“I’m not acting like shit, but the shit we do won’t have the whole city on our ass. Damn near this whole fucking city ride for Mayhem, nigga. You started a fucking war with this shit!”
“You sound like a bitch! The Riders scared of Mayhem now?”
“Do you know how many men and how much territory we lost the last time we snatched up one of those Mayhem bitches? Now here you go with this bullshit.”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I thought y’all ran shit in Onyx City, and it turns out, y’all ain’t shit.”
“We do what we do, but we’ve learned to keep the peace. Our numbers are too low, and our members are too old to go to war with Mayhem.”
“Recruit some younger ones!”
“You don’t think we’ve tried? Don’t worry about what the fuck we got going on. You need to figure out what the fuck you gon’ do with that bitch.”
“I’m gon’ take the pussy she owes me and?—”
“Nah, fuck that. You ain’t doing that shit here. Y’all gotta go.”
“I always knew you was a bitch, hiding behind the Riders to make your ass look tough.”
“Fuck you! Get that bitch and get the fuck out.”
Shit!
I was sure by now Russell had used his connections to find me, so I couldn’t let Preston take me to another location. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths as I waited for the door to this room to open.
Preston pushed the door open so hard, it slammed against the wall. I remained calm and pretended to still be unconscious. He lifted me from the bed, and I let my body go limp.
He moved through the space swiftly, and as soon as I sensed that we were outside, I lifted my hands, ripped the tape from my mouth, then screamed and squirmed in his arms. It happened fast, catching him off guard, and I fell from his arms to the ground.
“Bitch!” he shouted.
He bent to pick me up, and although my wrists and ankles were taped together, I used them to defend myself as best I could. I probably didn’t hurt him, but my tussling made it hard for him to pick me up.
Unfortunately, he got a hold of my waist, picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. I hit his back repeatedly, but he kept moving. When he tossed me into the back of his car, I panicked.
My screams echoed through the car while he yelled threats, demanding that I shut the fuck up. The car moved but stopped suddenly, causing me to roll from the seat to the floor.
“Fuck!” Preston shouted.
He turned, put his arm around the passenger seat, and looked out the back window. The car went backward at an alarming speed. I had to find a way to get out of this car beforehe crashed into something or took me somewhere I’d never be found.
My body was in a horrible position, and the space on the floor between the front and back seats was tight. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash, but my body didn’t move much.
“Fuck!” came from Preston again.
I tried to turn my head to see what was going on, but with my hands and ankles secured, I could barely move. Gunshots rang out, and I almost pissed my pants.
“Lord, please send someone to save me. I’m not ready to die today,” I whispered as tears gathered in my eyes.
A door opened, and I instinctively screamed, wiggled, and kicked as much as I could in the small space.
“It’s me, baby. Rose, it’s me.”
Russell’s voice immediately calmed me, and I cried uncontrollably. He lifted me from the car and carried me bridal style to his truck. After placing me in the front passenger seat, he wrapped me in his arms.
“Are you hurt?” I shook my head because I was too emotional to speak. “Let me look at you.”
He released me and cupped my face as I looked up at him. He studied my face, and when he bit his bottom lip, I knew it looked as bad as it felt.
