Page 41 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
“What are you doing?” one of them asked.
I paused my movements. “Trying to get comfortable. What’s it to you?”
The agent glared at me. “Sit still or I’ll have you tossed into the trunk.”
I grinned. “Promise, Daddy?”
The agent rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the road. And then, I started my journey once more. I had no fucking clue where they were taking me, but I knew one thing for certain.
If they had raided our houses, they had raided the bar.
My mind was so scattered. I wanted to figure out where the hell they were taking us, but I also needed to find Tara. Not only that, though, but I needed to find the other guys. Surely, some of them had gotten away. And if there was any time for any sort of emergency situation, it was now.
So, my fingertips slowly started rooting around again.
I moved as slowly as I could, slipping them into my left back pocket. I crossed my leg over my knee, hiking one of my ass cheeks up so I could quickly reach the other. I felt the sharp tip of my trusty best friend, Mr. Paper Clip. I got a decent enough grip on the damn thing to slip it out. But getting it into the hole of the handcuffs would be a very different story.
“Uh, I’m kind of getting car sick. Mind if I lie down?” I asked.
“Don’t you dare,” the agent said.
I slid to the edge of my seat. “Sure you want me barfing all over your nice leather in here?”
The agent in the passenger’s seat turned around. “Slide back or I’ll put a bullet in your gut myself.”
It didn’t matter, though, because as a grin slid across my face, I felt that unraveled paperclip slip right into the hole.
So, I leaned back and locked my arm into place.
I grew frustrated with every failed lock-picking attempt, but I kept my cool on the outside. I had to get myself out of these things quickly because the stoplights in town were becoming fewer and farther between. If I had any chance of getting to the bar, I had to make a quick exit without alerting the agents as to what was going on.
Then, there was the pesky method of dodging their bullets.
Bingo.
The handcuffs clicked against my skin before my right wrist loosened. That was all I needed, too. Just one wrist free. The other wrist I could pick once I got to a decent destination.
Now to wait for a stoplight.
My eyes studied the locking system for the car and it almost made me chuckle at how stupid it was. Just a regular locking system that wouldn’t take me much time to undo at all. Some police cruisers and cars like this had systems that didn’t engage in the back seat. As in, the only unlock button was upfront. And even if the car was unlocked, some cruisers and SUVs only opened from the outside. Like a child safety lock or something.
“Here’s to hoping,” I murmured.
“What did you say?” the agent asked.
The SUV came to a stop at a light and I grinned wildly.
“You know, as fun as this party’s been, I think I’m going to head on home,” I said.
The agent turned around, growling at me. “You even think about running, you’re going to be bleeding from holes in your back.”
I smiled. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to make promises you can’t keep?”
As quickly as the agent blinked at me, I reached for the door handle. And just like I thought, that agent drew his gun and started shooting. Inside the fucking car. His partner behind the wheel covered his head and cursed as loudly as he could, and me? Well, I hunkered down while that dumbass passenger-seat agent’s bullets flew right by me.
And shattered the glass of the window I sat next to.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” one of the agents roared.
I moved as quickly as I could, shoving my arm out the window and opening the door from the outside. And when it flew open, the light at the intersection turned green. Cars honked as the agent fumbled with another magazine clip, giving me just enough time to weave all around the cars lined up behind that SUV.
Making it hard for any person to take a shot without wounding someone other than me in the process.
“The guys will kill me over this,” I hissed.
I covered my head and ran as quickly as I could. I made a break for the woods as footsteps quickly fell behind me, hot on my trail. They shouted warnings before they discharged their weapon, and I zigzagged in order to stay out of the line of fire.
After all, even cops only carried so much ammunition on them.
If I can just force them to run out…
