Diesel (Devil's Mafia Brotherhood Motorcycle Club Book 1)
Page 9
“Did she eat her food? I should go get the tray back.”
Her heart skipped a beat. If the man came out now, she would be discovered. Perhaps she could go back and sit inside, but then she would never be able to lock the door from inside.
“Leave her alone for some time. I’m just waiting for that call,” growled the other man.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Someone stood and walked to the other side of the room. Taking a chance, she peeped in to take a quick look. One man was heading towards the bathroom door and the other was bent over his phone. She didn’t wait to see if this was the right opportunity. Tania seized it. She rushed towards the door and pulled at the handle. No sound came from that room. They didn’t see her. She was safe for now.
What if the door was locked?
The handle went down all the way and the door opened. She edged out and stood in the front yard of a house. The garden was bare; not a twig grew and a single tree stood against one wall, but the gate was open and she couldn’t see a lock. She knew this was her opportunity. Without wasting any more time, she rushed through it and found herself on a street she didn’t recognize. She’d never been out to the suburbs before and, looking around, she noticed the houses were all run down and dilapidated. Not a car sped by on the street.
She ran towards the nearest juncture she saw. Reaching it, she turned the corner and sped on. Any moment now, she expected someone to scream her name and rush behind her but she didn’t hear any commotion. Maybe her absence still hadn’t been detected. If so, it was indeed a lucky break. She didn’t have any money or phone, and she knew hitching a ride was definitely not a good idea, especially when she didn’t know where she was. She finally reached a busy street and took deep breaths. Her legs hurt and sweat dripped down her forehead. What could she do now?
Should she head for a police station? What would she tell them? She’d been in such a hurry when she escaped the place that she didn’t notice the house or street number. It was doubtful she would be able to find it and even if she did so, those people might not be there. They would certainly not be there for her to bring the police on their head. She would look like a fool if she showed up there and didn’t find any evidence that she had, indeed, been kept as a prisoner.
No. It was better to head back home and count her blessings. For now, she was free and that was all that mattered.
Enjoyed the excerpt? Full Throttle is now available
FREE for Kindle Unlimited customers
Tap the cover to continue reading!