DISCLAIMER
Sons of Thunder belongs USA, CBS, and Chuck Norris. Carlos' background belongs to Jaimi. I own Leroy's henchman. And no, he doesn't have a name, sorry.
Hours later, Kim let out a sigh of relief when Leroy stopped the van and got out of the truck.
"Finally," she said. She had begun to go stir-crazy. Carlos, however, tensed. He didn't know where they were and he didn't like it.
"Okay, you two. Out," Leroy ordered. Carlos and Kim did as they were told.
"Where are we, Leroy?" Carlos queried.
"Shut it, boy," Leroy responded, smacking him on the back of the head. Carlos didn't say anything, but glared at his stepfather.
"Get inside," the man instructed. Reluctantly, they did as they were told.
"Put 'em in separate rooms," Leroy told his partner. Leroy's henchman grabbed Kim who shrugged him off.
"Back off. I can walk myself," she snapped.
"I'll take care of the boy," Leroy sneered, putting a hand on Carlos' shoulder. Carlos pushed his stepfather away.
"You touch me and I will kill you," he thickly threatened. Leroy backhanded him, knocking him back. Carlos touched his mouth and felt the blood.
"What are you waitin' for? You have your orders. Do it," Leroy snapped.
"Come on, girlie," the man oozed, taking hold of Kim again.
"Hey, I'll go where you want, but I can walk myself. Deal?" Kim queried, shaking him off. Without waiting for answer, she stomped off, the man behind her. Leroy put a hand on Carlos' shoulder.
"Don't---" Carlos jerked away. "touch me," he finished.
"Carlos, don't be that way," Leroy warned softly. "Now come on," he continued. Carlos sighed in defeat and shook his head helplessly. I can't believe I'm about to say this, he thought to himself. "Lead the way, Leroy," he said quietly. Then, he followed his stepfather to one of the rooms.