“Fucking bitch!”
Murdering bastard!
Blood gushed from the man’s broken nose, but that didn’t deter the asshole as much as she’d hoped. Instead, it seemed to motivate him even more.
Despite the fact that he was still holding a gun, the man chose to shove the weapon into his waistband and grab both of her ankles. He yanked her roughly toward him, and Jenna screamed again.
For help.
For Marie to wake up.
For a man who wasn’t coming.
The drugs made her thoughts and movements jumbled and uncoordinated as she clawed at the leather seat beneath her. Within seconds, the man had her out of the car and was dragging her toward the back of the cab.
The rumbling she’d heard before grew louder. Closer.
Please let someone come before they take me. Please!
Refusing to give up, Jenna continued fighting. She dug her nails into the man’s hand, raking them across his skin as her fingers flailed against him. She screamed until her voice was nearly gone, and when that didn’t work, she made her already waning body as limp as possible.
He may win, but I’ll be damned if I make it easy for him.
“Stupid bitch.” He struggled to bring her to her feet. “Stand. Up!”
“Fuck…you.”
Jenna was fading fast. She knew it, and her attacker knew it, too.
With two hands below her armpits, he lifted her up just enough to reach around her waist and haul her over his broad shoulder. Pushing against him, Jenna did what she could to get free, but it was no use.
This man was too strong, and she was way too out of it to even try anymore. Tears fell from her sleepy eyes.
I don’t want to disappear.
They were almost to the other car when the distinct roar of motorcycle engine approached them. Tires squealed, the smell of burning rubber filling Jenna’s nostrils as the rider skidded to a halt nearby.
“Let her go!” A man yelled. His growl was deep and animalistic.
The jerk holding her opened fire.
The good Samaritan fired back, and Jenna felt her attacker jerk beneath her as a bullet entered his body somewhere she couldn’t see.
Crying out in pain, the man holding her stumbled, his hold on her loosening to the point she began to slide down his arm.
“Forget it!” A third man hollered from behind the wheel of the other car. “We’ll get her another time!”
Taking his partner’s advice, the guy threw her off his shoulder and ran-limped to the car. Jenna’s limp body smacked against the road’s unforgiving asphalt, pain radiating throughout her body as she hit.
Firing toward the man who’d come to her rescue, her would-be abductor pulled the trigger on his gun again. Jenna squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to watch another innocent man get murdered.
Once.
Twice.
Over and over again, the bastard shot blindly as he ran, not stopping until he and his getaway driver sped away from the scene.
“Jenna!”