The Woman In The Van Book Novels & Stories

I dropped the ledger and stood up. "I need to get out of here," I mumbled to myself, and I almost ran from the room. ~ I found uncle Kian and beta Albert near a black van parked behind the pack house. The sun was fully up now, making the devastation look harsh and real. "That must be where the woman is," I said, more to myself than them. As I got closer, I signaled to Albert. He pulled open the van's rear doors. Inside, sitting up against the wall, was a woman. Her hands were bound, her hair was a mess, and there was a bruise on her temple. Her eyes wide with fear, but at least there was no defiance there.

The book slid from her grasp, creeping toward the edge of the roof. Below, a dark van screeched to a stop. Its doors flew open. Is the person coming out of the van a new enemy, or the only person who can save them?

Van hated the woman for abandoning them and putting her in such a grave and humiliating position. She barely registered that the car was no longer moving until Ron pulled the door open. ''We're here ma'am.'' She stepped out and offered a weak smile. They climbed the steps to the white oak door and waited while Ron punched the doorbell, once, twice, until finally it was pulled open and a small middle aged woman appeared. When her eyes landed on Ron, they lit up. "Ron, I thought you were on your way home, what happened?'' her question sounded like a reprimand and Van wondered who he was to her; his mother? His aunt?

When it dawned on her what was really happening, she tried to scream, but the van was soundproof and the walls were padded additionally to further muffle the sounds of screams. A tear streaked down her eyes as her brain kept racing to grasp the severity of the situation at hand. She's being kidnapped! How many women have these men snatched off the street with their skillfully built van, obviously built for the exact purpose they were now carrying out. "Get in the back with her, damnit!" The van driver barked from the front seat.

My heart was racing too fast. I turned back around, and everything went black. The air was cold against my skin. I was blindfolded, wrists tied, ankles aching. I didn't know how long I'd been in the van. I just knew I wasn't with Ramon or my dad anymore. I should've never left them. The van jerked to a stop. Doors slammed. Footsteps. The back creaked open, and I was pulled out roughly. "Careful!" a woman snapped. Her voice was sharp, almost annoyed. "She’s no good to me dead."

Zara’s POV The interior of the van was a claustrophobic box of red light and the suffocating scent of cold oil and gun grease. Across from me, three men from the Black Battalion sat like obsidian statues, their gloved hands resting on the stocks of suppressed rifles. They didn't look at me, but I felt their awareness—a heavy, silent judgment that hummed in the small space. I was the girl they had heard about in whispers, the Vance heir who had allegedly survived the fire. Now, I was the woman wearing their Don’s ring, sitting in a mobile armory on the way to reclaim a kingdom I was only beginning to understand.

“Wait for them there and immediately give a signal if you see an opportunity to take the woman! Protect the woman. Do not let her get even a scratch—not a single mark on her body. Is that clear?!” The three fell silent, with only the hum of the engine and the soft rush of the air conditioner filling the van. They all nodded at once, even though the person on the other end couldn’t see them. They felt the heavy responsibility, and when they glanced at each other, the message was clear—there was no room for mistakes. Seconds, minutes, and hours passed. Slowly, Roxane stretched out her arm and hugged what she thought was a soft pillow—but it wasn’t a pillow. It was warm… firm… and unmistakably

She feels a knife being scraped across the back of her ear and she feels the tears start to fall, a man’s voice, not Sansom’s she notes, “Good, let’s go. We need to meet the boss out front, then we’ve got a long way to go before we get where he wants to go, especially as he wants to go on the small roads. It’s going to take forever.” She’s lying in the back of a van, flat on the metal bed at the back. The woman is sitting next to her, and the man closes the doors and gets into the driver’s seat. She decides to stay quiet, hoping that they’ll let something else slip. She’s also not sure if she’s able to speak yet. The woman hums, “Those drugs are strong; she went down quick.” The guy chuckles

"I put four men on her. My own. Off any roster Vance ever touched." A pause I felt in my teeth. "Two in the car at the west entrance report she never came out the west doors. They were watching the doors, exactly like you said. She didn't come through them." Naomi's control cracked one hairline. "Malik. The two inside, the two in the stacks, they're not answering. I've got a campus PD call coming in on the scanner right now. Witness saw a woman pulled into a gray panel van outside a side service door on the west face, two-forty, fought hard, van went north on the connector. Partial plate. And the library cameras-"