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July 2022
Kendara
Iwas going to kidnap and marry this man, I decided as I sang loudly to my favourite country singer. Tall, dark, delicious, and filling his jeans so very well, he desperately needed a licking from me. He was my ideal guy. There was nothing better than denim clinging to strong muscled legs and a pert ass you could bite. As the song reached the chorus, my head began bouncing with the music.
Mid chorus, I caught sight of a white truck drop in close to my bumper. I checked and made sure we had a decent gap, but my singing stopped as the vehicle sped up behind me. I despised tailgaters, and this appeared to be one of them. A guy who thought heowned the damn road, and yeah, it was a male, not me being prejudiced. I spotted his shoulders and ball cap. No woman, unless she lifted weights, had a chest that wide.
I tapped my brakes to give him a warning to back off, but he came even closer. A frown crossed my face. This guy was seriously pissing me off and ruining my buzz. Today had been a good day. I won a case for my client against her ex-husband for domestic violence, and the judge had sentenced him to ten years. It had been a major relief for her and her children.
To celebrate, I’d taken them out for a meal and was now driving home. I lived close to Founders Park in Rapid City, but my client’s home was near Spearfish, so I had kindly dropped her off.
It was early afternoon, which meant traffic was light on the I90, so there was no reason for this idiot to be a prick. I was in the correct lane for my speed, so he could either overtake or be an asshole while I slowed down a little. I could be a bastard.
The truck sped up, got close to my bumper, and backed off again. Stubbornly, refusing to be flustered, I turned the music up and began singing. But I monitored the jerk, which is why I was probably still alive a few minutes later.
Without warning, the vehicle hit me hard, and as I struggled to control the wheel with a gasp, he pulled alongside. He shot me a grin and then rammed his truck into my side.
I’d already braked, so he didn’t get the impact hewanted. He slammed into the front of my car and pushed me sideways, but I fell behind him and began braking hard.
The truck also braked and levelled up beside me once more.
He slammed into me again, and I struggled to keep on the road when a loud bang sounded.
My car spun in a circle before hitting a ridge and flying down an embankment, rolling as it did so. I remembered screaming and then… nothing.
Rooster
Rooster already called in to the police when he saw the truck hit the black BMW heading towards him. The BMW sped up and then slowed as the truck pulled alongside. Horrified, Rooster watched as the vehicle braked and smashed into the car again, sending it spinning across the lanes into his. Luckily, Rooster had reduced his speed.
“He’s hit the BMW twice,” Rooster informed the 911 operator.
“Is the vehicle still moving?” she asked.
“Yes, wait! Damn, he’s struck her a third time.” Rooster gasped as he slowed his bike to a crawl. The BMW flipped, and the truck sped off. Rooster tried grabbing a quick glance as the truck passed him, but all he had was a vague image of a man.
“The BMW’s been forced down the embankment,and it’s rolled. Stopping to render aid now,” Rooter said.
Not bothering to chase the motor, Rooster pulled up where the car had slid down the steep slope and lay on its side, wobbling back and forth. Rooster threw his leg over the Harley and carefully made his way to the scene of the accident.
A strong smell of gasoline assaulted his nose, and he heard it dripping on the grass. One spark and it would go up.
“Need an ambulance and fire as there’s gas everywhere. I can see the victim, she’s unconscious, and there’s blood,” Rooster said.
He reached the car and saw a woman hanging limply from her seatbelt. He thanked God she’d worn it. Rooster stretched his injured leg out and crouched down to peer inside. He frowned as he swept her hair back from her face. She looked familiar, causing Rooster to frown.
Shrugging his feelings aside, Rooster checked her over, keeping the operator informed. Rooster’s main worry was the gasoline. He knew anything could start the motor burning, and the driver remained unconscious.
“I am going to remove her. The risk of a fire is too high,” Rooster spoke calmly.
“Do not, sir. An ambulance will be there within seven minutes,” the woman replied.
“How long for the fire engine?”
“Nine minutes out.”
“This’ll be in flames by then. I’m removing hernow,” Rooster said and put the phone down. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a flick knife.
“Lady, you awake?” Rooster asked as he saw her head twitch.
