Emmi: Escaping

Emmi POV:

“Deal. How are you getting me out?”

He grins more. “Yo, Dean. Throw my shit here.” Ethan winks at me, and I watch Dean walk over. Then, leaning down, he throws a sack at Ethan. “Keep the contents. I need the space for a little one.”

He opens it, tipping everything out onto the bar, then looks at me. Wait, he’s joking, right? He wants to put me in a fucking duffle bag. My head falls back. This has disaster written all over it. He can’t get me out of the city in that. They will check, and then what? I just pretend that I was kidnapped. That could work.

“Don’t look so scared little one. The guys at the checkpoint know not to touch that bag. It is used for moving shit from one city to the next. They get paid a lot from the Wolversons to ignore that bag. So even if you fucking sneezed, they wouldn’t touch it.” He stands and walks to the door, waiting for me.

Dean looks at me, shaking his head. Maybe I’m crazy, or maybe, just maybe, I want to be free. Standing, I follow him outside and stop at his bike. I look at him, confused. “Hop on, the car is five minutes away. Once we’re there, we’ll get you in.” He throws the sack at me. Holding it, I climb onto the bike, my arms wrapping around him as the bike roars to life.

“Keep your fucking head hidden Princess, if anyone notices it is you, I’m dead.” His words are cold. Hell, he went from sweet and helpful to a beast quick.

Putting my head down, I try to hide my face, hoping that no one will notice me. I try not to move at all because I know looking up at the wrong time when we’re next to a car, people, or anything will lead to someone recognising me.

“Right, we’re here.” I look up just as the bike stops in a garage. Climbing off, I watch as he places the bag in the boot. I am fucking crazy. I laugh as I stand looking at it. “Your choice. Get in and I take you over or stay here like a good little Princess.”

God, the way he says ‘little Princess’ makes me want to stab his eyes out as well. “What about people from here? Those who are going to see me over there?” I didn’t consider it, that people travel between the cities.

“Oh, little Princess. You have yet to see the Wolversons’ city. No one speaks unless they want to lose their tongue. The only way they would know is if you don’t arrive home and your family ask the Wolverson family to check if anyone has seen you.” I walk to the boot and climb in, stupidly putting myself in his fucking sack. I am crazy. He moves to lean over me, slowly zipping it up.

“Okay, ten minutes, and we’re at the checkpoint. I’ll park up somewhere in the city and let you out. Are you sure you want to do this? 10k, I expect 10k tomorrow, Emmi.”

“Do it, let’s go before I waste half my night in a fucking bag.” I stay curled in a ball as I hear the boot slam shut. A few seconds later, the engine roars to life, and suddenly I panic. What the fuck am I doing? Sneaking out is fine, sneaking over the line to party is fine, but why would he agree for 10k? He can just fucking take me and ask for a million. I didn’t consider that, didn’t consider if he is using me and pretending to help, when in fact he is fucking kidnapping me, and now, well, it’s too late.

I have my knife; my hand feels down my leg to where the leather pouch holds it. If that is his plan, I will fight. I hear the car stop, someone opening and closing the doors. I hear the boot open and try to stay still.

“For Bear, got an extra shipment in.” I hear Ethan’s words, my body radiating with worry as I feel the car jolt slightly when the boot slams shut. The car begins moving again, and for the first time in nearly two minutes, I suck in a breath. He can’t be kidnapping me. If he was, why take me over to the city? Five minutes later, the car stops, and I hear him walking around. The boot opens, and the bag unzips, and I look around.

Shit, now I am freaking out. I’m out of the city, which feels amazing, but one word and I won’t be able to keep going with my plan to escape.

“Right, bars are two minutes down the road. What’s your pick? Gambling, dancing, drinking, bar fights?” He chuckles slightly at his suggestions.

“Gambling. May as well try win that 10k back, hadn’t I?” If I do, then it helps. I follow him through the city.