The Nerdy Prince and His Nemesis.

Chapter Five. A Small Indication.

Chapter Five. A Small Indication.

The van shuddered, before slowing to a stop. The action waking Ronnie up from her exhausted slumber. She did not know how long had passed since their last toilet break, but as her bladder was not screaming at her for release, an indication that it couldn’t have been as long as it normally was. Her ears pricked at she heard her guards shouting, what she presumed to be, curses in their own languages. The sound of the front doors to the van opened and slammed shut. She couldn’t help but wonder what was happening, as the pair of them muttered together in angry voices. It was then she felt one of them kick the rear left-hand side of the van, and the realisation of what had transpired began to sink in. A flat tire. The knowledge that these two beasts, who treated her less than an animal ,were hampered in their plans, by a circle of flat rubber amused her. A small smile teetered on her lips, as she fully enjoyed their frustration. Her brain began to work at a rapid pace in answer to the burning question on her mind.

Should she attempt to escape. Yes or No.

Ronnie began weighing up the pros and cons, evaluating the risk factors, before making a hasty decision.

The pros were easy. Escape and head home. Use the distraction of the flat tyre to her advantage and sneak away. It was easy if she thought about it quick enough. However, there were con’s as well.

She no longer had a wolf, and even if Orla was still somewhere deep inside her, she doubted she would still have her strength and speed. She had not had any form of exercise for three years, by her calculations, so she would easily tire if she did make it out of the van unnoticed. The guards were werewolves, and no doubt their enhance hearing would pick up her attempts to leave the van. Also, if she got out she was hampered with a hessian bag over her head and her arms cuffed behind her back. There was a huge risk, and the odds were not in her favour, if she was to take this opportunity to flee her captivity. However, any chance offered to her was worth it. She determined to figure out a way to open the rear doors of the van when she heard another voice, speaking in a language she didn’t understand, begin talking to her captors. Suddenly, remaining where she was, became to only course of action she could take. The man was human, and if she escaped, she knew her captors would kill him without a second thought. She would never be responsible for an innocent’s death, so she slumped back against the side of the van, and decided to listen to the conversation, storing up any information she could glean from it.

Jorge looked at the human, whose smile was wide, a bobble hat on his head, and an extra thick Helle Hansan red coat zipped up to under his chin.

“I do not speak Finnish, do you speak English, Spanish or Russian?” Boris told him.

Jorge let out an audible sound of annoyance. The man who was supposed to be his superior making such a schoolboy error. The b***h was in the van, the sudden halt in movement was sure to have awoken her if she had, once again, passed out. Jorge was certain she would have heard the conversation with his alleged superior, although the low-ranking guard failed to see anything superior about Boris. In fact, the man was a buffoon, as far as he was concerned. Jorge was now certain the b***h they were transporting directly to Sergie, the leader of their underground group, made up of werewolves and humans so evil, even the Mafia cast them out, knew where they were.

Part of him wondered if he should let the girl escape, she was, as far as he was concerned a liability. She had already made a fool of them, why Sergie kept her alive was anybody’s guess, surely they could find another person good with computers to help them. Jorge thought how he could leave her to the elements. Blame Boris for losing her, she had so much wolfsbane injected into her veins over the years, he doubted she had a wolf and would probably not survive a solitary night in the harsh weather of northern Scandinavia. However, there was a risk, this land was under the King of Scandinavia’s rule, King Fredrick, and Queen Rebecca, the nerdy prince’s sister. Granted, the king was not resident in Finland, but he had his brothers become Crown Princes, each of them ruling over the individual countries of Denmark, Norway, Sweeden and Finland, answering only to the King. If she managed to get to a remote pack in the north of Finland, word would reach Crown Prince Elias Hansen, then the king himself, ensuring that the Colton Clan would be immediately informed, alerting the Nerdy Prince, and his brother the king of UK and Irelands werewolves. If that wasn’t bad enough, the weird punk assed b***h of a true blooded queen, Chloe herself would be informed, and nobody wanted to face Sheba her wolf in battle, if they could avoid it. The b***h inside the van had too much information to risk her surviving an escape attempt. Yes, time had passed since she had access to their plans, and worked to keep the Colton’s off their tails, much had changed. Vladdy no longer on this earthly plain, Sergie taking over, however, some of the crucial parts of their quest for world domination had remained the same, and the b***h knew too much.

“Do you have a spare tyre?” the Finnish human asked.

Jorge cast an accusing look at Boris, who had taken the decision to dump the spare wheel, in order to make more room for the b***h inside the van. His reasoning being that if the wheel and wrenches remained where she was being held, they could be used as weapons against them. It had been a stupid decision, another reason why Jorge questioned the man’s promotion through the ranks.

“No, we don’t,” Boris sighed, running his hand through his greasy hair. He could feel his subordinate’s annoyance from where he stood. He knew the man thought him a fool, and unworthy of being placed in charge of the team tasked with keeping their captive subdued, for if Sergie ever had a use for her.

Plus, as much as he would deny it, he liked the girl. She had given them trouble, but there was something he found arousing about her. He was mate less, but still a man, and something about her made his d**k hard. He had many fantasies over the months of guarding her, most of them playing out in the shower on a morning, as he pumped his length to the thoughts of bending her over, grabbing her wild hair, and making her beg him to stop. Yes, the thought of this fiery girl being subdued by him as he f****d her senseless, made his d**k twitch even now. The only thing that stopped him living his fantasy was the instruction from Sergie that she was off limits, and now he wanted her brought to him.

“Humm, there is a garage ten kilometres from here. I can take you,” the helpful human smiled at them.

“You go Jorge, I will remain with the van,” Boris said to his underling, however, Jorge shook his head.

“Actually, I think you should go,” he told him.

Jorge was not a stupid man; he had noted how Boris lusted over the b***h. He was many things, but a r****t was not one of them. As much as he hated the girl, he would never put her in the position that she could be violated in that way. Killing her, would be easy for him, but to watch a man take a woman against her will, was not something he would ever be on bored with. Plus, whilst his alleged superior was attempting to get his rocks off, she could easily escape. Yeah, maybe she would die, and save them all the bother, but the thoughts of her surviving and informing the Colton Clan was not a risk he deemed worth taking.

“I insist you go,” Boris attempted to command him.

“Gentlemen, please. Why don’t you both come with me?” the helpful human asked.

“I will stay with the van. You have the credit card to pay for the garage and tow truck,” Jorge said, knowing that Boris would need to concede, after all, he had done nothing but brag about how he had been trusted with the team finances.

“Bring us back some food,” Jorge stated, then opened the door to the front of the van, and sat back in his seat, not leaving any room for argument from his alleged boss.

Ronnie lay motionless in the back of the van. Finland, she was in Finland. She resisted the audible sigh of relief escaping her lips at being in one of the Royal Allied countries. Although she had little knowledge of what had happened since her k********g, she did, however, know that Princess Rebecca had been mated to Crown Prince of Denmark Fredrick, the pair becoming King and Queen of Scandinavia, when Fredrick found out about his father’s betrayal. The guards and humans she had been stationed with whilst doing their bidding, before she was caught leaving her trail of breadcrumbs for Hamish had been constantly gossiping about it. The old leader, Vladdy, was incensed with anger, that King Sven had been killed, and he no longer had control of the Scandinavian countries. The information she had gleaned from that conversation was good news. Plus, now she had only one guard on her, and the human had gone. Her mind begun to formulate a plan, and she kicked the side of the van with her feet.

“I need the bathroom. Now!” she shouted but got zero response.

Letting out a sigh, she tried again.

“I am going to s**t all over your van!” she shouted once more. She knew her captors cared little about her lying in her own mess, but they would not want to risk the pungent smell for the rest of the journey, however long it might be.

After three more shouts regarding her fake urgent need to toilet, she finally heard the van door at the front of the vehicle open, and the footsteps of her solitary guard walking to the back. As the doors opened she saw light through the hessian bag, as Jorge climbed inside. He ripped the bag from her head, his face a mask of contempt and annoyance.

“Don’t you dare try anything b***h,” he growled at her, as he unlocked the handcuffs, and roughly pulled her toward the double doors. Jorge peaked out of the van, satisfied nobody was around to witness the girl coming out the back, he pulled her out, marching the girl to the grass verge. Ronnie’s eyes stung in the daylight, a well of emotion at seeing the light, for the first time in forever rose in her throat, causing her to halt her steps momentarily.

Jorge pushed her to the verge on the side of the road.

“Do it. Now,” he ordered.

“What if a car comes? Please can I not go a little further away from the road?” Ronnie asked, wanting to put as much distance as possible between her and the guard.

“f**k,” Jorge cursed, he did not care about the girls privacy, but he did care that if a car passed, and they saw someone shitting on the side of the road, would draw unnecessary attention, maybe even warrant a call to the local police.

He dragged her into the trees, and stood guard, as she pulled down her thread bare leggings, and begun to squat.

Ronnie’s mind began to work out how to distract her guard. When suddenly the sound of a car crunching on the loose shale road approached them.

“Oh God, they cannot see me like this and you watching!” Ronnie exclaimed, her voice high pitched, but it was all a rouse to escape.

Without thinking Jorge nodded his head and turned away from her to watch for the unwelcome car to arrive. Ronnie moved as quickly as she could, pulling up her leggings and began to run, to where she had no clue. No sooner than she sped off, the guard caught her, as he cursed her to hell and back. The feisty redhead attempted to fight against him, when a punch landed directly on her temple, and instant darkness cloaked her eyes, as her body fell to the ground.