The One Who Spoke Back

Chapter 14 - The Cabin life.

It has been three goddamn days since I've been in this cabin. There was no sign of Rider or Jax for that matter and Max and I have started to behave like an old couple. If I did the cooking he would help with the dishes and if he didn't I would complain in an Italian accent for some unknown reason.

Today was a Thursday I believe, but I was so sick of this kidnapping thing. I was still wearing the same goddamn nightgown and it was starting to stink. We were on the couch with Max, as per usual, and we were watching some cartoons.

"Max if I don't wash this nightgown soon, I will start to develop a second head and smell like a dead raccoon."

"Well, peaches. That is a sight for sore eyes. But I have to agree. I really need a shower and fresh clothes or else I will start stripping."

I hit him on the shoulder. I want to say lightly, but I am a fighter.

"Damn girl. Take a chill pill."

"Damn boy bust a move back to the 90's goofs."

I felt so helpless. There were bars on most of the windows, the doors were all looked, and from what I could see there were trees and nothing else for miles.

There was one door that was not connected to the outside. I was pretty sure that Ryder left somebody out there to watch us. I started hitting against the doors. "RYDER OR WHOEVER THERE IS LET US THE FUCK OUT."

I heard a light chuckle. So there was somebody outside.

"OH, YOU FIND THIS FUNNY?! OKAY, THEN I'M STARTING TO STRIPP DOWN. OF THERE GOES THE NIGHTGOWN AND THE UNDIES. Max. Come here", I whispered the last part."

He got his lazy ass off the couch and walked over to me.

"Now Max pretend to take off your shirt and make a big deal of it. Okay?", I whispered in his ear.

He nodded and of course slipped me one of those smirks. Ah, boys.

"HMM THEA YOU LOOK SO GOOD NAKED. LET ME TAKE MY SHIRT OFF TOO."

He knew what I was getting at. We started banging on the door and making sex noises. And believe me, it was like hardcore porn noises. None of this realistic stuff.

We went at it for a good 20 minutes before we hear the door lock shifting. As a reflex, we both got away from the door and Max took this like 'Alpha-Male-Stance', in which he covers my body with his body.

The door opened and three unknown men marched in.

"For fuck's sake stop", one of the men said.

"Let us out and I will."

They all looked at each other and started laughing. Rude.

"Look here woman." I didn't even let this side dude finish. I stepped out of Max's back

"OHHH OHH OH. You think you can just call me woman in that tone. DUDE. MAN. ASSHOLE whatever you identify as. You have me mistaken for a wussy or rather a man. And I sure as hell weren't talking to you, side dude. Get me Ryder. NOW!"

Somehow my little pep talk worked and they all marched out. Max and I looked at each other and gave a small shrug.

But as promised Ryder came in about an hour later. He had this specially tailored suit on and I hate to admit it, but he looked sharp.

"A brunch with your grandma I presume, Ryder."

"Of course, doll face. Now tell me why you were causing trouble with my man. I don't want you to be full of yourself, but I am pretty sure you made one of them cry."

"Ryder. My lovely, lovely kidnapper. Please let me go. Or at least find me fresh clothes. Soon I will die in my own filth."

"But I like you dirty, doll face."

I scuffed and made my disgust very apparent.

"No response? Fine then."

"I have a serious question for you Ryder. Have you ever thought of becoming a racist, Southern cowboy? I think the southern accent would fit you very well. Don't y'all agree?" I started looking around as if there were people around.

Ryder was just about to reply when the crybaby came in and interrupted a very reliable suggestion.

"Boss. We have to go or we'll miss the game." This guy had to be kidding me. How did I not notice his thick Russian accent?

"What game is Vladimir over here talking about?" I didn't mean to sound Russian-ist, but I just wanted to bust his balls a little. And I mean it was just too easy.

"Nothing that is any of your business."

"I asked Ryder. Not you, Mr. Sirgay. And not Sergei, but Sir Gay," I was really messing with him now.

"You know what? You asked for this, doll face. Sasha, pack her up. She's coming to the game with us."

"Ahhh, Sasha. I was so close. That would have been my third guess, Egor."

Sasha turned to face Ryder and thus had his back to us and whispered: "Mr.Ryder. This one is really trying me."

I seized him up and after deciding that I just had to take this opportunity of Sasha showing weakness and teach him a little something of never turning his back on his enemy.

Much to my dismay, I took a step back and ran at full speed onto Sasha's back. I swung my arms and legs around him and he caught me with ease.

"Ahhh Grishka, my buttercup. Don't take it so personally", I shouted in a mocking Russian accent. It was just too easy. 

This had everyone in the room laughing, except Sasha. He was definitely not amused.

Ryder spoke up this time: "That is enough Thea. Now Max can' come with us considering that he hasn't said anything since we came. We don't accept pussies at our games."

"First of all pussies are fucking strong. I mean even your big head came out of one and second of all I am fine with that", I interrupted still on Evgeni's back.

Max was just about to protest when I gave him one of my "don't-you-dare" stares.

"Then shall we?", Ryder asked, mockingly bowing down to Sasha.

Sasha had just exited the door with me still on his back when Ryder said: "Oh and by the way it's a poker game you have gotten yourself into, doll face. A poker game with the most powerful men on planet earth."

We were in front of the black jeep when Sasha put me down. Ryder was still staring at me and I knew what I just had to say. I opened the door and answered: "Well you sure as hell are lucky that it's not the most powerful women in the world or else you'd be screwed."

With that, I got in the car and of to another big mistake.