Tuesday Tales – Tiger
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He wrapped his hand around Ame’s wrist and tugged her to him. She stiffened as she felt the point of a blade poke her beneath her chin.
Her captor looked up the slide to Aubrey. “Come on, sweetheart. You don’t want me to hurt your big sister, do you?”
The only reply he got was a squeak. Aubrey straightened herself then slid down the slide, clasping her little arms around Ame’s waist in terror. She looked up with tear filled eyes. “I’m scared,” she whimpered.
“Me too,” Ame breathed.
“Ok, girls,” Oliver began. “See that white van over there.” He pointed at the nose of a beaten up white van peeking from the tree lined lane. “We’re going for a ride.”
“Like hell you are.”
Ame gasped as she noticed Oliver’s spine straighten. She knew that voice but there was no way it could be… She carefully glanced around her captor to the source.
Abbey suddenly had appeared, dressed in her business suit for the office. And she had a very dangerous looking pistol pressed against Oliver’s temple. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but please take the knife away from my daughter’s throat. Because if I see you so much as flinch I’ll put a bullet in your brain.”
Oliver laughed, a wicked twinkle glimmering in his chocolate brown eyes. “Abigail O’Riley, I was hoping you would be the one they would send. I’ve been dying to meet you. If you haven’t noticed, Tiger, you’re outnumbered.”
One of the other men reached for his gun. Before he could pull it free, Abbey slipped her hand beneath her skirt, whipping the pistol in the holster wrapped around her thigh free. She pointed it at him. “And if you know me that well, you know I’m not alone. There are sniper rifles pointed at each of you right now. Now I have a question for you. Do you have anyone in that van of yours?”
“Why would I tell you?” Oliver questioned.
“Because if there are, you’ll want to get them out. Now. Call it my Good Samaritan moment of the day.”
Ame heard the faint buzz of a motorbike approaching. It was barely audible over her stampeding heart. She was trying to stay brave for her little sister but she knew the little girl could feel her shake. Snipers? Where did Mom come up with snipers? And why is she holding those guns? Has she done this before? Does Daddy know about this?
“Amelia, Aubrey, get down,” Abbey gently instructed.
Both girls stood stone still. The sound of the motorbike grew louder. Abbey sighed as she glanced out of the corner of her eye at her daughters. “Girls, I said get down. Now.”
Everyone’s attention suddenly was torn away to a large figure dressed in black racing up the drive lined for a direct collision with the van. In a fluid motion, he laid the bike on its side. Sparks erupted from the scraping metal as the man kicked the bike away and tumbled onto the lawn. Abbey used the second of distraction to land a roundhouse kick into the belly of one of the captors. Ame gaped as she watched her mother incapacitate the three, leaving a particularly wicked elbow for Oliver’s chin, strong enough to cut him open. She flew to the ground and tugged the girls to her to shield them.
The explosion was hard to miss. The van erupted in flames sending a fireball into the sky past the line of trees. The roar was quickly followed by the tinkling sound of shattering glass as several of the school windows blew apart. Aubrey screamed and clung to her mother. Ame pulled her head free enough to look.
The motorbike rider slowly rose from the ground like a demon from the flames. He brushed the dirt from his suit then strode across the lawn towards them. Ame quaked inside. She could only squeak one word. “Dad?”