“They’re not my men, they just brought me here to care for you.”Perhaps one of them was my man?
“It will all be for nothing if they find us.We will both be dead.”A tear runs unchecked down her cheek.
“We will fight,” I say.“Until Reaper gets back.I called him.He won’t abandon us.”
“I hope you’re right.”
Shit.So do I.The last time I was this frightened, Billy was on a rampage with a knife and I’d hidden in the basement until he’d passed out drunk.But now there was no basement and these guys were not drunk.They were determined and vicious and our chances were slim.
The rhythmic thumping of floorboards tells me they are coming up the staircase.I place my finger on the trigger and try to steady my racing heartbeat.
“Madre de maría ayúdame.”Consuela crosses herself.
Someone is in the room.He’s big and dark and his shadow falls over the slatted door of our hiding place.
“Hey, they’ve been here,” he shouts.“And the fucking pillow is still warm.”
“Find her, kill her,” someone shouts up from downstairs.
“Roger that, Boss.”
Oh, fuck.Oh, fuck.Oh, fuck.
I brace.There’s no way this is going to work out well.He’ll find us.Then either I kill him or he kills us.
The wardrobe door opens abruptly and a huge bearded biker glares in at us.He has a hunting knife in his hand and growls when he sees us.
I aim for his chest, at a flame-eyed skull on his t-shirt.I shoot.I hit.
Surprise crosses his eyes briefly and then he falls backward like a tree being felled.
“Come on.”I grab Consuela’s hand, my ears ringing.“We have to escape.”
“What the fuck?”More footsteps and shouting on the stairs.
We reach the window and before more scary bikers arrive in the room, Consuela opens it.I turn.
“Shit, man, they’ve killed Dunbar!”
I see the fury in this new biker’s eyes as he looks at the dead man on the floor and then my gun.So I shoot again.Another decent shot and he goes down clutching his belly.
“Fucking bitch!Fucking bitch shot me.”
“Get out the window.Climb onto that roof.”
I didn’t need to give Consuela instructions.She’s already out of the window.I’m about to follow when thick mean arms lock around my waist.I’m pulled onto a brick wall of a chest and the gun is wrestled from my hands.
“Get the fuck off me!”I shout as I wriggle and writhe.“You have no idea ...who...”
I am struck around the head with something hard and metal.“Shut up, bitch, you’re gonna pay for what you’ve done, no two ways about it.”Another whack that rattles my teeth and then everything fades to black.
When I wake my hands are tied in my lap and I’m propped up on the sofa.Consuela is next to me shaking.
There’s a ripping sound.The t-shirt she’s wearing is torn at the neck to reveal her tattoo.“Yeah, this is the one.Got our mark.”
“Good.”A tall lean biker, with an eye patch, puffs agitatedly on a cigarette and paces.“Get rid of her first.”
“What, no!”I try to stand but I’m forced back down with a rough shove.My head spins and my temple throbs.“She’s just a girl.She’s been abused by you, let her go.”
