Page 52 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
They all slowly looked around at each other before Josie whistled softly to herself. Then, Astrid took the reins and stepped up to fill me in.
“Well, we were thinking about ways to try and distract these guys long enough to catch them off-guard. And we were thinking that if you faked like you were going into labor, the other three of us could grab whatever’s in the back of this van and beat our way out of this place.”
I blinked. “And you think we can take on an entire crew like that?”
Josie shook her head. “Not an entire crew. At best, there’s two guys up front and two guys tailing behind. And I know I’ve felt at least two crowbars back here. Those damn things do some damage.”
Raven whispered in my ear. “We were thinking of doing it when the van stopped again, so we need to know if you’re on board.”
And like clockwork, the van came to a halt before the damn thing stopped moving altogether.
Josie passed around crowbars and anything we could use to defend ourselves. Me? Well, Astrid was hanging onto a pipe for me as I leaned against the wall, wondering if I could pull this off. But a thought crossed my mind. One lingering, soft thought that caused me to start wailing and gripping my stomach.
The thought of never meeting my sweet baby boy pushed me forward.
“Oh, shit! This fucking hurts, you guys!” I exclaimed.
I groaned and whimpered out in pain as another one of the guys banged on the van from somewhere.
“Keep it the fuck down, you bitch!”
Josie shot her mouth off right back. “She’s in labor, you fucking nutsack! Have a bit of compassion!”
I squeezed my eyes shut and rubbed my stomach. “Holy shit. Lamaze class doesn’t prepare anyone for this. I need a hospital. Holy fuck! Aaaaaahhhhh!”
The van lurched before the sound of grass and twigs sounded underneath the tires of the van. Josie looked at me and twirled her finger in the air, telling me to keep it up. So, I did. I cried out in pain and got onto my knees, rocking back and forth like I had been taught in my child birthing classes. And as heavy footfalls sounded around the van, the back doors flew open.
Revealing two tall, lanky men in black leather jackets with confused looks on their faces.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Thing One asked.
Raven started rubbing my back. “She’s in labor, you idiot. Can’t you see that?”
Astrid sighed. “You shoved her too hard into the van. You’ve sent her into early labor. She’s not even full-term yet!”
Thing Two chuckled. “She looks full term.”
Josie shot him a heated look. “Yeah, and if we don’t get her somewhere, you’ll have a dead mother and child on your hands. Think your boss will like that much?”
I grit my teeth and dipped my head toward the floor of the van. “Holy fuck is SOMEONE GOING TO GET ME A DOCTOR!?”
Thing One and Thing Two ran off somewhere, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were the only two guys with us. There was no one bringing up the rear, there was no one following the van on motorcycles, and no one else rushed up to help us. It was the four of us against the two of them, and I liked those fucking odds.
“You guys,” I whispered. “It’s only them.”
Josie rubbed my back. “You’re doing a great job. Just keep it up.”
Then, Thing Two re-emerged. “Okay, there’s a warehouse nearby that we’ve been instructed to go to.”
Josie glared at him. “Good. Because we’re going to need hot water, warm towels, a clean floor, sterilized scissors, and twine. Got that?”
Thing Two blinked. “Wait, what?”
I growled out in pain. “Will someone just DO SOMETHING, PLEASE!? MY BABY IS COMING!”
The guys scrambled to get back into the van after closing the doors on us once more and they took off down the road. We weren’t even driving for five minutes when we pulled off onto a gravel road that rumbled beneath the tires. I kept up my fake labor sounds, trying my best to make it sound real as the van came to another stop.
Then, the guys got back out, threw the back doors open, and stared at Josie.
“What was that list again?” Thing One asked.
As Josie barked out orders, the men scrambled around to find anything and everything they could that might substitute well. I kept rocking and moaning. I even got out of the van and leaned against it, crouching and telling them I was “trying to use gravity to help.” Getting myself out of the van enabled me to see what was around us, and while I didn’t see much it was what I heard that provided some comfort.
Because we weren’t far enough away from Santa Cruz to get away from the smell of the ocean.
