Lost Girl 3 Read Online Free Page B

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    “What’s wrong?” I ask her. She doesn’t answer me, but just points ahead of herself, out of the front window. I turn to follow her direction and suck in a deep breath when I notice the black BMW pulling into the space in front of my car. Within seconds two men jump out of the car and run around to mine. The back door flies open and one of the men leans over Anna to unclick her seatbelt. I stretch out, trying to stop him, but before I can reach them, my door swings open and a strong arm pulls me back. I try to fight him off, struggle against his grip as much as I can but he’s too strong. He starts pulling me out of my car and I take a deep breath to scream, but his hand clasps over my mouth before I get a chance. I try to bite him, but only manage to catch a small bit of his skin. If it’s hurting he isn’t reacting to it, he isn’t showing any pain or loosening his grip. In a desperate last attempt to grab someone’s attention, anyone’s attention, I reach for the steering wheel instead, slamming my fists in the centre to make the horn sound and make as much noise as I can.
    The two men forcefully push us into the backseat of the BMW and slam the doors. I try the handle but it’s no use, the door won’t open. I scream at the top of my lungs for Rick while the men both jump back into the front of the car. The skinny one on the passenger side turns to me. “Make one more noise and you’re dead.” I instantly stop screaming, but the silence doesn’t last. Seconds later I hear Rick’s screams as he comes running out of the front door of his father’s house.
     
    As the car pulls away at a high speed, my body is slammed into the backseat with force. I twist my neck to look through the rear window, and see Rick desperately running after us. But it’s no use, he can’t keep up, and as the car takes a right turn, Rick disappears out of sight and the cries for us become ever more distant, until the sound of his voice completely disappears. I turn to face Anna, who is sitting next to me, white as a sheet. Shock and fear are clearly written on her face, and thick tears are streaming down her cheeks. Her mouth is wide open, but other than the occasional hiccup, she makes no sound. I grab her hand and tightly hold on to her, squeezing it a little to ensure her everything will be okay.
    With a trembling deep sigh I look up at the two men in the front of the car, “what do you want from us?” I ask in a barely audible voice.
    “That’s none of your business, Missy.” The skinny man snaps at me.
    I turn back to Anna and she quietly shuffles over to me. I hold her tightly in my arms while brushing a hand over her head. “It’ll be okay,” I whisper to her. I look back out of the rear window and watch the empty road behind us. “Why didn’t Rick follow us?” I mumble, more to myself than anyone else. Suddenly the heavy-set man rumbles with laughter.
    “Do you think we’re stupid?” he asks.
    I look up at him in shock. “No,” is all I can think to say.
    “The reason your precious boyfriend isn’t coming after you, is because he can’t.”
    “What do you mean?”
    He takes one hand off of the steering wheel and digs around in his pocket, then he pulls out a set of keys and dangles them in front of him. I gasp when I realise they’re mine.
    “Did you really think we’d leave your keys in your car so he could go and come after us?”
    I want to say something, but it takes a moment for the words to come out. “Where did you get them?” I finally ask.
    “I took them when I took you,” he rumbles with laughter again.
    I swallow hard and hold Anna even tighter, when suddenly I feel the vibrating buzz from my phone against my legs, seconds before the ringtone starts playing and I curse myself for not having it on silent like I usually do. I hold my breath and look at the men in front of me while I try and push my arm over my pocket to silence my phone, but it’s no use, they’ve clearly