He attempted to tug his hand away, but I stopped him. “It’s okay, Cap. Please don’t let me go.”
His mouth twitched ever so slightly, but he didn’t release me, just kept his hold as we continued to Archer’s car.
We stopped just outside of Abilene at a gas station where Cap wanted Gas. He started the pump and went inside, leaving me alone in the car.
The second I heard the revving of motorcycles pulling into the parking lot, dread took over me. We were alone, and Cap didn’t have backup in case something went down.
Hopefully, these guys are friendly.
Three bikers parked outside the gas station, and the second I saw their cuts, I panicked, sinking down into my seat.
The Hell’s Artillery.
Why the hell were they in Abilene?
What I didn’t anticipate was one of the men coming over to inspect the vehicle I was in, admiring the classic car in all its glory.
He whistled. “Whoa, would you look at this? What a beautiful piece of machinery.” The second his face came up to the window, those familiar eyes pinning me in place, I started to shake with fear. One of my rapist was standing just outside the door. I’d never forget that face full of pick pox, a scar stretching just outside his eye, or that greasy brown hair that stretched to his shoulders. Seeing him again made me remember everything—even his name. Wesson. The perverted Road Captain of the Hell’s Artillery. The depraved things that man did to my body will never leave me.
The way his sick smile spread unnerved me. “Hey, I know you,” he stated, trying the door handle. But it suddenly locked, and I looked up to find Cap standing a few feet away, holding the key fob in his hand.
“Kindly step away from the vehicle.”
The man took a step back, smirking when he saw Cap standing there alone.
“Well, well, look what we have here, boys. A fallen star. Are you fucking lost, Starboy?”
My fear intensified when I saw the other two men come up behind Cap, surrounding him.
“I’m not here looking for trouble. Just getting some gas and leaving.”
“You’re a little lost, Starboy.”
“And I’m leaving now.”
The man didn’t move, he just continued standing there, towering over Cap who was at least five inches shorter than him.
Paralyzed, and practically hyperventilating, I stayed in my seat, shrinking even further down, hoping nothing happened to Cap, or me for that matter.
“Are you?” Wesson asked. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re fucking staying right here.” He shoved Cap, and I squeaked, my mind racing with a million horrible outcomes that could come from this situation.
Cap didn’t react, he just continued standing there defensively, glaring at the man who was riddling me with fear.
“I know your bitch very well,” Wesson growled. “She’s ridden my cock before.”
Cap shot me a look, knowing exactly what he was referring to. But he kept his face schooled, showing zero emotion.
“I should’ve killed her when I had the chance,” Wesson hissed, pulling out a knife.
“Cap!” I screamed, fearing the worst when he ran the blade down Cap’s face.
“Guess I’ll carve her up tonight.”
“You fucking touch her and I’ll kill you where you stand.”
“Whatcha gonna do, Starboy? You’re outnumbered and outmatched in every way.”
In one smooth move, Cap had him disarmed, maneuvering behind him until Wesson’s body was between him and the other two guys. “I’m not going to ask you morons again, kindly move aside.”
