Saving Mia by Michelle Woods Page B

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    “What the hell? Hilmia was in there. She must be in the warehouse.” Mia didn’t wait she ran towards the back door to the warehouse. She peeked outside seeing that there were no guards back here. She darted out into some bushes that ran alone the far side of the warehouse. If she could make it to the market she’d be able to escape in the crowds, she thought.
    Moving along inside the bushes she crouched near the building moving until she could see the front of the building. Hearing shouts and seeing men running into the warehouse she felt her heart pounding in her ears. There was no way she’d make it across the yard. Not with that many guards.
    That was when she heard the bikes. She waited, maybe she could make it to the market when they were dealing with the delivery she thought desperately.
     
    Ratchet was already in a really shitty mood today. Pulling up to find five guards blocking their way didn’t make him very happy. Bone who’d come expecting to talk to Mia, wasn’t happy either. He walked up talking to the guards. He looked grim when he headed back to talk to him and Tank who was standing with him at the back of the truck.
    “Shit, they’re fucking looking for that woman.” Bone growled angrily. “Something about stolen food.”
    “What woman?” Ratchet asked, but he already knew. There was only one woman who worked here. Fuck, what had Mia done?
    “The one I’m here to talk to, Hilmia I think.”
    “Mia.” Ratchet automatically corrected. Bone looked at him.
    “What?”
    “Her name, it’s Mia. Not Hilmia.” He told him.
    “Oh, well that’s who they’re looking for.”
    “Fuck,” Ratchet said feeling a bit rabid. They weren’t taking her to jail. He wasn’t going to allow it he thought, dangerously.
    “You armed?” He asked Tank.
    “What the fuck Ratchet? We can’t start shooting people.” Bone said, glaring at him. Yeah, he didn’t fucking care how much trouble he got in for this. He wasn’t letting them take Mia anywhere. It wasn’t fucking happening.
    He headed back to his bike ignoring Bone, who hissed. “Get your fucking ass back here.”
    As he neared his bike which he’d parked near the back of the truck he heard the bushes move. He glanced over at them seeing Mia huddled in them. Fuck, well that was convenient, he thought.  He knocked the stand on his bike up moving it behind the bushes, hissing.
    “Get your tight ass out here, Mia.” She stared then moved to stand making him hiss again. “No, stay low but get over here.”
    That was when Tank and Bone came up beside him. “What the fuck is the matter with you Ratchet?” Bone demanded, then he saw Mia who was crouched near the bushes.
    “Fine, make it quick. We’ll distract them.” Bone growled, and Ratchet knew he was in for a shit storm later.
    He parked his bike then moved over to Mia. Bone and Tank went to the front of the truck and began demanding that they be taken care of right away. They were yelling at the guards and being dicks. Ratchet yanked Mia behind the buildings edge.
    “What are you doing?” She demanded.
    “Getting you out of here.” Ratchet grabbed her bun and began unraveling it. Then he looked at her skirt, they’d never buy that was something that a Red Devils woman would wear, he thought grimly. Taking his knife out of his boot he began cutting off the skirt to just about mid-thigh. Hearing her gasp.
    Mia was a bit shook up when Ratchet demanded that she get out of the bushes, and she’d thought he was going to turn her over to the guards. Only instead he’d told her to stay low, and then that he was going to help her. Even the two men who were yelling at the guards were helping. She didn’t understand why though. As she felt Ratchet’s hands in her hair, she wondered what the hell his plan was.
    When he took out a knife and started to cut her skirt off really short she was so shocked that she let out a loud gasp. What the hell was he doing? She wondered. Her lips