CHAPTER THREE

Jack's insides were churning. Martha Macklin was in the trunk of somebody's shit box car. He knew immediately that he had to get her out. The boss would skin him alive if he even let Corey touch her.

"Open it," Jack ordered as he waved the gun at the car.

"Don't be stupid. Why would I do that?" Josh scoffed.

"The last time I checked; there was a gun pointing at you. Oh, look at that; there still is," Jack said sarcastically. "Now open the good damned trunk," he demanded.

"Corey will kill me," Josh shook his head.

"Corey will kill you?" Jack laughed. "Mother fucker; I'll kill you," he exclaimed as he cocked the trigger on his gun.

"Okay, okay," Josh held his hands up in defense. He moved over to the trunk of the car and slid the key in.

Jack moved up beside him and popped open the trunk. Before Jack could even register what was going, a pair of feet was flying at him. The feet connected with his stomach; sending him flying back.

From the floor Jack watched as Martha sat up in the trunk, only to be hit square in the face by Josh's fist. The impact knocked her out cold.

"Stupid whore," Josh laughed as he rubbed his fist.

"You son of a bitch," Jack roared as he jumped up and started pounding his own fists into Josh's face.

Josh fell to the ground; groaning in pain. Jack quickly snatched his gun up off the ground and then took the keys from out of the boot. He looked down at Martha; taking in her appearance. She had a small cut above her eyebrow, from where Josh had punched her. Blood was dripping from it. Jack hated the thought of leaving her in there, but he knew that the only way he would get her out of there alive, was if he kept her in the trunk and drove away from the property as if nothing had gone on. Jack lowered the trunk door and slammed it shut. He turned and looked down at Josh.

"Just out of curiosity; how was he gonna do it? How was he gonna kill her?" he asked.

"He was gonna burn her alive. The tank of petrol is in the back seat of the car," Josh moaned to him, without even having to be threatened. Obviously he didn't want another punch in the face.

Jack just nodded. "Tell ya boss I said goodbye," he smirked.

He then jumped in the car; turning on the ignition. He revved it a few times before speeding out of the garage. Luckily for him, the front gate was open, so he didn't even have to stop.

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"So, who should we do in first; Macklin or Holden?" Corey laughed as he headed back down to the garage with Ash.

Ash laughed along with him. "I'd say the broad. I'd love to see the look on Jack's face as we burned her alive," he said with malice in his voice.

"I'm going to have to agree with you on that one, brother," Corey nodded. "Ashton, my man; today is going to be a good day. It's going to be the start of something new. This town is going to be ours in no time," he grinned.

Ash grinned back at him, but then started to frown. "What was that?" he asked.

"What was what?" Corey was confused.

Ash took off like a rocket. He smashed open the door to the garage; just in time to see Josh's beat up old bomb speeding down the drive way.

"Son of a bitch," Corey roared when he finally realised what was going on. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Josh hunched over. "You imbecile; you let him take her. You let him take her," he screamed out as he strode over towards Josh and kicked him right in the face with steel capped boot.

Corey was seething. His eyes were flashing with anger. "Call Zoë; tell her that I need her," he told Sam; who had now joined them.

"Of course; anything for you," Sam nodded as she smiled flirtatiously at him before walking away.

"What now?" Ash questioned.

"We leave it up to Zoë. I'm sure they'll be dead by the end of the day," Corey exclaimed.

Corey then clicked his fingers; enticing two large burly men into the room. "Get that moron out of my sight," he said as he pointed at Josh. "Take him into my private room. I'll deal with him later," he ordered.

The two men nodded at him and grabbed Josh from off the floor. They dragged him from the room; kicking and screaming.

Corey then turned back to Ash. "Where's that slutty sister of mine?" he asked.

"I'm guessing with that fiancé of hers," Ash answered.

Corey nodded. "Find out where he lives. I think I need to pay him a visit," he exclaimed.

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Martha winced at the pain above her eyebrow. That bastard punched me, she thought to herself. But hey, at least she got one kick in.

Martha tried to move but to no avail. Her arms were tied behind her back so there wasn't much she could do. She had her eyes covered, so she couldn't see a thing. Not that she'd be able to see anything anyway. It was dark in the trunk. Martha searched with small fingers; trying to find anything that she could use to cut herself free. Bringing her feet up she felt around with the pads of them for a latch or anything she could use to make her escape. Of course there was nothing.

She was dead. Martha knew it the second she awoke in the car; the piece of shit car that reeked of urine and blood. Martha felt the road under her body. They were driving and it seemed like it was going to be a long drive. Martha's mouth was sore from the gag, her face burned from the punch and all she wanted to do was scream at the restrictions her feet and hands were in. They were going to kill her.

Tears began make their way down her cheeks and she tried so hard to stop them, holding them in as best she could. It was no use. Her life was being cut short. She knew why, it wasn't a mystery to as of why. It was who she was, how she was brought up. Death was most definitely expected. She had tried to stay in the background though. She had tried to be fair with her decisions, but sometimes it was damn near impossible not to upset someone who would maybe seek revenge.

The panic started to sink in. Her life was going to be taken. No weddings, no children, no man to love for the rest of her life. She tried hard to think happy thoughts, but it just seemed to make things worse. At this point, she could only hope that her death would come quick and without suffering.

She thought about her friends and family, and their reaction to her death. She wondered who it would be that would find her dead rotting corpse. Would it be one of the boys, or would her killer make sure that it was ageing grandfather that found her. Martha knew that finding her body would be enough to send her grandfather to an early grave.

At that point, Martha made a promise to herself that she would fight for her life. She wasn't going to let them take it away from her that easy. She wasn't going to let family and friends suffer. The way she saw it; if she was going to die, then sure as hell, she was going to take someone with her.

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Jack drove for about an hour before he finally came to a stop. He was hungry so he'd found an old beaten down diner. They were sure to have some big greasy burger that he could chow down on. After the day that he'd had; he deserved it.

Jack also knew that it wasn't a good idea to keep Martha in the trunk for to much longer. He knew that she was awake as he could hear her feet banging against the trunk door. He could tell that she was desperate to get out. She'd surely kick his ass when she found out that he had been the one who had kept her in there for so long. That was only if she remembered him of course.

Jack let out a loud huff as he stepped out of the car. He slowly made his way towards the back of the car. He slid the key into the trunk and turned it…………….

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