Chapter 90 Claimed

• He hurled me over his shoulder and started toward the side of the gas station where a black car was readily in wait.
• I screamed, yelled, scratched his back, yet nothing. Well, I might as well be hitting a brick wall. The area was deserted, there was no one to help, and my screams weren't getting me anywhere.
• There was nothing hurried about his steps; he took his time, and when we got to the car, he threw me in the back seat and filed in behind me.