“Damon, pull over,” I said quietly.
“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, English,” Damon clipped back.
“Please, pull over.”
“Shut your fuckin’ mouth!” he snarled.
“Don’t do this,” I urged. “This isn’t smart.”
“Fuck you,” he bit out.
“You’re already in trouble. Don’t –” I started to explain but his beefy arm shot out, his knuckles impacting on my lips, pushing them into my teeth and I instantly tasted blood. My hand at my temple dropped to my lips as his arm disappeared.
“Like I said, bitch, shut your fuckin’ mouth.”
I shut my mouth. I didn’t want to rile my mountain man stalker any further. He was already riled enough.
My mind was whirling but through the haze still over me from his first punch all I could think of was that if I opened the door and threw myself out, I’d likely give myself broken bones and I didn’t want broken bones because it would be difficult to cook pasta bake after Max rescued me if I had broken bones.
I was still thinking this when I heard Damon mutter, “What the fuck?” and then I saw another truck speeding alongside us.
We were out of town and on the open road. I leaned forward, looked passed Damon and saw the driver was Harry.
Harry.
Thank God! Harry! He must have seen us and come to rescue me.
Harry sped several car lengths beyond us and then I watched in shock as Harry cut the wheel and then Harry’s truck turned sideways into our lane, cutting us off. Damon stood on the brakes and I flew forward, throwing up a hand and it slammed into the dash as my body not in a seatbelt flew forward too and kept going. My head cracked against the windshield then immediately I was thrown left as Damon cut the wheel to avoid colliding with Harry’s truck and then I was thrown forward again when we rocked to a bone-jarring halt in a ditch.
I was blinking away stars as I pushed myself back in the seat. It was pure instinct that lifted my hand and guided it to the door handle. I pushed my door open and nearly fell to my knees as I shoved myself out of the cab. My body was making its escape before my mind caught up with it but I lost my footing as I climbed the ditch, scrambling up the last of it on my hands and knees. I pulled myself to my feet at the top and rounded the back of the truck where I saw Harry standing, his eyes on the driver’s side of Damon’s truck.
“You fuckin’ asswipe! Are you fuckin’ nuts?” Damon bellowed and I looked to him to see he was out of the truck and charging up the ditch toward Harry.
Then my whole body jolted as I heard the sharp crack of a gunshot and I stood stock-still when I saw the blurred, hideous spurt of blood spray from Damon’s chest before he fell down to both knees.
Stunned to immobility, I stared as Damon’s body dropped face first to the grass, gravel and mud beside the road then slowly my head turned and I saw Harry moving toward me, a peculiar look on his face, a gun smoking in his right hand and he was shifting it to his left.
“Harry,” I whispered, my voice trembling, my tone a mixture of horror and shock, “he hurt me but you didn’t have to –”
I stopped talking when the look on Harry’s face penetrated and his right hand lifted.
He no longer had the gun in that hand. He now held a syringe.
Too late I took a step back but he caught me at the waist, yanked me to him and I felt the needle plunge in my neck.
Then his face was all I saw.
“Just like Max told me to do, I’m mannin’ up, Nina. This is me mannin’ the fuck up.”
My lids lowered against my will, I forced them open as I felt my body lifted in Harry’s arms and we started moving toward his truck.
Then they lowered again and I was gone.
*
My eyes opened and I was confused because I was certain my eyes were opened but all I could see was dark.
I started to move and it was then I realized both my arms were over my head. I thought this was strange until I tried to move them and it was then I realized they weren’t only over my head, there was something cold biting into my wrists and it hit me my arms were secured over my head to something.
I went still and my mind raced. Then I remembered Damon. Then thinking Harry was there to save the day. Then watching Harry shoot Damon. Then Harry taking me.
Oh my God. Oh my God!
I sucked in breath and that was when I felt the gag. There was something in my mouth and something tied around my head to hold it in place. I fought back the panic that surged through me and tried to take stock.
I was on something soft, a mattress. It was cold, not bitter but not comfortable. My limbs were stiff from inactivity and lying in the chill. My arms were not only secured to something over my head but my ankles were also tied together. My head hurt like hell and I was still fuzzy from whatever Harry injected me with.