Page 83 of Her Wicked Hero

“Leaving,” she spat up at him.

“She’s a fighter,” he yelled up to the driver.

“Leave her alone, she needs to be in good shape when we deliver her to Jefferies.”

“I don’t have anything to tie you up with, baby. Guess we’ll just have to lie here.” He rubbed himself suggestively against her. Marcia cringed.

It seemed like hours, and she had had enough. “Get off me.”

“You’ll try something stupid.” He shoved himself lewdly against her again, and Marcia wanted to cry. Where was Zed, he’d promised it was going to be okay.

She started to scream. She couldn’t help it, it just was too much.

“Get off her!” the driver yelled.

The sour smelling man rolled off her. “Shut your mouth, or I’ll hit you.”

Marcia stopped screaming. He was off her that’s what she wanted. She felt the vehicle begin to slow down, then finally stop. She started to scream again, hoping to draw someone’s attention. Body Odor man slapped his hand over her mouth.

The van door slid open, and two men crawled in. She cowered back. Think Marcia, they want you alive. Driver boy said you needed to be unharmed. It’s going to be okay.

“Use this.” One of the two men threw a rag at her face.

“What for?” skunk-man asked.

“Gag her. We need to take her to the boat.”

If she got out of this alive, she was never going on another boat for the rest of her life, Marcia vowed.

The rag was tied around her mouth, and she was yanked out of the van, then carried like a sack of potatoes toward the sound of water.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” said to the guy next to him. At least he wasn’t the one carrying her because then she’d be throwing up behind the rag because of the toxic odor.

“Shut up.” The man carrying her went faster, and Marcia saw the stinker falling behind. There were four men taking her towards the boat. She was dizzy because of the airbag, and she was hung over the back of this guy’s shoulders, so maybe it was her imagination, but did she just see a shadow pull stink-boy into the bushes?

She looked around, and now she was surrounded by only three men.

Zed! He was coming to rescue her.

It was time to do her part. She twisted, kicked, and bit.

“Bitch, don’t make me hurt you.”

Another shadow rose from the bushes and pulled down one of the three remaining men. She kicked and twisted more keeping the remaining men’s focus on her. Zed would so totally win.

“What the fuck?” the man holding her stopped, his voice high.

“Give her to me.” It was Hunter’s voice.

She couldn’t see anything. “What’s going on?” she cried. This was ticking her off.

She felt herself falling as her captor dropped her. The dark ground came hurtling toward her, then she was caught. Somebody pulled off her gag.

“Zed?”

“Nope, I’m Kane.” His grin flashed white.

“Where’s Zed? Is he okay?”