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Chapter 2- My Little Gift.
The bumps in the road made her head knock against the roof of the car more times than she could keep count of, her neck straining and cramping as they drove for miles and miles.
She wasn't as cold anymore, the interior of the car and all its passengers soon warming up in its cramped space.
She had no clue where they were going, but the longer the drive the longer she'd be safe, so she was happy for the extended travel time.
The car slowed down and turned, gravel under it's tires making the fear well inside her as she began to panic. They were probably taking her into the woods outside of town; to dispose of her.
After driving a little further the car stopped, suddenly, so she was thrown back into the guy she was sitting on. Everytime she had tried to pull away, he had pulled her back, a growl eventually sounding in her ear that told her to sit still, so she eventually stopped pulling away.
Andy heard the doors open and a hand latched on to her cuffs as the man under her hoisted her off his lap and set her back down on to the seat, the hand on the cuffs pulling her hands until her legs found the door. She stumbled out the car and onto her feet, her legs unwilling to co-operate as they wobbled.
She was being pulled again, her feet taking hesitant steps in the dark, so that she wouldn't fall until her hands were suddenly dropped and she froze.
This was it, her final breath. So she inhaled deeply and held it, waiting for the resounding echo of the gunshot that would be her untimely demise.
But it never came?
She heard the scrunch of the gravel under shoes as they moved around her, and a door open?
Where the hell were they?
"Sammy". The obvious leader of the pack called out really close to her ear. His voice made a cold chill run down her spine.
"Boss?".
"Here...". A hand suddenly shoved Andy, and just when she thought she was about to hit the ground, hands wrapped around her and steadied her as she stumbled.
"Boss?".
"She's yours".
The scrunch of gravel grew softer as the footsteps walked away.
Sudden panic coursed through her every fiber as realization set in.
This was so bad.
A hand wrapped around her upper arm as whichever one Sammy was walked and tugged her along, her feet refusing to work as they dug into the gravel in a bid to try and keep her where she was.
He pulled and she pulled back, trying to prolong the inevitable.
"Aarrgg". The growl sounded just to her left, sounding exactly the same as the one that had been in her ear in the car. It was the guy that she sat on, the one with the warm eyes.
As she attempted to keep a strong face, she felt his hands move around her waist, then she was scooped up and slung over his shoulder, his feet walking with determined strides.
His shoes bit into the gravel before they hit hardwood, it felt like they were climbing stairs.
She heard the sound of whispered voices, more than maybe three, one of them...female?
Andy was carried up a longer flight of stairs, or maybe down them; she wasn't sure, when she heard a door really close to them open.
That's when the adrenaline wore off and the panic seeped into her.
She started hitting his back with her hands fisted together, her legs kicking idly as she tried to free herself.
But he was too strong, and just tightened his grip on her, her futile attempts to break free just that - futile.
So she bit him. Hard.
The second her teeth sunk into the flesh through his shirt, he froze, a string of f-bombs flying out his mouth.
A sudden sting made it's presence known across her backside as he smacked her so hard that her eyes welled with a few more tears than they already had in them.
A screeched "Oooww" tossed from her lips.
She heard the door slam closed, her feisty fire raging as she resumed her assault on him in an attempt to escape.
The stranger shifted her around, then she was falling before she bounced on a soft surface that she knew was a bed.
Her hands were yanked above her head, a key slipping into the handcuffs and loosening one side before it was snapped closed again, her one arm hanging suspended in the air, the other stagnant at her side, paralyzed in fear.
Her blindfold was suddenly ripped from her face, the bright light from the ceiling lights causing her eyes to slam closed in revolt to its harshness.
Her captor was hovering over her, his face still obscured from view by the ski-mask when she opened her eyes. He was just staring at her with those big, warm eyes.
But they were blazing.
His hand moved up so fast that she cringed, visibly, thinking that it was moving towards her.
He shrank back, his hand finding its way to the top of the ski-mask before ripping it off.
His face was hard, a strong jaw line with a tense jaw taking her immediate attention.
His eyes turned from a rich brown, to a hollow black as he leaned closer. He was so close that she could feel the heat radiating off his face, smell the musky mint of gum on his breath as he whispered out harsh words.
"Do that again, and you will get the hiding of your life"
He moved like lightning, stalking out of the room, the door slamming again on his departure.
The sound of a key in the lock told her that he was locking her in, or locking the door to keep someone out.
Sammy found the guys in the lounge, cash strewn over the table as Bobby sat counting it.
It looked like enough to get them to where they needed to be, so hoping that nothing else went wrong anytime soon, Sammy would be out of here sooner than he thought.
"You not testing the samples there Sammy?".
"Business before pleasure Scott". Sam's dry tone did little to hide his distaste for the man that just couldn't find it in himself to respect a woman.
The mark across his face was testament to that, he grabbed Bobby on her ass, and she didn't like it too much. Scott should have waited until she wasn't holding a beer bottle.
Damian came into the room handing out beers in celebration of actually pulling off the job, minus the small hitch that now lay cuffed to Sam's bedpost.
"We good?". Damian said sitting down next to Bobby as she stacked the last pile of notes to the side.
She could count cash quicker than the best banker.
"We're good, got change too". She said wearing a mega smile.
It was music to Sam's ears.
They needed enough cash to buy a shipment of cocaine coming in to the docks in three weeks, highest bidder won the prize, their only competition- every other druglord in Toronto.
The price was good, too good to miss, but they usually dealt small time, and mostly in weaponry. So when they heard the rumors that a large shipment was going for next to nothing, Damian devised a plan to come up with enough quick cash to pay the full amount to the Chinese before someone else did.
So they robbed a bank, and added it to their 'savings plan'; now they just had to wait for the cash to be delivered when the boat docked.
Easy as pie.
Until the hard-assed, doe-eyed idiot upstairs got entangled in their perfect plan.
The cash was stashed away, and the guys made idle conversation about what they would spend their millions on when they made the big time, Sam hanging back as he stared out of the window.
"She okay?". Bobby asked as she lingered behind Sam.
"She's scared".
"I was too". She said before walking away.
Bobby had been in more or less the same position the woman upstairs was in, Damian took her from a dive bar when a fight broke out and they needed an insurance policy to get them out the door safely.
But she was different.
She had a bad life and was better off where she was now, than where she had been then.
When they pulled over to let her out of the car that night, she begged them to take her with, not to make her go back there. So Damian had relented and let her stay, making her pay her way by cooking and cleaning.
Six years later, she was still here, and now a piece of Damian's property.
Sam was surprised that the night Scott had grabbed Bobby's ass, that Damian didn't shoot him where he stood. Damian was hard. He was cold and callous, heartless. And Bobby was just... So soft and feminine. They were polar opposites.
"You should buy her something. Something nice. Make her feel better". Bobby called across the room before sitting down on Damian's lap as she mumbled about more beer and pizza.
Sam left the window and went to get a soda, his... Whatever, was probably thirsty and could do with some sugar.
As he closed the fridge, Scott was there, lurking behind the door, leering at him from his icy-blue eyes.
"Let me know if you want me to take her for a test drive". He sneered before cutting his breath off when his back slammed into the wall behind him.
"You touch her, and I will kill you".
Sam shoved him into the wall again before letting his hands fall away from the scruff of Scott's collar. He had no idea what just happened, or why he reacted that way, but those words just set him on fire.
He was usually cool, and collected, but that just made him snap.
"Sammy". Damian called after him, but he was gone, the soda picked up off the floor as he stepped over it.
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