She appealed to Rory, because quite frankly Horse seemed to be missing a few brain cells. But then, Rory had to be as well because he had to know Duke was going to murder him.
“He won’t find us,” Rory stated, although she thought she heard a waver in his voice.
He took another corner too hard and she winced as her back slammed against the metal wall of the van. Her bladder took that moment to warn her that she needed to pee.
Awesome.
“He’ll find you,” she yelled. “He won’t stop until he does. I hope getting a bit of revenge over some hurt feelings is worth the pain of what he’ll do to you!”
“Shut up, bitch,” Horse snarled. “They disrespected us. They have to pay. And Rory’s been telling me how you got Duke pussy-whipped. You should have been nicer to my boy, then maybe we wouldn’t have to cut you up. He did his best to get you fired. Messed up your work, but I guess when you’re fucking the boss you got job security. I got the idea to take you after you interrupted me scratching up his truck. Going to have fun using my knife on you.”
“C-cut me up? Rory!”
Wait. Horse had been the guy in the hoodie? Oh God. She felt nauseous.
“Shut up, bitch!” Rory yelled. “I’m trying to think!”
“I have to pee!”
“Nobody cares, cunt,” Horse told her.
She was going to be sick. “And I’m going to vomit. You have to stop!”
“Horse?” Rory called back, sounding unsure.
“Let her fucking piss herself and vomit. Gonna be doing worse once my knife carves her up.”
She pressed her lips together to hold in a whimper of fear. Please, Duke. Find me.
“She can’t mess up the van,” Rory whined. “It’s my cousin’s. He’ll kill me.”
They used a borrowed van to kidnap her? Were they fucking idiots? Suddenly, the van swung to the right and she went flying against the side, banging her shoulder.
Ouch. Ow.
Tears filled her eyes, a sob escaping.
No time to fall apart, Sunny. Duke will come for you. He’ll find you.
The van rocked to a stop. “Get her out, she can pee in the bushes,” Rory demanded. “There’s no one around.”
Horse grabbed her by the arm, holding her so tightly that she knew she was going to bruise. “Don’t you even think about fucking screaming, bitch. You make a noise, you try to run, you even look at me funny and I’ll carve you up right here and now.”
She could barely breathe; her legs were shaking. The van door opened and Rory gestured at them. It was now fully dark and he’d pulled off into a parking lot by an old warehouse. She l
ooked around in despair, but couldn’t see anyone close by. Horse dragged her off towards the bushes while Rory brought up the rear.
“Keep fucking watch while she pisses,” Horse ordered, yanking her a couple of feet away. He nodded at the ground. “Piss.”
“Turn around,” she demanded.
He just laughed. It wasn’t a normal laugh and the sound of it chilled her to the bone.
“Not happening. You wanted to piss then piss. But I ain’t taking my gaze off you.”
She swallowed heavily. “I can’t pee with you watching. I have a shy bladder.”
He took a step towards her, slipping a large knife from the sheath attached to his thigh. He held it up. The shadows around them suddenly seemed more menacing.