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you care?” He growled out the words, not so much from frustration or annoyance, but from pain. “And fuck no. Your man ain’t out there. Nobody came for you.”
    Whereas he’d once been somewhat jovial since he’d taken me, his mood had taken a dark turn. He seemed angry, but I guess pain will do that to a person, so I shut up again.
    Another hour or so and we were pulling over. I tried to look up and see if I could recognize our surroundings but moving hurt my body from the cramped position I’d held on the floor. Another low growl and JD was out of the car, the door slamming shut and the sound of retreating boots against the ground. The car was hot as a bitch and my arms had gone numb from being tied. Pins and needles shot all over my body and after ten minutes without JD’s return, I started to panic. Was the fucker leaving me in this car? It felt like a fucking oven and I was gasping for the oxygen that couldn’t be found. It was like being back in the trunk.
    I didn’t want to die like this. Being shot, stabbed, whatever. It couldn’t be worse than the slow loss of the ability to breathe. Every time my lungs pulled in, I was left light-headed and nauseous from the effort. My vision was getting hazy and sweat stopped seeping over my skin. How fucking long was he going to leave me here? When the door finally opened again, a swift gust of wind moved across my skin sending chills across a distressed body. The car rocked with his weight and without speaking, he fired the engine, peeling out and throwing me around in the back. I groaned from the pain, but was too close to passing out to voice my complaint.
    Another wordless hour passed and we stopped again. I’d finally cooled down enough to squeak out a desperate request. “Pl … please don’t leave me in the heat again. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, my mouth feels like a fucking desert…”
    “Shut the fuck up.” He turned in his seat and had me by the hair in seconds. Pulling me up until our noses met, the rage behind his eyes almost paralyzed me with fright. He was hurt, he was angry and he was fucking tired of my shit.
    “If I want to leave you in this fucking car until you cook, I’ll do so. You get me? I’m not in the fucking mood to deal with a little sniveling bitch whose mouth is larger than her common sense. I may have been nice to you at first, but all fucking bets are off at this point. Learn your fucking place, bitch.” His hand opened and I fell back to the ground, my shoulder catching the raised hump between the two seats. It popped and I screamed, realizing that it had dislocated.
    Real tears poured from my eyes this time and I continued crying as he climbed out, slamming the door. The car shook from the force and pain sliced along my nerves. I tried to shift my position to take my weight off my injured shoulder, but every small movement resulted in more pain from the ropes binding my arms and legs together. Spots appeared in my vision and my teeth ground together.
    Resigning to the fact that I was going to die in this car, my strength began to dissipate. I’d been pissed off. I’d been scared. I’ll even admit that I’d been reduced to your typical damsel in distress, hoping in vain that the brothers of my club would come along to miraculously free me from the crazy son of a bitch who held me. However, now that I realized I wouldn’t survive, I tried to find peace in the fate that awaited me. I wasn’t a big believer in the afterlife, didn’t really think that there was some place good souls could go to meet up after the reaper paid them a visit. Maybe it was delirium, but I wondered if my mother would be waiting for me on the other side. The thought made me feel better. I still feared the death and the pain that would deliver me to the crossroads, but I didn’t fear what would be found once I arrived there.
    The door next to my head opened, but I barely registered. I felt myself being lifted, carried through the Arizona sun