“Keep her pinned between you two. There’s enough ego and brute mass to hold her in place.”
Ha. Ha. “Oh, you got jokes right now. Wonderful.”
“And you never stop with the sarcasm.” He was fighting a smile. I could tell.
“They’re both breathing and unconscious. Maybe that’s a good thing right now.”
“Yeah,” Diesel agreed. “They’re both gonna be in a lot of pain when they wake up.”
“I’ve got everything we need at the safe house,” I assured him. “We’ll be fine.”
I was starting to feel a little lightheaded, but that was probably from all the excitement and being in a closed space with two other people. My hand rose to my neck, and I felt fresh blood trickle over my fingers. Shit. I should probably find something to wrap around it.
Digging into my cut, I searched the pockets for a bandana. When I found it, I pulled the cloth out and tied it around my throat. It wouldn’t apply enough pressure to do much, but maybe it would help with the blood loss.
“You’re quiet back there,” Diesel prodded. “You still good?”
“I will be when we get to the safe house.”
“Roads are even worse than when we started.”
We hit a bump of some kind, and all of us bumped into one another like a bunch of matchsticks in a box. I cursed as a small metal object rolled across the bed and slammed into the top of my head. “Fuck!”
“Shit! Sorry!”
Diesel was doing the best he could. I had to remember that. My skull throbbed, and I felt my eyes closing, no longer able to keep them open. “Diesel.” His name came out slurred.
“Void?” When I didn’t answer, he shouted my name. “Void! You pain in the ass! Don’t you punk out now!”
“Fuck off,” I mumbled, eyes remaining closed.
“Hang in there, brother.” I heard him clear his throat. “Are you hit?”
Funny, he never asked until now. “Yeah.”
“Where?”
“My neck.”
The line went quiet for a few heartbeats. “Don’t you fucking die on me, Void.”
“Not . . . planning . . .” I couldn’t finish. My body took over, forcing me to shut down.
I must have needed it.
SOMEONE WAS SLAPPINGmy cheeks. It hurt.
“Stop,” I mumbled, slowly coming back into awareness.
“There you are. How the fuck do I get inside, Void? Is there a key?”
A key? To where? “Huh?”
Diesel growled his response, “The fucking safe house, Void.”
Oh. Right. “Keypad.”
“I don’t see one.”
