"This wasn't supposed to go this way," I said
"You might want to fasten your seatbelt." Woody jammed the car into gear and squealed away from the curb.
I grabbed the ‘oh shit’ handle and held on while he screamed down the street.
"They're heading south," Forrest said. "Turn right at the next corner."
Woody turned right. "What the hell happened?" he demanded, stopping to honk at someone who pulled out of a side street in front of us. "They were supposed to accept your magnanimous gift of a woman to sell."
Yeah, those words were as fucked up as they sounded, but that was their plan. The plan that was officially pear-shaped as a motherfucker.
Forrest glanced over at him. "Now we have a new plan. Follow our woman and get her back."
How was he so calm? I wanted to lose my shit. Iwasgoing to lose my shit at whoever took her.
Rule number one: touch my woman and die.
What was rule number two? I didn't know. At the moment, it didn't matter. Right now the only thing that did was finding Sable safe and well and carrying out the punishment for breaking rule number one.
There was one major flaw in all of this.
"What about Savannah? Sable is going to be mad at us if we don't save her too."
Forrest glanced back at me. "Sable is my priority. Once we have her back, we'll find Savannah."
I gave him a look of disbelief. If someone bought Savannah at the auction, chances were we'd never see her again.
"She's not going to forgive us," I said, leaning my head back against the car seat.
"We can't be in two places at once," Woody pointed out. "I can pull over here if you want to run back. You could go to the auction instead."
"Not a chance." Forrest was right. Sable was our priority.
Sorry, Savannah. I hope you can hang on until we get to you too.
Not to mention the fact Woody wasn't slowing down.
"Turn left," Forrest said, pointing up ahead.
"They're going to wonder why you didn't show up at the auction," I said to him.
"Let them wonder," he snapped. "They'll understand well enough when we find her."
"They won't live long enough to understand," Woody growled. "I'm going to snap their fucking necks."
"Take a deep breath," Forrest said. "None of us can go in there half-cocked."
Woody glanced over at him and back to the road in time to avoid running into the car in front of us. He missed the back of it by maybe an inch.
"I'm going to get a rocket launcher installed in the front of this car," he said. "Any motherfucker that gets in my way, I'll blow them up."
"I don't know," I said, "but I think that's all kinds of illegal."
"At least three kinds," Forrest agreed. "I understand the temptation, but cooler heads have to prevail. Anger will only lead to us making mistakes."
We already miscalculated once. We weren't going to do it again.
Also? I was going to lock Sable in her apartment and stay there with her until the end of time. No one could take her again if we never went out. I suspected she'd hate that but it was tempting as fuck.