“Drive through the gates, go as fast as you can. We’re getting the fuck out of here.”
“What are you doing, Clara?” I asked, starting the SUV and putting it in gear.
“We’re going for a drive, slut, and only one of us is going to come back.”
“That’s going to be me, Clara. Zach and Blake won’t let you back on the compound if you do something like this.”
“Drive and shut up.” She waved the gun at me and I slammed on the gas, my head whirling as I tried to think up ways out of this mess. If I crashed the SUV, or tried to wrestle the gun away from her, it could go off. Her finger was on the trigger and it was directed at me. If it went off, I was getting shot.
I drove. I took it at a fast clip like she wanted, the gates now in my sight. Isaiah was on guard duty. He had just qualified. He wasn’t that good of a shot though, only barely qualifying. There was no way he could take out a tire or Clara’s head.
“Crash through the gates. They’ll go down easily in this thing.”
“You know you are putting everyone’s lives in jeopardy if we do this? Without a gate, anything could walk up and attack. Clara, please, we can work this out.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that,” she spat.
“Your sister is back there, the kids–Blake is back there, Clara. Isn’t this about him? You are putting his life in jeopardy.”
“My sister made her choice, she’ll have to deal with her own mistakes…and of all the people on this compound, Blake can handle a broken gate. Just shut up and gun it.” The gun pressed against my temple as she leaned over the seat.
I hit the gate hard and winced as it flew apart hanging on its hinges as I sped through, little damage to the SUV, a lot of damage to the gate. They needed to secure that better.
“Where are we going, Clara?”
“Not far, this area is full of great places to leave a nasty whore,” she laughed. “Maybe you can find another group of men, I’m sure they would love someone like you.”
“You really don’t think this little scheme is going to work, do you, Clara? What, you’re going to leave me in the marsh and then drive back to the compound…and say what? Turn it around, say I tried to kidnap you and kill you? Maybe play the victim? I was going to kill you, but you got away from me?”
At her silence, I knew that I was right. She really planned on playing some kind of victim role, a role she seemed really good at. Come save me, help, I’m just a helpless victim.
“Shut up,” she said with clenched jaws. “Turn here,” she said after about ten minutes of driving. We had made it to Highway 90 and we were turning west toward Slidell and a lot of marshland. I had to do something.
Trying to go unnoticed, I kept talking as I slipped the knife out of my cargo pocket, clenching it in my palm, ready. She was still up on her knees in the passenger seat, the gun wavering, but still held in my direction.
“They aren’t going to believe your story, Clara. Blake saw how you were staring at me tonight. It’s going to be obvious what happened. We had plans tonight. He will know I wouldn’t break our plans so I could kidnap his ex. He isn’t stupid.”
“He will believe me, he always believes me. I’m his wife. He loves me, not you. He needs me. He’s just a soldier. He needs someone to direct him and think for him, tell him what to do. He’ll believe me when I tell him about how much of a lunatic you are just like he believed me about the baby.”
“You’re wrong, Clara, and you know it. You also know that Blake doesn’t need any direction from you. You should have realized that when he never came to Houston the first time. He’s smart, one of the best men I’ve ever met and he’s amazing. He can make up his own mind and he’ll see through your shit. The fact that you had to make up a pregnancy shows just how desperate you are.… He wouldn’t come for you, only his unborn child.”
“He did come for me!” She was screaming now. “He will believe me! He loves me! He doesn’t love you. He just likes to fuck you! You stupid, stupid slut!” The gun was swinging wildly and I knew this was my only chance. I slammed my right arm up pushing her wrist down and away from me as I was reaching over and embedded my knife into her thigh, hopefully missing vital organs. I didn’t want to kill her, just distract her from her plan.
The SUV swung wildly crashing into the guardrail a few times, but luckily not going over and into the marsh. I let up off the gas and it came to a squealing and very loud stop as it scraped along the metal of the rail.
“Ahhhh!” she screamed and her finger squeezed the trigger. It wasn’t pointed at my head, but a few inches above. The discharge exploded in my ear, the concussion stunning me as glass from the driver’s side window sprayed all over me. My ears were ringing painfully and it took me a few seconds to pull it back together. The blast had also stunned Clara who was holding her ears and looking at me wide-eyed.
It didn’t take much to yank the gun out of her hand and elbow her in the face. For the second time in as many days, I watched as she slumped over, knocked out due to a blow from me. I needed air, so I pushed the door open and fell out. My head throbbed in pain, my hands now scraped and bleeding from the impact with the cement and the glass that was scattered all around me. A stinging at the back of my neck had me reaching back and touching the sensitive area. My hand came back covered in blood, revealed by the dim lights of the SUV’s dome light. The bullet had either grazed me or it was from the glass of the window.
Now that I was free of Clara, what was I supposed to do with her? Drive back and we would what, lock her up? Let her go on her way to kidnap me again or should I just leave her here, a taste of her own medicine?
I tried pushing myself up to my knees and my whole body ached. My hands stung and I wiped at them, trying to rid them of glass and debris that was embedded into my palms.
When I managed to stand and looked into the SUV, Clara had come to and was sobbing and wailing, but I barely heard her. My ears must be damaged from the gunshot. She was clutching at the knife in her thigh, too afraid to yank it out.
The glare of headlights came into sight off in the distance and I breathed a sigh of relief. They were coming for us. They would see what happened and I wouldn’t have to deal with Clara, because I couldn’t think right now. The throbbing and thrumming in my ears was now joined with a high pitched squeal that seemed to be internal. My ear drums were literally screaming. I couldn’t think over this shit. I just wanted to go home. I just wanted to go to sleep.
I must have been really out of it. I should have noticed the headlights were coming from the wrong direction. I didn’t realize until it was too late. I didn’t realize it until the two men we had confronted earlier were stepping out of their truck and rushing toward me. I turned to run, but he was faster than he looked and I was wobbly on my feet. The pussy went for my hair, yanking me back by my ponytail. It hurt like a bitch and I screamed as I fell back against him. I fought, yanking and throwing myself away from him. I managed to get my second knife free, but I felt like I was in slow motion. I got away for the second time and began running, but again he managed to catch up to me, this time yanking me back by my shirt, ripping it with the force of his attack. I kicked back, dragging my boot down making sure to get the treads in deep into his shin. Then I turned around to face him, slamming the knife into his stomach.
This time I heard his bellow of rage and he slammed me with a hard, closed fist in the face. I had never been punched before. Light exploded around me and there was a clanging in my head like a bell. This is what it meant to have your bell rung. I could feel myself falling. Something stopped me.
It was the other man. He yanked me back toward him violently. His arm went around my neck and pushed down on my windpipe. I was gasping for breath, but he kept up the pressure until I was seeing stars and the black was creeping into my vision.
“Mine…bitch…coming….me.” I made out only a few garbled words as he spit them into my damaged ear. My nose was unfortunately working just fine and I could
smell his stink, Not quite as bad as the stench of Z, but close.
“Fuck you,” I sputtered, right before the black took over and my whole body spiraled down into only one point of consciousness that quickly just clicked off. Alexis out.
END OF BOOK TWO
About the Author
Gillian Zane
Gillian Zane is a New Orleans native, born and raised on ghost stories and beignets. Her parents fostered a love of reading and writing in her from an early age and her city made it almost impossible to not have a wild imagination. Gillian began her writing career, writing non-fiction and tutorials for her “day job” which is within the Arts.
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