“What if he doesn’t want you?” Polly asked, though her conviction sounded weak.
The female just stared at her, a blank expression on her face.
Was everything he told her a lie? Had he just made up all this for some sex?
She felt so sick. She had thought that he might actually be a good one. Someone who cared about her and was honest.
Yet she found herself in the same position she’d tried to rescue Jana from just before they got here. It seemed like an eternity ago, but really, it wasn’t.
Erzo was just another cheating prick. Except this time, Polly was the one being blindsided by the reality of the situation.
How could she be so stupid? Tears welled up in her eyes. She should have listened to the store clerk and gotten away when she had a chance.
No one could trust Charro. No matter what they said.
Breal turned to the others. “Do you have him?”
“We got him,” another replied.
Breal dragged Polly out of the apartment. She struggled to pull away, but her opponent's grip didn’t falter. The others half-carried, half dragged Erzo, and she felt a wave of fury against all of these damn aliens.
How in the world had she gotten mixed up in all of this? This was worse than some crazy movie. Didn’t matter how real it was, and what she could smell.
It was insane.
These Charro were kidnapping them.
“Let go of us!” Polly tried to struggle from the female’s grip. Taller by well over a head, and with arms that looked like she never missed a workout, the female Charro maintained her grip, and didn’t look winded.
“Listen, this is a clan family matter. You wouldn’t understand,” Breal snapped.
“What’s your angle? You’re not even family,” Polly fired back.
Breal hit her temple. “You know nothing, transaction!”
Pain welled from the contact, like her eyeball was going to explode out of her head for a second. “Stop calling me that,” Polly snarled back as she raised her hand to her face.
“You’re not anything else,” Breal said, wrenching her arm down and shoving her forward. “Now let’s go.”
Polly swung out again, bouncing off the wall. Everything got blurry for a moment, and she got disoriented.
Breal grabbed her by the hair. “Come on!”
Polly screamed as Breal dragged her out of the apartment, her grip shifting from her hair to the back of her neck.
“Shut up, or I’ll snap your neck,” Breal said, her voice lower. Breal’s hands were larger, and Polly didn’t doubt she probably could snap her neck.
Terror welled through her. Terror. Fear. Anger. Fury. All of it thundered through her, and she didn’t know what to do.
She wasn’t any kind of fighter or anything!
How were they going to get out of this?
They crossed the foyer to the main exit when Tori’s apartment slid open.
Polly turned and saw Olmed standing there. The giant red alien looked scary normally. At the moment, not only did he look scary, but did his horns get bigger?
“Move!” Breal yelled, and the Charro started to run.
