposed with the Honey Bud Farm logo. While it showed plenty signs of wear, it didn’t matter, as long as it got her away from here. Carla walked back to where the final bags of dried and processed plant were stacked against the side of the house that held the office. She heard a raised voice and paused.
“Damn it, Eric. What the hell is wrong with you! You knew there was a shipment due to be delivered today!” Maurice’s angry shouts were easily heard from where Carla was working just outside the open window to the office. Nervously, she crossed her fingers, and prayed her plan would work.
“What do you mean it wasn’t posted on the schedule? It has to go out today, you asshole. I don’t care if you’re camping in the middle of god-damned nowhere, just get here. Now!”
There was another long stretch of silence before she heard Maurice slam the receiver down. A moment later, he stormed out of the front door, his face beet red with anger and sweat drenching his face as he mumbled under his breath.
“Hey, Maurice, is everything okay?” she asked, desperately trying to keep her voice normal, all the while hating to even bring his attention to where she still stood on the side of the house. He turned to her, his eyes automatically swept over her body and, as he spoke, the words were directed more at her breasts than at her.
“Fucking Eric. He says he can’t deliver this shipment but it has to leave today. We’re on a tight schedule,” the last words were almost a shout as he swept a meaty hand over his face, wiping away some of the sweat but not all. Carla took a deep, fortifying breath. Now was her chance. It was now or never.
“Maybe, uh…maybe I could deliver it?” she said as nonchalantly as she could. “I’ve driven a truck before,” she lied through her teeth and kept her eyes on the knot she was trying to tie in the bag in front of her, praying that he would believe her, that he wouldn’t see the way her hands trembled.
Maurice stared at her for a long time, one of his eyebrows arched doubtfully and she wished he would say something, anything as her heart rate doubled, and then tripled, pounding like a race horse in her chest.
“Fine. Here, take it.” He tossed her the truck keys and she fumbled at them, barely catching them. “The address of the dispensary is in the truck. Just deliver it and come straight back,” his gaze changed, his dark eyes heating as they stayed glued to her breasts, “You still have other work to do.”
His tone left her no doubt that she had no interest in the kind of ‘work’ he was talking about and she hastily grabbed the last of the shipment, loaded it in, and locked the back before she scrambled into the cabin of the truck.
She sat for a moment, looking at the unfamiliar dash, but it seemed simple enough, just like a regular car. She adjusted the mirrors and almost jumped when she could see Maurice, just standing there watching the truck with his beady eyes. It took several tries but she finally got the key in the ignition and started the rumbling engine.It was loud and clanking for a moment before it settled into a steady hum. She put the truck into gear and sighed in relief as it started moving easily down the long driveway.
In ten minutes, the farm was lost to view and she made her mind stay blank until she had pulled safely onto the highway and was rolling steadily down the right-most lane. Only then did the thoughts clamoring inside her burst to the front and she was almost overwhelmed at the fact that it was actually happening. She was actually doing it. But what was she going to do now?
She knew someone south of Denver, a friend of her cousins, who dealt marijuana, so maybe she could get a hold of him? Carla had wracked her brain and that was the only idea she’d been able to come up with in the short amount of time. She prayed she would be able to come up with something better over the next few days, because the last thing she wanted to do was go back to Honey Bud Farm, and Maurice.
Carla had only been on the highway for a scant twenty minutes before she saw something small that was moving slowly into her lane. Way too slow. She was on it almost before she had time to brake and the screech that accompanied her foot slamming down was almost deafening. She slowed down barely in time to see that it was a motorcycle going almost thirty miles under the speed limit, and Carla gave a massive sigh of relief that she hadn’t hit him.
The driver was big, bulky in a way that spoke of serious muscles under the black patch covered leather jacket he wore. His helmet obscured his face but she could see the long hair that hung out of the bottom. There were words, a logo of some sort, emblazoned across the back of the jacket, but she wasn’t close enough to read them, and she didn’t want to be.
She quickly flicked her turn signal on, needing to switch lanes to get around the slow moving rider, but a glance out of her side view mirror showed four more bikers blocking the lane to the left, and several more behind. What the hell?
Carla gnawed at her bottom lip in worry. She’d heard of other farms that had
been robbed of their shipments but had never imagined it happening to her. Fear and panic had her frozen behind the wheel but as several more motorcycles joined the one in front of her, she didn’t have much of a choice. She slowed the truck down, her mind working fervently to try and think of a way out of this, but she was surrounded.
Inch by reluctant inch, they forced her closer and closer the side of the road and, as the big wheels hit gravel and started to slide out, she knew she had to break or risk losing control of the big truck altogether. She was covered in sweat and shook uncontrollably as she hit the brake and slowly came to a screeching halt. Her hands were glued to the steering wheel and her mind reeled with what they would do to her.
Before she had any time to conjure up more scenarios, each worse than the last, the driver’s side door was flung open and she found herself staring into eyes so grey they were almost silver. He held out a hand to her, and she could feel her body move of its own accord.
What the fuck are you doing, Carla! her mind shouted at her, but her hand paid no attention. It still slid into his, curling into his palm as his warm, callused fingers closed around hers and tugged her lightly towards him.
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