LOGINSableThe farther south we drove, the emptier the world became.The glow of Southtown disappeared behind us first, swallowed gradually by long stretches of dark highway and empty desert. Gas stations became sparse. Houses vanished entirely. Eventually the only things outside the van windows were old fences, scrub brush, and the occasional set of distant headlights cutting across the night miles away.The isolation settled heavily into my chest the longer we drove.Out here, nobody would hear you scream.Brian stayed tense behind the wheel the entire time. I noticed it in the rigid set of his shoulders and the way his fingers kept tightening around the steering wheel until his knuckles paled beneath the dashboard lights. Every few minutes his eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror before returning to the road again like he expected headlights to suddenly appear behind us at any second.Honestly, I hoped they wo
Sable“FUCK!”Brian’s fist slammed into the side of the van hard enough to dent the metal beside us.The sound echoed sharply through the cramped cargo space before silence settled again.Heavy.Suffocating.I sat there rubbing at the raw skin around my wrists while Brian stared at the dead phone in his hand like he wanted to crush it next.My stomach twisted harder with every passing second.Because I already knew.This wasn’t over.Killing Luke hadn’t fixed anything.If anything, it had made the situation worse.Brian pushed a hand back through his hair and started pacing the cramped space restlessly.“I’ll get you back to Jarek,” he muttered finally, more to himself than me. “We’ll figure the rest out after.”But even as he said it, I could hear the uncertainty in his voice.And I
Brian“The fuck it worked.”The second Sable said it, I had to fight the urge to smile.She sat tied up in the back of the van looking exhausted, pissed off, and somehow still tougher than almost everybody standing around her. Blood streaked across her swollen knuckles while strands of blonde hair clung messily to her face, and despite the situation she still sounded mean enough to bite through steel.“I clocked her the second she walked into the club,” she continued flatly. “Then I took her out back and beat the absolute shit out of her.”Honestly?Good.Most of the club couldn’t stand Kandy. The fact Sable beat her ass badly enough to leave her bleeding behind the compound was probably the most useful thing Kandy had ever contributed.“Would’ve killed her too if my men hadn’t pulled me off her.”Luke laughed under his breat
SableHeadlights appeared in the distance several minutes later.The beams cut across the empty gravel lot before another SUV rolled toward us fast enough to kick dust and loose rocks behind it. Luke straightened slightly beside the van while Cassandra glanced toward the approaching vehicle with mild annoyance already written across her face.The SUV stopped hard beside Luke’s.Brian climbed out.The second Luke saw him, irritation flashed across his expression immediately.“Where the fuck you been?”Brian slammed the driver door shut harder than necessary before stalking toward us.“Well maybe if you’d told me where the fuck I was supposed to be before ten minutes ago, I would’ve gotten here sooner.”Luke’s eyes narrowed instantly.“I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to like that.”The atm
SableThe van finally started slowing down nearly an hour later.Every muscle in my body tightened instantly.The road beneath us changed from pavement to rough gravel, the tires crunching loudly underneath the vehicle while the suspension bounced hard enough to rattle my already aching body against the metal wall behind me.The two men riding with me straightened slightly too, and judging by the sudden shift in atmosphere inside the cargo area, we’d finally reached whoever they’d been transporting me to.
SablePain reached me before consciousness fully did.A dull pounding throbbed behind my eyes while every bump in the road rattled through my body hard enough to make my stomach twist unpleasantly. The inside of the van smelled like gasoline, sweat, cigarette smoke, and old metal baked under too many summers. Somewhere beneath all of it lingered the sharp chemical scent from whatever they’d used to knock me out.Moving hurt.That was my first coherent thought.My second came the moment I tried to shift and realized my wrists were bound tightly behind my back.Cable ties.Same with my ankles.Well.That was fucking annoying.I forced my eyes open slowly, blinking against the dim lighting inside the cargo area. The back of the van had no real seats, just metal flooring, tied-down crates, and two men sitting farther up near the rear doors facing me while the vehicle bounced steadi







