The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 49 Hands behind the Wheel

My eyes were heavy when I gained consciousness. My head ached from the pain sending a wave of crashing drowsiness to me. Slowly I try to wake up. Detech any motion or movement before I open my eyes. 

Careful at first, squinting due to the oncoming headlights of a car passing by. By the time, I was fully conscious, I noticed my arms were handcuffed to the upper handle of the car. The movement knocked my elbows on the window. 

They still haven't realized I was awake. We were in a sort of a vehicle. I don't think it's a car. It looks a bit big so a van maybe. Keeping my head down and eyes half open I try to see the number of people inside. 

There were two in the front. One was a driver. No identification there. I don't recognize him so he must be an inside man. Victor sat on the passenger side as he scrolled through his phone. The screen glistened with neon white light that reflected on his face. I see the worry lines on his forehead, unfocused eyes, and a tight jawline. All hinting that he didn't want to do this but had to. 

Blinking him away, I turn my head slowly. Still disguising my wake as unconsciousness, I slightly hit my head on the window. I needed a surface to turn my head away. I can't just look around without alerting them that I woke up. They need to believe I am still asleep or else they'll sedate me. Last time, he hit me on the head which worked. 

I don't want to be infused with unknown drugs in my system so playing along is what's best for me. Until I confirm the number of people inside this wheel, I can't do anything. 

Resigning back to my plan, my head stayed in support on the window. Victor must've turned to check the sound because suddenly I felt his eyes on me. It remained for two seconds before the coldness returned and I dropped my shoulders. 

The vehicle took a right turn giving me an opening to turn back. I opened my eyes as little as possible, dragged my head to the side as if it was floating on the water without control, and saw the back. 

Empty. 

The seat beside me was also empty. I didn't need to check. It was the first thing I looked at. Confirming that there are only three people inside this vehicle. The chances of taking control of them looked good. 

Since they cuffed my right hand, I was at a disadvantage yet with two people who looked like they had never been trained to fight in their life, I thought my chances were fine. I just need to find a weapon. A knife or something. 

That's right. I had a knife with me. Unless they searched my body and threw them out, I was empty hand.

Moving my free hand in my jacket, I searched in the pockets I had kept the knives. Upper right pocket. Empty. Lower right pocket. Empty. Back of my jeans. Empty. The strap on my thigh. Empty. Fuck. 

Wait. I took a small pistol too. I didn't hide it with the knives or in any of the places that were easy to the eye. I put them inside my boots. They were spacious to put weaponry inside. Although small otherwise my foot will be injured. 

A ray of hope brushed me as I wiggled my right foot. My toes move inside the boot, ankles twisting as I try to feel the pistol inside. The uncomfortable bit that something was inside my boot jerked my hand right away. 

I quickly unlaced the knots, pulled the shoes down and there it was. The thing I didn't think would come in hand but now stands as the only item that will help me out of here. I move my socked foot aside as I bend down and hold the gun. 

The bullet was on my other foot. I repeated the steps to untie my shoes and got the bullet out. 

The vehicle stopped at a red signal and on cue I put the bullets inside the gun, loaded them, and jumped up. Locking my cuff right hand around Victor's neck, I point the gun at him.