Chapter 8 Of course its match , Shithead # 2 bristles . My boss doesnt make mistakes . We put a tracker on Grozas records as soon as he crossed the ocean . Your boss could learn a thing or two . The air is tense . I can tell . Whoever these two are , something tells me theyre not from the same circles . That they havent been working together for long . I can use tha For a while , I remain silent . I listen to the sound of asphalt under the wheels : a bump , then two . Were exiting the hospital compound . Any moment now , well have to make a turn . Left , I pray to whoevers listening . Make a left . Take the Expressway . Then , once youre stuck in traffic- They go right . Sonofabitch . 1 slump against my corner . Of course my rotten luck would make an appearance now . Back in school , I used to get tensed about it all the time . April Flowers brings May showers , the kids would chant , running around me in a circle under the rain . Because it would rain , without fall , every time I decided to come on a field trip . I learned to stay home quickly after that . But now , I dont have that option . Now , if I ever want to see home again , I need to make my own luck . I keep track of the route . Ive driven to this hospital and back for months : I know every shortcut , every road , every crossing . It doesnt take long before I recognize the bustle of Times Squar The traffle packs us in . The driver curses . Horns blare all around me , in full NYC rush style . Now or never , April .. I cough once , twice . Then I cough some more . Hey , I call , meeker this time . Inoffensive . Could I have Some water ? Youll get it once were there . I cant- I wheeze a bit , just for good measure . I cant breathe . For a moment , lin terrifled Shithead # 1 simply wont care . Hes already slapped me once : how hard can Chapter 8 it be t A Bold Move for Lo . When betrayal strikes , she turns the tables with a passionate night and a dazzlin …. But then I hear another voice . The driver . Just give her a sip , dude . Shes pregnant . I dont give a fuck what she is . The boss needs her whole . Give her some goddamn water . With a click of his tongue , Shithead # 1 relents . Here , he grumbles , all but shoving me a plastic bottle . Dont try anything funny . What am I gonna do , belly bump you like a sumo wrestler ? Thank you , I croak instead , taking the bottle with my cuffed hands . It takes a couple of tries to get it open . Shithead # 1 certainly isnt rushing to help me . If only this bottle were glass . Could you … ? I ask , gesturing to the hood over my head . With a sigh , my kidnapper complies . Fuck you , I murmur sweetly . Whats that ? Thank you . He scoffs . Just be quick about it . I take slow , deliberate sips . Now that I can finally see him , I realize my captor is nearly as tall as Matvey was . He has to hunch over to avoid bumping his head on the roof with every pothole . The second he turns , I spill some water between my crossed legs . Discreetly , though . Then , as if nothing happened , I drink the rest of the bottle and crumple it . Thanks , I say again , offering it to him . Sorry , did you want some ? Its fine , the man grits , clearly irritated . He moves to take the crumpled bottle from my hands . Thats when I act . Ah ! I cry out suddenly , folding on myself . I let the bottle fall , then hunch some more . God , it hurts ! Whats happening ? the driver calls , concern in his voice . I dont know , man . Shithead # 1 is panicking now . She just started fuckin screaming ! 21:37 Chapter & Well , ask her then , dumbass ! Oh , God , I sob , making a show of feeling the floor between my legs . I think my waters … You piss yourself ? the man frowns , taking a step back in disgust . No , I say . My water broke . I think … I think the babys coming . The van screeches to a halt . The fuck you doing , man ?! Shithead # 1 yells . Are you fuckin serious right now ? Slightly Less Shithead # 2 shouts back . Shes about to give birth . We need to turn back ! It could be a trick ! Please , I babble , wishing I could send footage of this to the Academy . I deserve gold statuettes for the show Im putting on here . Is there blood ? I cant tell … I dont know , stammers Shithead # 1 . Its too dark- Check , I plead , my final gamble . Please , check with your hand , I cant do it with the cuffs , I cant- Shes right , the driver calls , seemingly oblivious to the horns blaring all around us . You need to check for blood . The child could be in danger . No way , my kidnapper balks . No way in hell am I sticking my hand in there ! Then let me ! I beg , inwardly cheering . Blyat , he spits again , fumbling with a set of keys . Its weird , how different it sounds in this context . So unlike the way hed said it . The second he leans over to unlock my cuffs , I act . Pretending to spread my legs in a panic , I kick out . My kitten heel connects with the mans ankle . Hunched over like he is , he goes tumbling down like a tripped giraffe . Oh , no ! I yell for the drivers benefit , kicking my kidnappers fallen gun within my reach . Are you okay ? Then , without a moments hesitation , I slam it into the back of his head . Whats happening ?! Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!