Torn

Chapter 12

A pounding headache greeted me when I opened my eyes. I was laying on the backseat of a large pickup truck that was riding smoothly down a highway. I sat up with a groan making The Undertaker glare at me in the rearview mirror.

"Hey there sunshine," he said. "For a minute I thought you would sleep the entire drive."

I yawned and then groaned again when a sharp pain flooded my head. "Ow."

"There's some water bottles in the cooler behind the passenger seat. You need to rehydrate yourself." He said.

I glanced at him wondering where his sudden need to be nice came from.  His voice was more relaxed and even his posture was mellowed out.  Strange...

I got the water bottle like he told me to. It took a few minutes for me to process what happened to me as I sat there staring out of the window. I had just given up my freedom and now I was stuck with this madman.

Then again…he could have killed me and he didn't. I took a swig of my water and then sat it between my legs to keep it still. I began combing my hair with my fingers, thinking about John and the heartbroken state he was in before he was taken away from me.

"You hungry?" The Undertaker asked. "There's a diner on this road if you want to eat."

I glanced at him, "Um…yea that's fine."

He stepped on the gas a little getting us to the diner he spoke of. It was only then that I realized that the other guys were following us on motorcycles.

"I thought we were taking a plane?" I asked as he parked the truck.

"We did but only for three hours. We're in Oklahoma City right now." He said before getting out the truck.

I watched him for a moment before opening my door to get out. I was stopped by one of the bikers as I tried to step out. He was pretty bulky with a strong jawline and blue eyes that were strangely gentle compared to the rest of him.

"Careful there little bit. Wouldn't want the future queen to hurt herself would we boss?" he asked Undertaker when he appeared at his side.

"You're right about that Brock." He said as he reached for my hand. "Come on,"

I stared at his hand and then back at him.
"Are you extending an olive branch?"

He shrugged, "it's either that or make your life more miserable,"

I took his hand without a fight, letting him help me out of the truck. Once he shut the door, we all headed inside where we were seated four to a table. Hunter and Orlando were at our table sitting across from each other while the Undertaker sat across from me. I kept quiet while they discussed how far away from Dallas we were. I was inwardly hoping their attention wouldn't turn to me but of course…it did.

"You know that was a brave thing you did…if I were you I wouldn't have done a damn thing for my uncle." Orlando said.
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"Damn straight. I would have let him suffer his fate with the boss." Hunter chimed in before our waitress appeared. She was an average height woman with short black hair and purple streaks. She had a nicely toned body and a tattoo of a rose on her shoulder. She was somewhat dressed like a biker girl but with a punk mix to it. She had on a pair of hip hugging jeans that had rips in them and a black t-shirt with a v-neckline and a skull surrounded by roses on it.