Captured by the Bodyguard(31)
Cane saw the van gain speed as the distance between them grew wider, but Cane wasn’t too worried. Let’s see you try to outrun an Audi R8, motherfucker, Cane seethed. There was a squeal of tires as he floored the gas, shooting forward so fast the surroundings became a blur.
***
Alexandra’s mind and heart were racing as she felt the van pick up monstrous speed. She was struggling against her shackles which was useless, as useless as her screams underneath the gag. She could hear Lamar swearing furiously and wondered what had got him so mad. Wasn’t he worried about drawing attention with his crazy speed? Unless…
It seemed almost too much to hope that someone had seen him abduct her and was now on the chase. Lamar was definitely driving like something was after him. Alexandra was thrown to the left and right of the cramped compartment, her body hitting painfully against the objects on the floor. Now she was just as scared of being in a crash, helpless to get out of the wildly swerving car. Was this fool trying to get them killed?
The van zoomed down an endless stretch of road and she guessed they were on the highway on the outer limits of the city. Apart from that, she didn’t know what the heck was going on.
“This son of a bitch ass is mine!” she heard Lamar growl from behind the wheel, and then came noises that sounded like he was rummaging through the glove compartment. Next thing she heard was a gun cocking.
Fuck. The bastard had a gun. Alexandra’s heart plummeted and she moaned against her gag. The van was still moving at a break-neck speed, and she was getting woozy from being tossed about, unable to brace her half-naked body against the impact of the many objects she bumped into. Her legs floundered, looking for something to hook into so she could at least keep still. Nothing. The dim interior of the van told her nothing and at the speed they were moving, all she heard was the squealing tires and Lamar cursing non-stop.
“That bitch-ass man of yours is fixing to get himself fucked up!” Lamar yelled back at her, and all Alexandra could think of was what man? She didn’t have a man. Who was Lamar talking about?
Bang! Alexandra was jolted bodily by something slamming hard into the van from behind. Her scream was muted by the gag, as Lamar swerved, barely able to keep control of the car. He roared something about ‘killing that motherfucker’ and then suddenly, she heard shots ring out from his window. Lamar cursed furiously, not sounding very happy which made Alexandra suspect that whoever he was shooting at, he’d missed.
Her hopes soared again as she realized someone was trying to save her. Had to be. And it took seconds for her to work out who it could be. Lamar had said something about her ‘man’…did he mean Cane?
Oh God, Cane, Alexandra thought with a strangled sob. She could just imagine him racing not far behind, hell-bent on rescuing her. Just wishing it was him was already making her feel better, like she had hope. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to her. He’d promised. She closed her eyes tight and remembered him saying it was going to be alright.
The impacts from the rear kept coming, like a battering ram. Lamar sent off another shot as soon as he got the van steady, which was becoming difficult with every hit from the following car.
They were fishtailing wildly across the road, before Lamar was able to get the van in control. But the next second, Alexandra could hear the other car accelerating hard before pulling alongside and suddenly slammed into Lamar’s side of the van.
Alexandra felt the van veering and then completely spin around. “Dammit!” Lamar swore, losing control of the van and the next thing, they were careening off the road. The last thing Alexandra was aware of was the sensation of the van tumbling down a short slope before slamming to a shuddering halt in a deep ditch.
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Cane was outside the Audi the second he pulled to a stop just yards from where the van had swerved off the main road. Its back wheels were partly in the air and spinning wildly, but otherwise it was in one piece, the hood buried in the trench.
Cane’s steps quickened as he saw Lamar yank open the driver’s door and step out groggily, his beanie falling off his shaved head. Their eyes met and Cane’s face creased in a snarl. Lamar wiped at the blood seeping from his forehead and bared his teeth, bracing his feet on the pebbly ground as suddenly Cane advanced and with force, shoved Lamar hard against the smashed side of the van.
Lamar roared, grabbing at Cane’s throat with his fists. Using swift, precise chops of his hands, Cane hacked at Lamar’s face, neck and side. Lamar let out a howl but didn’t let go of Cane’s throat, squeezing harder. Cane’s arms wrapped around Lamar’s waist as he used his full strength to drag Lamar off his feet before crashing the man’s back down on the bodywork of the car, making it shake. Lamar was a big, solid motherfucker but Cane had no problem lifting him again and slamming him back down against the van one more time. Lamar grunted as his fingers slipped from Cane’s neck. Throwing back his arm, Cane soon connected his fist with Lamar’s face. He grabbed Lamar’s collar with his free hand and pushed till they were both rolling on the dirt floor, punching and grunting. Blood spewed from Lamar’s nose as Cane continued slamming his fist into Lamar’s grimacing face again and again.