At long last, this is the final chapter of Club X. If you haven't already, you might want to read the previous chapters to understand what's going on
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Away from the mayhem of the police raid at the club, with a clear path to freedom straight ahead, all Shar had to do was turn and walk away and forget about what had just happened.
Her conscience getting the better of her, she didn't hesitate for long, though. Heaving a resolved sigh, she turned around and headed right back into the fray.
When she managed to make her way back across the street from the club, her eyes went wide, shocked at what was unfolding. People she recognized, all anxiously looking over at her, were being led away in handcuffs.
The entire street was blocked, with wall-to-wall police cars and vans. There were just so many people milling around, some only half-dressed, and all of them looking pretty nervous.
Heath was on the sidewalk out in front, anxiously pacing back and forth, looking like he was about to rip his hair out, as she cautiously approached him. The moment he saw her, he grabbed her roughly by the upper arms. "Shar, have you seen Lila? She was supposed to be out here waiting for me. I just hope she hasn't been arrested."
Biting into her lip, Shar flinched and shook her head. "Heath, I'm sorry, but Lars has her."
"What?" His eyes shot open and she winced when he squeezed her arms even harder. "How is that even possible? And where the fuck is he taking her?"
From the way she was flinching, he realized what he was doing, and muttered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," and let go of her.
Rubbing her arms, Shar explained, "I'm the one who should be sorry, because I'm the one that led her to him. I got word that you had a car waiting to get us out of here, and I was told to find Lila. I led her to where your car was supposed to be waiting for us up the street. But I had no idea that Lars was waiting inside to grab her. They just took off with her a few minutes ago, heading towards the highway."
"Fuck!" exploded out of him, as he slammed his hand on the hood of a car parked at the curb. With the kind of hate-on Lars had for him, he had an awful feeling that to get back at him, he'd love nothing more than to take it out on Lila.
Then he looked over and noticed his pal George from his days on the police force standing nearby, who he'd already talked to inside. He waved him over and explained. "George, I need your help. My lady's been kidnapped by that freak Lars I was telling you about. Knowing what he's capable of, I wouldn't put anything past him. The guy's so twisted, he could do anything with her, even try and kill her."
Hearing that, Shar's eyes went big, and so did the cop's. "How do you know he has her?" George asked.
Heath nodded at Shar and she repeated what she knew to the policeman. The instant he heard her story, George got on his radio and called it in. Then he told Heath, "I think we'd better try and follow them before they get too far." He nodded at Shar. "And I think you should ride along too, miss, to show us which way they went."
Miles away, the limo was speeding along the highway, with Lars anxiously looking behind them, before staring ahead again at the road. As they approached a bridge, narrowing his eyes and smiling slyly, he pointed and said to the driver, "Stop up ahead, just before that bridge."
Looking confused, the driver looked back at him in his mirror. "I can't stop on a bridge. We could get hit. How about if I stop after we've crossed it? I can see a patch of grass just up ahead where we can pull over."
Lars gritting his teeth, leaned closer and ground out, "And I said that I want to stop at the edge of the bridge, and not on the grass, do you understand?"
With a quick nod, he did as he was told and pulled over as far as he could on the side of the road. His eyes fixed on the mirror he looked back anxiously at Lars. A shiver went through him when he took a look down over the side of the railing at the fast flowing, frigid looking water running about a hundred feet below them. "Now what?" he asked, with his hands trembling on the steering wheel.
Lars pointed to a tiny gap in the side of the road. "I want you to drive through that opening at the edge there, and head down to the water."
Lila's couldn't believe her ears. He had to be crazy. Just before the safety railing started, there was a small gap that opened to a nearly vertical rocky incline that led down to the water's edge below. No way could he navigate a drop like that without flipping the car and all of them winding up dead.
After taking a quick look back at Lars, busy staring down at the rocky shoreline, the driver threw open his door and started to run as fast as his chubby little legs would take him.
Seeing him go, Lars sprang from the limo and hollered after him, "Get back here, you fucking coward, and do as you're told!" Pulling a snub nose revolver out of his pocket, he lifted his arm and took aim. Missing him by a hair's breadth, he cursed under his breath. But as he watched the portly driver struggle to get away, Lars began to laugh maniacally and kept firing after him, apparently just for the fun of seeing him jumping from side to side, literally running for his life.
His face an angry red, after realizing the driver had gotten away, Lars stalked around the car, leaned into the driver's side, and popped the trunk release.
Wide-eyed, Lila watched him fling open the back passenger door. Then he roughly grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her out.
His lips twisted in a sinister smile, with his fingers digging painfully into her arm, he breathed into her ear, "I think you'd better get into the trunk now. We wouldn't want anyone to see you sitting back here now, would we?"
Knowing she'd probably never get out alive if she did as he asked and crawled in, Lila struggled as hard as she could to get free. Twisting in his grip as he attempted to lift her off her feet, she kicked at him as hard as she could, digging her heel into his shin.
Letting out a ferocious growl, Lars grabbed her around the waist, and slung her over his shoulder, walked to the back of the car and dropped her into the trunk with a resounding thud.
Pointing his gun right in her face, he told her, "Don't even think of trying to escape."
Eyes wide, she nodded, curled into a ball and closed her eyes, praying he wouldn't shoot her. Leaning close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath on her face, he warned, "You are not to make a sound. You understand?" When she nodded her head that she did, he smiled as he told her, "Or, I promise you, my lovely, it will be the last sound you ever make."
A sense of panic shot through her as the trunk slammed shut, trapping her inside. Squinting into the darkness, Lila hoped that by some miracle she'd be able to get free, and that somehow Heath would find out what had happened to her. Sure, that he would come for her if he could, she knew that he'd never let Lars have the satisfaction of taking her away from him. Fighting back tears, she refused to believe that she'd never see him again.
Suddenly, every inch of her tensed when she felt the car start up and slowly begin to move forward. Wishing she knew what he was planning to do with her, she just prayed she could find a way out. While also praying that he wasn't crazy enough to attempt to drive down that rocky incline.
Though she soon realized that he was driving straight ahead on the highway, her stomach still churned and her heart beat like mad, hating the idea of being helpless and feeling trapped.
Refusing to give up and let Lars have his way with her, she knew there had to be something she could do to try and save herself.
Determined to find a way, she crawled to the back of the trunk and felt along the seam until she found what she knew had to be the emergency escape latch, dimly glowing in the dark. Relieved, she was just about to pull it, to force the trunk open, when it dawned on her that she couldn't. Obviously, Lars would know right away that she'd found it and had gotten the trunk open when the indicator light lit up on the dashboard. Knowing that he had a gun, and wouldn't be afraid to use it, she sagged back down, determined to find another way.
She tried running her hands along the floor to see what else she could find. Once she'd tugged it free, she peeled back the layer of carpeting lining the bottom of the trunk, and put her hand in and felt around. When her hand landed on the tire iron sitting on the spare tire, she wiggled it free and rolled the carpet back into place.
Tucking her long blonde hair out of her way behind her ears, she worked her way on her elbows to the back corner of the trunk. She felt around again, till she found another indentation, that she hoped would be the tail lights. Unsnapping the carpet from the wall of the trunk, her eyes lit up and she gasped with relief when she saw reddish colored light shining in at her, through what she knew had to be the plastic tail light covers.
After she managed to pull the bulb out of the back of the light, she left the bulb attached and pushed the wires out of her way. Wishing she knew more about cars she carefully pressed the tire iron through the hole where the bulb had been against the long red light, and gave it a few hard taps. The plastic was so hard, it wouldn't budge. And she was afraid he might hear her if she tried banging any harder.
Then her eyes lit up, and she actually smiled when she heard the volume go up on the radio, filling the car with opera music that Lars seemed to be enjoying, judging from the way he was singing along.
Seizing the opportunity, she twisted around in a ball and used the heel of her shoe and kicked at the tire iron as hard as she could, over and over till she finally heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the sound of the light cracking.
As she worked at the light, she listened carefully for any sounds coming from inside the car, afraid that Lars would hear what she was up to if she made too much noise.
It took her a few tries before she tapped it as hard as she dared with the tire iron -- till finally she heard the welcome sound of it shattering. Thrilled that she'd managed to put a good size crack in it, she kept working it from side to side as Lars kept singing along in a surprisingly deep baritone.
Using the trusty tire iron, she hit it again and again, a little harder each time, until finally she broke through, heaving a huge sigh of relief when she saw daylight shining through the hole she'd managed to create.
After wiping the back of her hand across her sweaty brow, she carefully tapped at the inner frame and broke the plastic that held the bulb. Drawing in a few deep breaths of the cool outside air, she kept working at the edges until she got the hole big enough that she was able to fit her hand through, without tearing up her arm.
Peering out, she spotted a low-slung sports car approaching from behind. Her heart leapt as she frantically waved her hand through the opening at him, hoping the driver would notice and call the police. But when he sped past, looking oblivious, though disappointed, she didn't give up and kept trying to get the attention of anyone else who drove past.
