Brawn - Laurann Dohner [21]
They carried Brawn to the back wall at Tina and Mel’s yard. One man released Brawn’s legs and climbed the wall, while the other two lifted Brawn’s limp body up. The sound of a distant siren made Becca fight back the urge to attack Randy. She could take him by surprise, maybe and flee into the darkness. They wouldn’t have much time to find her before the cops arrived but they also might just shoot her in the back. Kill her.
Brawn had been caught because he’d refused to leave her behind to flee. She clenched her teeth as the asshole shoved her at the wall. The three carrying Brawn had already made it over with him, out of sight. She raised her arms to grip the top of the wall. She wasn’t leaving Brawn. He was helpless, drugged and she might see an opportunity to save him.
Never leave a man behind. That was one of her dad’s favorite mottos. Fuck! She wasn’t about to abandon Brawn.
Chapter Four
Becca felt hope that perhaps the cops would arrive and save the day until she was pushed into a waiting black van parked in Mel and Tina’s driveway. She saw a white logo sticker across the side of it advertising security. They were smart, the cops probably wouldn’t stop them, figuring they were there to respond to a silent alarm. Her optimism died.
Randy shoved her inside the back of the well-lit interior of the van and straight into a large cage. She landed on something warm. Brawn was sprawled under her, not moving, his eyes closed. A loud sound behind her made her jump as the cage door slammed closed, locking them inside together.
Becca watched men pile into the front half of the commercial-sized van. The front driver door and passenger door opened to admit two more men. There were seven in all. The driver’s face wasn’t covered and she was pretty sure from the back of his head that it was the prick who’d shot Tina. He turned to glance at the back.
“Let’s roll, people.” He chuckled. “That was some easy money.” The van engine started and it rolled forward, taking her away.
Laughter sounded around the van after one of the men closed a curtain partition from the front so they could keep the lights on without anyone seeing them. “Well, not for Smitty.”
More laughter. “He was a prick anyway.”
“Maybe we should have taken his body with us.”
“Naw. It will confuse the cops. He’s got a list of burglary raps.”
Becca couldn’t tell who was talking with their mouths covered. She shifted her body to ease her weight off Brawn. The cage was large, designed for a big animal, but not big enough to keep her from having to press against him a little. She settled on the cage floor on her butt and leaned against his chest. She studied his face with concern and touched two fingers to his neck to feel a weak but steady pulse.
“Look? It must be love. She’s touching him.”
Another one snickered. “I wouldn’t mind her touching me.”
“Me neither.”
Becca ignored them as she brushed Brawn’s hair back from his forehead after spotting a scratch above his eyebrow. It wasn’t deep, didn’t bleed much and she slid her fingers through his tresses to feel for any hidden lumps. She noticed the silky texture as she examined him but she didn’t find any signs of head trauma.
“Think she’s going to get it on with him?”
A few of them laughed.
“Well, if not him, maybe one of them.”
More laughs.
“I think I’m going to volunteer monitor duty when we get back. I want to see this if the Doc wants them to fuck.”
More laughs.
Becca gritted her teeth and looked up. She glared at the heads turned her way and met the eyes of the men watching her since they’d removed their goggles while she tended Brawn.
“You’ve made the worst mistake of your lives. My father is going to hunt