Page 11 of Dusty and Dented (Fallen Angels MC #2)

A ndy’s head throbbed . Worse than after crying herself to sleep and that was saying something. She blinked her eyes open then slammed them shut again as the light sent daggers of pain stabbing through her head.

Where was she? The hard, cold metal beneath her told her she wasn’t in her bed or anywhere she remembered laying down. But how had she gotten here? She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. What was the last thing she remembered?

Watching a movie with Dagger. The movie had gotten over, he went to the bathroom and someone had knocked on the door.

She’d answered it. The stranger, who she’d thought was part of the Fallen Angels, had snatched her.

He dumped her on a hard surface then the world had gone black.

She remembered the pain in the back of her head.

The rocking motion of wherever she was laying told her she was likely still in whatever vehicle he’d dumped her in.

Andy tried to lift her hand to check the back of her head where it still hurt but couldn’t.

Her hands were tied together in front of her.

She slit her eyes open, trying to figure out where she was.

It appeared to be a panel van. She took in what little she could see without moving, but it was limited.

There were no windows, no carpet. No wonder she was cold.

Near her feet she could see the sliding door on the side of the van, but she didn’t see anyone back here with her.

But maybe they were just behind her. She tried not to move too much, for fear of letting whoever had taken her know she was awake.

She didn’t want them to knock her out again.

Closing her eyes again, darkness swept over her once more.