Page 49 of Bowser (Dragon Riders MC 2)
I tugged at my ankles while I tried working my wrists. My right arm was still numb, so only my left hand worked. But the tape around my ankles slowly gave way. Sure, duct tape was great for a lot. However, if someone worked it enough and stretched it enough, the damn stuff was useless.
“Such an idiot,” I whispered to myself.
I heard the roaring of bike engines and froze. Who was that? Were those Skeleton’s men? Or was that Bowser and the guys?
I have to get out of this truck.
The engines grew closer and the van started to tremble. And I figured with the lack of guns blazing, it was more of Skeleton’s men. I shook my head as I continued to tug and pull my ankles apart. Loosening the tape as much as I could. I wiggled my body like a writhing worm over to the doors with my wrists still tightly bound. Damn it. I couldn't get that tape to loosen like I did around my ankles. But it didn’t matter. The second I ripped my right foot from the tape, I rolled my ankles.
Silently rejoicing at my freedom.
“One down, one to go,” I murmured.
I rolled over onto my stomach and sat up on my knees. I maneuvered myself around, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. I needed to get on my ass and scoot over to the door. Because if I could touch my feet down onto the ground, I could get away from this place. I was big, but limber. I didn’t look quick, but I knew I could outrun everyone in this damn place. Skeleton, included.
My fat didn’t cover bones.
It covered muscles.
Light streamed down from above and I looked to my left. There was a small window I hadn’t noticed before, and I grew curious. I walked myself on my knees over to the window before I used my forehead against the wall to stand myself up. And after hunching over so I wouldn’t slam into the metal roof of this damn thing, I peered through the glass.
“What the fuck?”
I rolled my lips over my teeth to keep from being any louder as I watched what was happening. Some of the Golden Jags were on their bikes, revving their engines and clapping while another van pulled into a parking space. I scanned around as much as I could, trying to see if I could figure out where we were. But the only thing I saw was a gravel parking lot, more parking spaces, multiple spigots protruding from the ground, and woods.
So much wooded area.
A campground, maybe?
If it was, the damn place had been abandoned. Because there were weeds growing between the gravel rocks. There wasn’t another person in sight except those damn Golden Assholes and whoever drove that random van. I watched as the doors to the van ripped open. I squinted as I watched the guys pulling girls from the back. My stomach dropped to my toes as tears rushed my eyes. Holy shit, they’d done another run for more women.
“I’m going to get you guys out of here,” I whispered.
Then, a familiar woman came into view. One of the bikers wrapped their arms around her waist while she fought them, but I’d never forget her face. Or those tits. That was Slash, the president of the Red Pythons.
And the more I scanned the girls, the more I realized something.
They’re all Pythons.
“Get off me!”
“Fuck you.”
“My husband’s going to kill you.”
“Get the fuck off!”
They were all screaming and growling. They fought, trying to get those guys off them. But all the Golden Jags did was laugh and paw them down like the fucking dogs they were. The girls were shoved into the middle of a circle while the guys gathered around them. And as wooden crates and barrels were hauled off the van as well, I tried to put the pieces together.
Is this a set-up?
Wait. The plan. Didn’t Bowser mention something about…?
“Bait,” I whispered.
It all made sense now. Every single bit of it. Why the Pythons were here. Why they were fighting against these guys. Why they were dressed in skimpy outfits. Most of them looked like college girls, with their shorts, tank tops, and floral dresses. However, a couple of them looked like girls you’d pick up on the corner, with their glittery chests and their red lips and their teased hair and their tits hiked up to their cheeks.
It is a set-up!
I locked my eyes on Slash as Skeleton made his way for her. He gripped her chin and moved her face side to side, and I knew what that meant. He liked what he saw. Another slice of prey for his predatory ways.
Then, he patted Slash’s face.
I saw his lips moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Not above the dull roar of the bikes. But whatever he said to Slash pissed her off. I watched her face turn red. I watched her grab for something in her pocket. And as she brandished something metallic, I backed away from the window.
