He thinks he’s pissed. Whatever! I’m stuck on this damn ride, and now I can’t go to the fucking bathroom in peace.

“I’m a big fucking girl, Tripp. I can handle myself.” I say, my hands now balled into fists on my hips.

“Handle yourself….handle yourself. Bitch, fucking think straight for two goddamn seconds. Your dad told Delatorre to his face he wouldn’t know when or where, but the shit storm was comin’. You would be the ticket Delatorre would need to keep breathin’. Every fucking Hellion is out there scoping shit to bring Delatorre to the ground to keep you fucking safe. And you can’t listen to one simple command.”

“Y’all are making something outta nothing. Delatorre is all talk.”

“All fucking talk, huh? Damn, you are a dumb bitch. Daddy sheltered you to fucking much.”

“Dumb bitch. Fuck you, Tripp. Delatorre was in my office, at my house, and he never did shit. He won’t do shit. Having my address doesn’t mean he was setting me up for something.”

“What about the fucking cameras, Doll? The cameras he watched you cook your meals, change your clothes, shower, and shit with. Oh, I see your eyes are opening now. That’s right, that sick fucker had cameras in your house. He watched you lay in that huge bed of yours with that satin red comforter. He knows more than any of us thought, and you’ve been the target of it all. So yeah, I’m telling you to wake the fuck up, and listen when I tell you something.”

Shocked into silence, I don’t know how to respond. Delatorre had cameras in my condo? He watched me? My skin is crawling, my stomach churning, my mind is racing. I feel like I’m gonna be sick.

“Get on the fucking bike, we gotta go.”

I hadn’t even noticed Tripp is now on the bike, helmet on, and ready to go. Rex is back from paying for our gas and ready to ride. I climb on apprehensively. Tripp is pissed, and shit is bigger than I thought. The longer we ride, the more stressed I become.

Pulling in to our stop for the night, I let some of the tension relax out of my shoulders. I didn’t mean to drop such a bomb on Doll back at the gas station, but she doesn’t realize how serious this is. That fucker watched her for months, not just the time of the transport. Roundman has been keeping me apprised of the information they uncover as they dig deeper into Felix Delatorre.

We’ve gone a little over three hundred fifty miles today. Trying to be considerate of Doll’s comfort, seven hours on the back roads is enough for her ass for today. As the trip progresses, I’ll add time and miles and she’ll have a better tolerance. Stopping at an old friend’s business, I wave Doll off the bike as I pull off my helmet.

She’s stretching beside me. Some of her hair has come loose from her braid and is whisking around her face. Damn, she’s beautiful.