Sarah glanced to her right to check on her passenger. Keith’s face was all business.
"I suggest we stop and see what they want," he said, this time with a stern voice. Sarah began to think that there was more to Keith, besides being a handsome jock. Keith reached into his jacket and removed a pistol, then demanded that she stop the car. She had no choice; Sarah pulled the car over to the side of the road and the Oldsmobile followed. Sarah watched the dark blue car, as both driver and passenger side doors swung open in unison. Out of the car stepped two, mean looking men. The first was tall with wavy hair, he was a really skinny fellow, and was dressed casually. The other was an average height older man whom wore a leather jacket. Keith looked relief. "Did I do alright", he questioned the men as they made their way to the little sports car. "You did fine kid," laughed the older man.
The tall weird looking man walked around to Keith‘s side, while the older man went to Sarah‘s side. He looked down at her, "Antonio Passini was a great man,” he said, “and now, he's rotting away in prison because of you little lady," he finished.
Sarah had felt betrayed but also foolish for easily being charmed by the handsome stud. "Sorry baby," laughed Keith arrogantly. He went from being a sweet guy to being an arrogant prick in the blink of an eye. Sarah immediately started thinking of a way to escape this nasty situation. "Before we kill you, we're going to have some fun with ya", snorkeled the taller man. Sarah could puke at the thought of this man doing anything sexually with her. He was repulsive with his crooked nose and horrible attire. Sarah knew that she had more brains than the three men combined; she just had to think, and fast.
"Well little lady, don't worry, your days of hiding are over," scolded the older man. Keith climbed out of the car and stood next to the tall guy. Sarah saw him standing there, smiling like an idiot. She couldn't believe how careless she had been. "At least let me look good before you kill me." replied Sarah, finally speaking. "Go ahead, it'll make it better for us," laughed the tall fellow. Sarah took out a bright red stick of lipstick, or so they thought. The minute the guys looked away she pressed a button on the bottom of the stick, releasing a stream of spray into her tormentor's eyes. The tall guy and Keith doubled over, frantically rubbing at their eyes. The older man tried to grab Sarah but she slammed the car door open, catching him in the groin. With a painful groan he clutched his balls and fell to his knees. With the three men temporarily down, Sarah turned on her car and quickly sped off. She looked into the rear-view to see the three men making their way back the their Oldsmobile.
Keith hurriedly rubbed his eyes trying to make out where Sarah had gone. “Fucken bitch!” he shouted after her. They couldn't lose her, not after all the work it took to find the girl, they just couldn't. Sarah could hear the older guy yelling for the two dumb-fucks to get in the car. Before Keith could even close the door he stomped on the gas pedal, throwing everybody into the back of their seats. The Olds sped along, following Sarah through every curve, turn and bump. "I have to lose them," Sarah told herself. Another idea popped into her head too. Maybe, she could lead them into a trap, busting them.
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