Wild Ride: A Bad Boy Romance (23 page)

“Get
him,” shouted Slam. “Shoot the bear. Dead of alive, Jilly. Dead or alive.”

Jilly was
halfway out the window. He was trying to wrangle the very long rifle into
place, so that he could train the sights on Herbert. “I’ve almost got him,” he
screamed.

Without
words, Herbert seemed to say, “I just want you to be safe, Roxy. Get back into
the apartment and lock the door. They’ll follow me, you’ll be ok. I know it
looks dangerous, but I’ll be ok. I’ve been in worse situations.”

Roxy
remembered Herbert’s military background, and realized that as a bear he was
more than equipped to deal with this situation.

She ran
as fast as she could into the apartment. She ran up the wooden stairs, passing
the landing that only hours before she had given Herbert that wonderful
blowjob. She still could taste his rich and salty semen in her mouth.

Roxy
rushed over to the window that overlooked the alley. She saw Herbert looking up
at her, his massive snout pointed in her direction. Once he saw her in the
window, and knew she was safe, he made his move.

Roxy felt
a thrill run through her: Herbert really must love her. He had wanted above all
else to protect her, in spite of the great risk to his own life.

Jilly had
managed to get the rifle leveled, and it was pointed right at Herbert. With a
massive mechanical roar that echoed through the alley, reverberating between
the brick walls, Jilly fired the gun. The kick from the gun sent him flying,
making him loose his balance. He fell from where he was position halfway out
the window and fell back into the cab, the rifle falling from his hands and
hitting the alley pavement.

Herbert was
already on the move. His quick reflexes allowed him to dodge the bullet. The
huge caliber bullet whizzed passed him, just barely grazing the fur on his
back.

Ignoring
Slam, who stood there as if stunned, look quite stupid, Herbert sprinted on all
four paws towards the truck.

He didn’t
slow down, even for a moment, as he approached the truck.

There was
no room for him to go around or over the truck.

In bear
form, thought Roxy, Herbert was probably too heavy to climb on top of the
truck. His weight would have smashed the cabin, probably crushing Jilly to
death inside. Once again, Roxy had to admire Herbert’s desire to keep even his
enemies safe from harm.

Rising
his head up, Herbert slammed his chest against the front grill of the truck
with all his force.

Horrified,
and a little turned on, although she didn’t know why, Roxy saw that blood was
already oozing from the impression the truck grill had made on Herbert’s chest.
She reached down and felt herself between her lips. She was moist. And she was
only getting wetter. It must have been the thrill of seeing her man, or her
bear, more accurately, in battle. Despite her worry, Roxy couldn’t help
herself. She kept her hand there, pressed against her wet vagina. She began to
slowly finger herself. She found that her clit was already exposed, the lips
having folded back, like a flower. She massaged her clit gently, but found
herself getting so excited at the site of Herbert charging the truck as a bear,
that soon she was rubbing herself vigorously.

Herbert charged
the truck again and again. Each time moving it back a few feet. The truck must
have been in park, because each time it moved back a few feet, something inside
of it squealed. Maybe it was the brakes, or the gearbox, grinding as Herbert
pushed it with

his sheer
force. Each time his bulk collided with the truck, his wounds were worsened,
and more blood dripped out.

Roxy
cared deeply for Herbert, but the site of the wound only made her more excited.
But mostly it was his display of sheer force that made her cum. She came for a
full minute, moaning so loudly, crying out, that Slam looked up and saw her in
the window. Fortunately, he couldn’t see her below the waist, due to the
window’s placement.

Finally,
Herbert had pushed the truck far enough out of the alley that he could run by
it.

From her
vantage point in the window, she saw Herbert disappear behind the bar building,
running freely into the street.

But what
Roxy saw next shocked her. She could still see the cab of the truck from her
vantage point. The entire front was smashed and bloody, with bear hair stuck to
it. Jilly had managed to get out of the cab. He ran back into the alley,
picking up the giant riffle from where it was lying on the ground “Come on,
we’ll shoot him,” yelled Jilly at Slam. “Don’t just stand there.” This shook
Slam out of his trance, and he sprinted out to the alley entrance.

Roxy had
to stop them. Jilly was going to shoot Herbert. That gun had a long enough
scope that he’d be able to shoot Herbert almost a mile away.

Checking
to make sure her pants were completely buttoned, Roxy sprinted down the
stairway and into the alley. The heels of her shoes clacked loudly against the
pavement as she ran.

Jilly and
Slam were standing in the street. Jilly was raising the gun to his eye.

Roxy
looked down the street to see Herbert galloping on all four legs. He was almost
a mile away, many blocks down the street. But his massive form was still
visible. She could see the up-and-down motion of his back as he ran along. She
had to admit he was quite good looking for a grizzly bear.

But this
was no time to get sexually aroused, thought Roxy to herself.

“Stop,”
screamed Roxy. “Don’t shoot him.”

Jilly
lowered the gun for a moment. He turned to look at Roxy. “It’s what we got to
do. We’re hunters. So we hunt.” He brought the scope up again to his eye and
squinted into it.

Roxy no
longer had the tequila bottle, but she wouldn’t have been able to hit Jilly
with it even if she’d had it. Slam was standing guard, in the way that army
snipers have lookouts to protect the immediate environment.

But Roxy
tried to run at Jilly anyway. She screamed out a long, shrill, scream, with her
mouth hanging open and her throat stretching to accommodate the giant “Nooo!”

Roxy
never reached Jilly. Slam reached and seized her arms, holding her back easily,
as if she was a toy.

Herbert
must have heard her scream. Even though he was so far away, he did have very
sensitive animal hearing.

Roxy saw
Herbert’s distant shape stop, pause, and then around, cocking an ear towards
her voice.

Jilly’s
gun boomed. It kicked back, knocking the thin Jilly onto the ground. His head
hit the pavement and bounced back up, blood pouring everywhere.

Down the
street, Herbert was knocked back a little from the force of the impact. He
crumpled to the ground in a heap, his giant head tumbling into his own paws.

“Noo!”
screamed Roxy, tears bursting from he eyes and streaming down her face. “What
have you done? You monsters.” She did her best to fight against Slam, who was
still holding her in a vice like grip. “Let me go, you monster. You asshole.
You stupid piece of fucking shit. God damnit. Why would you shoot him? Why did
you kill him?” The only thing in Roxy’s head was that she wanted to get to
Jilly and kill him. She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to pick up his skull and
bash it again into the pavement. She wanted to bash it again and again.

Roxy
ached like she had never before. Her whole body hurt. She felt a deep
depression like a ravine opening up in his brain. It felt like the pain was
prying apart her skull.

“Calm
down, lady,” said Slam. “It was just a tranquilizer. He’s knocked out, not
dead.”

Not
dead... The words rang in Roxy’s head. The pain lifted. She felt a little
lighter. She felt a little better. She didn’t want to kill Jilly. But she still
wanted to hurt him. They were still hunters. They had hunted him like any
common animal. They were just after the prize money and the fame. They had no
concept of the love that she and Herbert had shared.

Jilly had
gotten up, despite his head wound. He was standing, looking at Herbert’s
collapsed body through the scope of his gun. Then he raised his head, lowering
the tranquilizer gun, and looked over at Roxy struggling against Slam. “I got
some handcuffs in the trunk,” he said.

He ran
over the truck cabin and brought Slam a pair of handcuffs. Together, against
Roxy’s struggling, kicking, spitting and swearing, they handcuffed her to a
pipe that was sticking out from the brick wall in the alley.

The
handcuffs were tight against Roxy’s wrists, almost cutting off circulation. The
pipe was low to the ground, so she had to squat low, or sit cross-legged. If
she stuck her head a little around the corner, to the street, she could see
Herbert lying down there, still unconscious.

His body
was blocking an intersection. A car or two had stopped, unable to pass him.
People now, drivers and pedestrians, were gathering around his body. Roxy
couldn’t make out exactly what they were doing, since they were so far away.
But she was pretty sure she saw someone pull out a cell phone, probably o call
the police.

“So if
you didn’t want him dead, why were you saying that stuff about ‘alive or dead?’
said Roxy, full of anger, spit coming out of her mouth as she spoke.

“It’s
just a line from a movie we like,” said Slam, helping Jilly with his head wound
with some bandages from the truck.

“What are
you going to do to him?” In spite of her anger, there were tears in Roxy’s
eyes. She had never felt so afraid. How was this fair? She had just fall in
love with him, and now he was going to be taken away, while she was handcuffed
to a pipe in an alley, powerless to stop them.

“We’re
going to deliver him to the military facility. We’ll get our rewards. That’s
all we want right now. What they chose to do with him is their business.”

“You’re
just going to let them perform all these crazy experiments on him? What will
they do with him anyway?” Roxy’s anger and fear were rising. She found that she
was sweating, despite the cool nighttime air.

“They’re
probably trying to learn how their soldiers can turn into bears. Basically they
want to weaponize him somehow.”

“But
they’ll surely kill him in the process.” Roxy was imagining all sorts of
horrible experiments, the kind she had seen in science fiction movies.”

“Probably,”
said Slam callously. “There’s not going to be any way to examine his DNA and
his inner workings unless he’s dead. They won’t be able to study the tissue
purposefully unless they kill him. Plus, killing him will show them which form
his body takes when he’s dead. Man or bear.”

Roxy
could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t exaggerating. He must have
heard something from the military people about what they were planning to do.
She knew it was the truth.

“So you
don’t care that you’re going to be killing a man, in exchange for some measly
money? A few pitiful dollars?”

“That
ain’t no man, lady. That’s a bear. That’s nothing more than a beast.”

“He’s a
man,” said Roxy, emphatically.

“Come on,
Slam,” said Jilly, already in the driver’s seat of the cab. “We don’t have time
for this. Come on!”

Without
another word, or even a look, to Roxy, Slam got into the passenger’s side door.

Roxy
watched them back the truck up in the street, then turn it around in a complex
3-point turn type of maneuver. She thrashed against the handcuffs, which
rattled loudly against the pipe, but she couldn’t shake them. They were far too
tight to slip her wrists through.

She felt
powerless as she watched the truck drive slowly down the street.

The truck
stopped by Herbert in his bear form. There was now a crowd of people standing
around him, many with there cameras. A bear of Herbert’s size must have been a
rare citing in the city.

Roxy had
to peer around the wall to see, straining against the handcuffs and the pipe.

Down the
street, she could see Jilly and Slam talking to the crowed. Jilly helped escort
everyone to the side of the road, while Slam bent down and examined Herbert’s
body.

Roxy
continued to struggle and pull against the handcuffs and she watched in horror
how Jilly piloted a giant crane. He maneuvered the crane down to Herbert’s body
and picked him up as if he were a stuffed animal in an arcade game.

Soon
Herbert was loaded onto the giant flatbed, looking like a great mound of furry
firewood.

“Noo,” screamed
Roxy, as Jilly and Slam got back into the cab and drove off down the street,
Herbert’s giant body strapped down onto the flatbed. But it was hopeless. Roxy
was trapped. And the truck was already out of sight.

Even if
Herbert were to wake up, even if he were able to fight off the effects of the
tranquilizers, there was no way he would be able to escape from the straps.
Roxy had watched how Slam used a special winching device to make sure Herbert
was tied tightly.

Roxy
couldn’t stand the thought of her man being taken from her. And only hours
after they had met. There was a pain in Roxy that was growing. It wouldn’t go
away. It felt like it would crush her from the inside out.