Page 20 of Dylan’s Dad (Horsemen Of The Apocalypse MC #1)

Lola

I come to, to the sound of tires on gravel and the bouncing of the car.

My anxiety skyrockets as I realize I am in the trunk and its pitch black in here.

Closing my eyes, I breathe just like Stallion had me do at the prison.

This time the control comes easier. Reopening my eyes, I can see it’s not quite pitch black there is a light red glow from where the brake lights are and then I remember learning once that cars have an emergency release in the trunks.

I thought they were supposed to glow or something but don’t see anything like that so I start feeling around between the brake lights.

I’m pretty sure we are on a dirt road now which means the car can’t be going that fast. Maybe I can make a run for it, if I can find the release.

Suddenly my hand catches on something, it feels like a hook or a T shape maybe.

This has to be the release. Praying that Dylan doesn’t have that gun handy, I yank on it hard.

The trunk pops open and I was right, we're on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere and the car doesn’t seem to be going very fast. I have no idea how to best do this but I’m thinking if I roll while covering my head it will cause the least amount of damage, hopefully.

I can’t overthink this, I just need to do it.

I essentially throw myself out of the trunk covering my head and face with my cuffed hands.

The rocks and dirt scrape over my exposed skin but I don’t have time to focus on that either, I need to run.

Picking myself up I see the charger come to an abrupt stop and I bolt for the trees.

I’ve never been a very athletic person but it must be the adrenaline pushing me to run the fastest I think I’ve ever run in my life.

Dylan isn’t a runner but he does have longer legs than me so I probably won’t be able to outrun him.

As I run I scan the dark forest for a place to hide and all I see is trees I decide fuck it and slip behind the first tree wide enough.

Slapping my hand over my mouth, I listen.

I don’t hear anything. Where the fuck is he?

I know there is no way he just gave up or thinks I got away.

The urge to look around the tree for him is almost too much to push down.

I hear it then, the roar of a bike coming from the road.

Reaper. Suddenly, something, no Dylan grabs me by my hair pulling me away from the tree.

“When are you going to learn? You will never escape me.” He drags me by the hair further into the woods.

“Just because you whored yourself around to all that biker trash doesn’t mean you belong to them.

I knew I was right about you cheating on me with fucking Reaper but wow you will just spread your legs for anyone won’t you. ”

“What the fuck are you even talking about? I never cheated on you.”

He throws me to the packed earth of the forest floor before delivering a powerful kick to my stomach, knocking the air out of me.

"Don't bother trying to deny it, I saw everything," he sneered.

"I saw him taking you from behind, bent over the railing, fucking you like a cheap whore. So you can stop lying."

I begin laughing, “You are fucking psychotic! I wasn’t fucking Reaper when you beat the shit out of me and raped me but I sure as fuck am now.” I push up to my knees and start to get to my feet when he slaps me across the face with his gun. I stumble, landing back on my ass.

“From what I saw you seem to enjoy it rough. Not so much right now?”

“That’s because Reaper is a real man. He knows how to fuck unlike you and that pathetic thing you call a dick.”

“You dumb cunt!” He pushes me down onto my back forcefully.

“If you want a real man, I'll show you a real man.” He reaches for his belt, trying to undo his pants as I struggle to get up once more.

But he swings the gun at me, threateningly.

"No, you're going to stay right where you are and take it like the whore you are. "

This can’t be happening. Not again. Reaper is out here somewhere, I just need to stay alive long enough for him to find me.

Dylan comes toward me lowering to his knees while keeping the gun on me.

I will not let him rape me again, I feel something hard under my hands, which landed above my head at some point, a rock maybe.

I will let him get close enough then hit him hard and make a run for the road.

He starts yanking down my pants and I close my eyes to curb the panic and disgust rising.

Slipping his hips between my knees, my stomach turns.

He brings himself forward resting the hand holding the gun on the ground by my shoulder.

Slamming my hands forward as hard as I can I hit him on the head and he falls forward on top of me and I kick and push him off.

Trying to get to my feet I hear a loud bang and feel a sharp pain in my side.

Dylan has the gun aimed in my direction but his hand is swaying as I launch myself at him, hitting him over and over and over until I realize he stopped moving several swings ago.

Pushing off of him I scoot back until my back hits a tree.

No, not a tree, legs. I look up seeing Reaper’s devastatingly beautiful face lit with the dim blue light of the moon.

He squats down behind me and hooks an arm into my armpit and lifts me to my feet, never taking his eyes or gun off Dylan.

Until I wince and then his gaze drops to me.

“How bad are you hurt, Little Flower?” Looking me over, his face becomes mottled with anger and I realize I am naked from the waist down.

Looking back at Dylan I say, “Not as bad as him. I think I killed him.”

Glancing back at Dylan he steps around me heading for his son.

I grab my pants and begin tugging them up, pushing away the ache in my side.

He kicks the gun away and dips down, from this angle I can’t see what he is doing but I assume checking for a pulse or something.

“Nope. Not dead. Yet. He is in rough shape but won’t die from the damage you did.

” He returns and reaches for my wrists and uncuffs me.

He must’ve got the keys off Dylan. “Stay here for a moment.” I nod.

I watch as he lifts Dylan, placing his back against a tree and cuffing him there with both hands behind the tree.

“Are you just gonna leave him there?”

"No, but at this moment, you are my main concern," he replies firmly. He comes back to my side and scoops me up in his arms, holding me close against his chest. I flinch as the movement pulls on the wound on my side.

A loud echoing roar fills the air and I tense.

“It’s just my brothers.” I relax against his chest. As the trees start to thin out I can see shadows peeling away from the trees, no not shadows, The Horsemen.

If you would have asked me a year ago, being in the woods at night with at least a dozen outlaw bikers would not have made me feel safe but now there is nowhere I feel safer than in their presence.