Chapter 2

She opened her eyes as a slight jolt shifted her body weight and she realized that she had fallen asleep. Another, stronger bump, and she was nearly thrown out of her seat. If Montoya wasn’t there to catch her weight and lean her safely back against the cushioned seats, she could have gotten badly injured. Her cheeks turned bright red, her heart was beating out of her chest, as she came face to face with the handsome big buff man again.

“Thank you,” she replied, with a quivering voice.

Violet looked out the window and saw that the jet had landed. She had no idea how long she had been out. Violet kept quiet and kept thinking about what Montoya had told her as she followed him off of the jet and into a limo. Once they were all in, the limo eased it’s way out of the small airport and onto an actual paved highway.

In spite of it being a limo, Montoya felt it best if Violet sat next to him. Being aware of what potential dangers lay on the island, there was no point in letting his guard down until they returned to his Boss’s mansion. Still being tired and groggy from unsatisfying rest, Violet closed her eyes and slowly leaned against Montoya’s big strong muscular arm. He didn’t seem to mind, and in fact, lifted his arm to rest around her shoulders, to comfort her. Except for the occasional small pothole, the ride was smooth, and the slight humming of the tires rolling down the pavement was doing a good job of putting her back to sleep. Some time passed, and she fell asleep yet again.

“They’re definitely following us,” said the other man.

His voice woke her up, followed by the sudden loud cracking sound coming from outside the limo. She had never heard gunfire before, but somehow knew that’s what it was. Her eyes snapped open wider, and she looked around at the small band of motorcycle bandits. Suddenly, the window right next to her was hit by a few bullets. The glass was bullet-proof, but it cracked into a spiderweb look.

Montoya was quick to pull Violet into him and roll onto the floor to avoid any bullets. The windows were bullet-proof, but it didn’t take much to reduce their durability. This was quickly demonstrated, as a man on a motorcycle swung a tire iron into the cracked window and tried to rip it right out of the socket. The bandit only managed to get it stuck in the glass and Violet heard the man give out a groaning growl before more gunshots rang out, taking out the tire. The limo underneath them slid sideways and she only finally screamed out in panic.

“Don’t worry! I will protect you,” she heard Montoya shout.

Suddenly, they felt the limo, which was sliding forward sideways now, catch traction on the asphalt, and the limo and everyone inside it flipped a number of times, being thrown violently into the ceiling and the seats.

On the limo’s third bounce off the pavement, Violet’s head slammed into the tinted glass window leading to the driver’s cab and everything went black. The limo came to a stop sitting right side up. The men on motorcycles quickly snatch the young unconscious girl out of the limo. One of the guys holds her limp body against his and they quickly drive back to their secret hideout. As Violet goes in and out of consciousness, she can see the road zooming by at incredible speeds.

It felt like a nightmare. Her mind quickly flashed through the day’s events. This morning she was at her mother’s funeral, then she was kidnapped from her bedroom, flown overseas to a tropical island, involved in a violent car crash, then being kidnapped from the kidnappers, and heading who knows where. She just wanted to wake up. She wanted this all to just be a bad dream, but it wasn’t.

As they hit a big bump in the road, Violet accidentally bit her tongue. It hurt like hell and she began to bleed. The guy on the motorcycle noticed when the blood fell onto his arm from her mouth.

“What the fuck?!” he said.

The sound of motorcycles zooming around her slowly came to a stop, as they arrived at their compound.

One if the guys yelled out, “Get her to the doc right now!”

The guy who had her on his motorcycle, quickly picked her up and carried her through the group of bikers, into the jungle, then over to a small hut. It was completely dark, except for a few tiki torches that were lit. She was taken into the hut and placed on a cot. Suddenly she began to choke and cough, then she just blacked out.

“Is she alright?” The guy who had carried her with him, on his motorcycle asked, his name was Adam.