THE LOST CAUSE BAR #wattys2017

Chapter 27

DELANEY

I could not escape the car before he took off. I was in my own world thinking of the bar and my men. Who i wish my men were, any ways, thinking if i would ever see them again.

Lost to these thoughts i barely registered the drivers door opening and shutting but when an unfamiliar hand lands on my shoulder i jerk back hitting my door when i do so. The person in the driver's seat is not my dad like it's supposed to be or one of my would be men, no it's the perverted man that i had interviewed with not a month before, Mr. Needleman only now do i think about his creepy name fitting with his truly creepy nature.

He drives not saying much of anything to me on having this manic smile on his face with both hands on the wheel and the gas pedal firmly pressed against the floor.

We rush down the highway with our destination unknown to me and my body not at 100% I would barley be able to fight back if he chooses to do something untowards.

My only hope is that the three men that have captured my heart over the past [time allotment], yes even devin find me and puts a stop to his deranged plans and eventually he'll be locked away saving other the women from the same mistreatment from the slimeball.

Measuring time using the dash's clock i can see that we have been driving for a little over fifteen minutes. I scan the area in front of the SUV movement in the rearview mirror catching my eye.

A vehicle is fast approaching gaining ground quicker enabling me to see the very large reinforced bumper on the front of the truck with the driver's outline looking more and more familiar as the truck gets closer and closer to us.

The large steel bumper taking up the whole back window as it gets closer and closer i gasp when i see two more vehicles very similarly outfitted fall out from behind the first. My small utterance brings Mr. Needleman's attention from the road in front of us to my boys in their trucks.

"God damn it!" he shouts as he slams his open palm onto the steering wheel in frustration and anger. His face turning red seemingly endless as it disappears underneath his collared shirt, the purple of the shirt only bringing more attention to his ever darkening color.

A jolt to the car cause me to brace myself on the "oh shit' handle and the front dash. In my hunt to find out why we shifted forward so suddenly i see Wyatt and Sawyer on either side of us. So close that if I reach out my hand i know i can reach inside Wyatt's truck, which doesn't sound like a bad idea.

I roll my window and check to make sure jerk face is otherwise occupied with the other two trucks then motion for Wyatt to do the same. I gesture between the two vehicles and his eyes widen with shock but then a brilliant grin splits his face. With his arm out hand extended i stretch with my right arm but it pulls too much on my injuries that are just beginning to heal so I throw my left arm out the window grabbing onto his elbow his hand latching onto my upper arm pulling and lifting as much as I am, to ensure i make it safely into his truck.

Soon as my knees clear the window a shout form inside my temporary holding cell. A boney sweat drenched hand wraps around one ankle and with a hard tug loosens my grip on Wyatt's arm.

"Wyatt help!" i shout out trying to clue him in on the situation unfolding inside the SUV.

Hearing the distress in my voice he quickly calls out to Sawyer and Devin forming a plan of bait and switch, bait the man and switch his attention to their actions so that i may slop out unharmed. Wyatt gets a firmer grip on me with his hand wrapping around my shoulders getting a more secure handle on me before a bump smaller than before does the trick of getting his attention.

Once the hold on my ankle is gone I shore up my hold on Wyatt and together we pull me from the vehicle of imprisonment to one of the vehicles of my salvation.

"Sugar, why you gotta get yourself in trouble? You know if you wanted me to hold ya all you had to do was ask, not get yourself kidnapped. A bit dramatic." his hold tightens his hold giving me the feeling of safety along with levity. My laughter rings out as he lightens my mood with his antics.

"Well next time I guess i'll leave all the drama out of my plan. Does that sound better?"

"Yea Sug it sounds like the best plan ever." He says as his lips brush gently across my hair.

His arms wrap around me and pick me up once more before finally depositing me into the front passenger seat. "Buckle up because this might get a little rough." i look at him with confusion not understanding how it can get that bad but i do as he says. Right after i am done i get the meaning of a rough ride as Wyatt then Sawyer bumps the SUV from either side.

Cowboys apparently don't just use horses for round ups anymore. No not they have expanded to using trucks as well.

Oh, hold onto your hats y'all because they are digging in their spurs.