Bound by the Don(27)

She wasn't sure how long they had ridden, her thoughts circling around and around like a startled bird with nowhere to land, when his deep, gruff voice startled her.



"Here, I think we're far enough away." There was that note of gentleness again, the one that had thrown her for a loop when he first tied her up. With his free hand, he pointed to the piece of fabric still gagging her. "Now, I'm gonna take this off, and you're going to be quiet, alright? Otherwise I'll have to put it back. You get me?"



He was silent for a long moment and Elsie realized he was waiting her answer. In lieu of words she gave her head a slight nod and a minute later she could feel his hand brushing across her cheek. She didn't know if the caress was intentional or not but, either way, it sent chills shivering down the back of her spine.



"Cold?" he asked, and Elsie went all flush again. He must have felt the tremor that had shaken her, and known it had nothing to do with temperature. The gag was untied and slipped away, and she gratefully took a long deep breath. A moment later a jacket was slipped around her shoulder and Elsie looked behind her in surprise at the kind gesture.



"What is it?" he asked, noticing her stare, and Elsie forced a shrug.



"It's just that …  you're nice, for a kidnapper," she said softly, and her words earned a scowl from the big man sitting behind her.



"I'm not nice, darling, don't you ever forget that. I'm not a kidnapper, either." The last bit was said under his breath and she had the feeling he was talking more to himself than her.



"Then let me go," she pleaded, some sense of self-preservation forcing her to speak. "Let me go and we'll just forget all about this. I won't say anything, I promise."



He gave her a long look before finally shaking his head. "I don't think so, sweetheart. It's far too late for that. You'll stay with me until I figure out what to do with you. Make things easier on yourself and stay quiet."



"You have to let me go!" Elsie said, a sudden panic making her lurch in the saddle. The horse beneath her gave a snort of displeasure, shaking his head.



Hatchet quickly snaked his arm around Elsie's waist, holding her tight against him. He took a moment to calm the animal before growling in her ear. "If you try that again, I might just let Samson here throw you. I might not be there to catch you in time again. Now, I don't want any trouble." He cut off abruptly as they trotted out of the tree line and onto an older access road. At this time of night, it was completely deserted of cars, but as they crossed the pavement Elsie could just make out a large ditch that ran along the shoulder and at the bottom of which was a beat up old truck with a trailer attached. Beside it were two motorcycles and one very impatient looking man.



"Jesus, Hatchet! It's about fucking time!" the man exploded, sounding angry while at the same time somehow managing to keep his voice down. Elsie saw the exact moment the new man's eyes found hers in the dark. She could see the way he stiffened and then turned a deadly glare towards the man still sitting behind her. "A girl? Hatchet, we had a plan. Who is she? And what the fuck is going on?"





Chapter 4



Hatchet had to force himself not to flinch under Jackrabbit's pissed off stare. It made it even worse knowing that he deserved it.



"Here, give me a hand, will you?" He nodded towards Elsie who had practically frozen in shock in front of him. "I've got the cattle back here."                       
       
           



       



"Why, Hatchet?" Jackrabbit asked, and Hatchet knew he wasn't asking about why he needed help. But all he could do was shake his head, at a total and complete loss for the first time in a long while. If he was being honest, he couldn't even answer that question for himself. So Hatchet did what he'd always done when backed into a corner. He bluffed.



"She was out in the field. She saw me, Rabbit. I didn't have a choice … " Hatchet started. But Jackrabbit held up a hand, pausing whatever he was going to say next.



"I'm sure I'll get the full story in a minute. Just help me get the cattle loaded. Ricky nearly pissed himself waiting for you and I nearly fell into a coma from boredom." Jackrabbit stepped forward, reaching his hands up to grab the girl's arm. Before realizing it, Hatchet slid off Samson's back, putting himself between his captive and his best friend.



"I've got her, Rabbit," Hatchet said quickly, unable to quell the need to protect her as he nodded behind the horse to where the cows were standing. "Why don't you get what we came for?"



Hatchet didn't know why he hated the idea of the other man touching her, but he did.



Jackrabbit stared at him long and hard before he finally shrugged, walked around to untie the cattle, and led them towards the waiting trailer.



"Wait a minute! What are you doing with Lily, Trixie, and Pearl?" the girl suddenly yelled.



Hatchet gave her an odd look as he reached up and grasped her around the waist. "Who?"



"Them. The cows." She nodded towards where Jackrabbit was having a hard time leading the suddenly stubborn cows up the ramp into the trailer, "Lily, Trixie, and Pearl are their names."



He rolled his eyes. "Of course they are. I'm surprised you didn't name them pig, chicken, and donkey, like your horse."



"You're being an asshole," she said.



Suddenly, Hatchet found himself fighting a grin. What the hell was going on with him? He was a member of the Roadburners, one of the toughest motorcycle crews in West Texas, and here he was drooling over some girl. Jackrabbit cleared his throat to draw Hatchet's attention.



"You just gonna stand there all night, Hatchet, or are you going help me load this haul?" Jackrabbit's voice held a caustic edge that Hatchet did his best to ignore.



"Yeah, Rabbit, just hold on a damn minute," Hatchet muttered towards his friend before turning back to the woman. "Now, I'm going to help you off, alright? Don't do anything stupid."



She rolled her eyes but didn't say anything else, so he took that for a good sign whether it was or not. This heist was supposed to be a simple job, in and out, and it was already FUBAR-fucked up beyond all recognition. Here he was with an extra witness, and he still hadn't figured out what he was going to do with her.



With her hands still tied, it was impossible for her to get down by herself, but it was easy for him to lift her from Samson's saddle. The well-trained horse stood still, waiting patiently while she threw her leg over. Her body slid down his as he lowered her gently to the ground, and he noticed for the first time just how much smaller she was than him. It distracted him for a moment, as did the memory of her lush softness sweeping down his still hard body.



"Hatchet! Fuck man! A little help?"



He turned at the angry pleading in Jackrabbit's voice to see him trying to shove the cows by the back end into the trailer. It would have been comical had he not been so god-damned unnerved by this girl's powerful effect on him.



"Stay here. Don't move," he ordered the girl, who just gestured to her still tied hands in lieu of a response. After giving her one last, hard look, he jogged towards where Jackrabbit was still ineffectually trying to get the cattle loaded.



"You push. I'll pull," he said, grabbing the lead ropes. Jackrabbit rolled his eyes.



"You try pushing a half ton of cow," he growled and Hatchet couldn't keep the grin off his face or the laughter out of his voice.



"Just do it, okay? We need to get this done and get the hell out of here."



"I know that, Hatchet," he growled again. "I'm not the one who's running two hours late. I'm not the one who decided to pick up a stray along the way. I'm not the one … "



"Yeah, I read you, Rabbit. We can stand here and argue about this or we can get the fucking job done. Your call."



"Yeah, right," Jackrabbit sneered. "Let's just fucking do this so I can go home and get drunk, alright?"                       
       
           



       



Hatchet didn't say anything else. He just grabbed the rope and started to pull. The cows didn't budge. He pulled again, almost swore that they had taken an extra step backwards out of spite.



"Fucking cows won't move," Hatchet ground out between clenched jaws, his muscles bulging as he pulled on the ropes connected to the cattle.



"No shit, Hatchet. This is all your fucking fault, you know that, right? You're such an asshole," Jackrabbit said as he took a step back and threw his hands up in the air before planting them on his hips. "You screwed us over."



"No, I didn't!" Hatchet dropped the ropes as his own temper flared. He dropped the makeshift reins and stalked over to where Jackrabbit was still standing behind the stubborn cattle. "I didn't do shit!"



"Shit is exactly what you did do, Hatchet." Jackrabbit's eyes narrowed on him as he walked closer. "What the fuck were you thinking? We've been working these jobs for over three years now and you've never pulled anything like this."