Biker Kidnapped

“Ah, so you are awake at last, gringo.  Is good.”

The fat driver had lit a cigarette. He looked at Reb who could only mmmnff in his gag.

“Oh, better not even to try and speak, gringo. They’ve wrapped you up fine, like a neat little package. So that’s what I’m being paid for – to deliver the package.”

He took a long puff on his cigarette. Reb could only wonder who was this fat little greaser.

“You do not like me, eh, gringo? You are disgusted by my sight, I can see it in your eyes. But you’d better be nice to me. You see…”

He took on another puff.

“You see, the men who handed you over to me, they don’t really care what I do with you as long as you’re out of their way. I think you know who they are and why they want you out. I think you also realize you are lucky to be alive.”

Reb couldn’t believe it. So those mafia thugs had finally decided to move onto his territory? Fucking idiots. They would soon realize he was only the most visible part of a big opposition.

“They don’t want things to get messy – yet. Your disappearance should be a warning to others. So I really can do whatever I want with you.”

The fat driver had paused to let the information sink in. Of course, Reb thought, that guy could do whatever he wanted. Even kill him. But for some reason, Reb thought that’s not what the fat greaser had in mind. It would have been so simple to drop him at the bottom of a lake while he was still out. That dope the guys had slipped him was powerful stuff. He must have been out for hours.

“You are a very handsome man, gringo. I know people who’ll pay good money for a man like you. They are very discreet. The people who want you out of the way won’t know you are alive, they won’t know where you are.”

The fat driver had finished his cigarette. He threw away the butt.

“In fact, not even you will know where you are. But be patient, we aren’t there yet.”

The man closed the back doors of the truck and Reb found himself once again in complete darkness. Then he felt the truck start.