Resist Me (Change Me Book One - standalone): McCoy Raven Boys (6 page)

I had to bite on my knuckles to keep from bawling. The memories were too vivid in my mind, still too fresh. Before I realized what was happening, Ethan rubbed a small disinfecting wipe over my arm and swiftly pierced my skin with the needle, injecting me with something from a small syringe.
 

“This will calm you down,” he murmured.
 

I didn’t even protest. I was a mess, my mind was racing, and my heart was pounding uncontrollably against my ribcage.
 

Chris laid me down on the bench, and the ice packs reappeared on my forehead and behind my neck. Without a word, Ethan walked outside. Chris motioned to me to stay down. I obliged, because the dark swirls in front of my eyes were back, and I didn’t want to pass out again.
 

But whatever Ethan injected me with, was working wonders. My eyes closed, and I fell asleep.
 

I heard whispers, and they scared me. I bolted upright, shrieking.
 

Chris rushed to me. Her hands firmly gripped my arms, and she lowered me to the bench. “Shh, it’s okay. Shh.”

I looked around and remembered that I was in the paramedics’ vehicle. Ethan and his Battalion Chief stood at the other end, watching me. A moment later they returned to their quiet conversation, shooting me chased glances. I couldn’t even decipher what was said. After a moment they called Chris to join them.
 

She walked over to them and stood, listening and nodding at what Ethan was whispering. Then she turned her head to give me a quick look. The medicine they gave me made me feel sluggish and calm. I didn’t care anymore what they were doing and what they were discussing. Now, I just wanted to close my eyes and breathe.
 

I must’ve fallen asleep again, because when I opened my eyes the Chief was gone, and Ethan squatted down by my side, looking determined.
 

“What’s going on?” I had to force my mouth to form the words. They came out slurred, no matter how hard I tried.
 

“You’re sure you won’t stay in the witness protection?” Ethan asked. I thought his voice sounded harsher than ever before.
 

“Didn’t I make that clear?” I scoffed, still slurring a bit.
 

“And there isn’t anyone you trust to hide you somewhere?”

“It’s not just about trust. It’s about not putting anyone in danger. The gang found me once, they will find me again. As you can see, they aren’t choosy at whom they kill around me.” I pointed toward the outside.
 

“Maybe they will, or maybe they won’t,” Ethan said.
 

I watched his face, but he didn’t betray what he meant by such a weird statement.
 

Chris stood next to Ethan and lightly punched him in the shoulder. He gave her a scornful look, but she just raised her eyebrows in a mocking
come on, big guy
expression.
 

“Go on, tell her the plan,” Chris prompted.
 

“What plan?” I asked nervously.
 

“I’m getting to it,” Ethan sounded irritated. He turned to look at me, frowning. “Listen, if these guys are watching you then we need to make you disappear. Poof. Gone. No trace.”

“Go on.” I nodded. I was wondering who the
we
were. The medication was still in full effect. I knew that, because I felt surprisingly calm. Normally, if I had to discuss my situation, especially with strangers, I would be scared out of my wits.
 

“You’re coming with me. I can hide you for a while. Chris is gonna help with that.”

“Wait, what?” I had a really hard time wrapping my head around his words. “Hide me where? How?”

Chris kneeled down by Ethan, next to my bench. “Gloria, listen.” She smiled encouragingly. “Ethan is a well-trained ex-Marine with a badass attitude and skills out of this world, but he’s also a really good guy, nevertheless.”
 

“That’s a fucking great intro, Chris. Thank you,” he sneered.

“You’re welcome, but shut up for a bit so I can explain to Gloria what needs to be done.”

I liked Chris more and more. She seemed like a no-nonsense, easy going girl. And she wouldn’t take any shit from a guy, even as imposing as Ethan was. His personality kinda stunk, but beggars can’t be choosers, so I wasn’t about to bring that up.
 

“We’ll swap our clothes.” Chris pointed to me, then to herself, and back to me. “I’ll keep that hood of yours on, just like you’ve been doing, and my head down, so nobody would see my face. Then I’ll go to ride with the feds in their car. You’re staying here. Ethan will drive the paramedics rig to Firehouse 8, right behind Jack, who will take the Engine 8 there. Both vehicles will enter the garage and park. You stay in. Nobody will have the slightest clue that the girl who went with the feds is not Gloria Glass. If there is a tail, they will go after the feds’ vehicle.”

“But you’ll be in danger! You’ll be in the FBI car, so if the gang opens fire—”

“They won’t,” Ethan interrupted me. “They aren’t stupid to attack in the open with so many witnesses, the cops, and the media around. Do you think the fed’s vehicle can possibly slip out of here unnoticed? No way in hell. There’ll be a full entourage following them.”
 

“But that’s crazy.” I sat up.

“Do you have a better idea?” Ethan barked at me.
 

I looked at him, speechless. He didn’t give the impression of being eager at all to become part of this plan, so why did he even agree to do so?

“You don’t seem excited to do this, and I don’t blame you,” I started.
 

He cut me off quickly, “I don’t get
excited
about stuff that needs to be done. I just do it.”

Asshole. There was no way I would spend any time at all with him. I’ve known plenty of jerks in my life already, and adding one more wasn’t going to happen.
 

I opened my mouth to tell him that he can stick that brilliant plan up his ass, but Chris spoke first.
 

“Okay, okay. Listen up. Don’t worry about me, Gloria. My girl Juno will get me from the feds. She’s a cop, and, believe me, nobody ever fucks with her. Ethan will drive you to my house. It’ll simply look as if it’s me he’s dropping off after work. Now comes the important part: you’ll immediately go inside, but then quietly exit through the back door. There is a small gate in my backyard that leads into the woods. You must be quick. Just run to the gate and out. You will see a trail. Follow it all the way through the woods, a mile maybe. Just stay on the path and don’t turn anywhere. The trail ends by a fallen tree. There is a large boulder on the right with two handprints in gold paint—that’s from Juno’s and my wedding ceremony.” She smiled and when she did, her whole face lit up. “Ethan will wait there for you in his truck.”

“Just don’t exit the woods until you see me parked on the road,” Ethan interjected. Geez, he had a rude way of interrupting everyone. “Don’t assume it’s my truck when you see it approach. I’ll stop by the boulder and lower the passenger’s window for you to see it’s actually me. Otherwise, just stay hidden until I arrive.”
 

Wow, that sounded like a script for some thriller story. But then again, my life in the last two weeks had been nothing short of a CSI screenplay material.
 

“Good?” Ethan’s eyes seemed cold. He pinned me down with his stare and then without waiting for me to comment, left the rig.
 

“Quick, give me your clothes.” Chris was already undressing and standing in front of me in only a bra and underwear. She motioned to me to do the same.
 

“How did you convince the FBI to agree to this plan? Wait, do they know?” I realized that if there was a snitch in the Bureau, which I suspected there was, this scheme was as dangerous as staying in the protection program. No, it was even worse, since more innocent people were now involved.
 

“No, they don’t know where you’re going. Nobody except Ethan, our Chief, and Ethan’s cousin Jack. All a hundred percent trustworthy people. You told the feds that you’re withdrawing, and that your lawyer will communicate with them. They can’t do anything now; can’t stop you. You’re a free citizen.”

I took from her the pants and the Fire Department issued shirt and put it down on the bench. It all sounded too easy. I made a mental note to call Jessica as soon as it was safe.
 

Pulling my own t-shirt off, I peeked again at Chris. She turned her head, trying to see what was happening outside. The snake tattooed on her scalp and neck ended between her small breasts. Its blood-red eyes were wide open, menacing. Both of Chris’s shoulders and arms were covered in colorful half-sleeve tattoos, and there was more ink on her flat stomach and lean legs.
 

I slid of my pants and quickly put Chris’s clothes on. They fit pretty well. Chris dressed in my hoodie and jeans. She smiled. “Huh, we must be the same size, just the way Ethan said we were.”

“Ethan? I thought it was you who figured that out.” I didn’t even try to keep surprise out of my voice.
 

She grinned at me. “Ethan knows more about women’s physique and clothes than you and I both put together.”

I felt my eyes opening wide.
 

Chris laughed. She had a nice laugh—like someone who’s carefree and happy. As far as I knew, she most likely was.
 

“Okay, I’m gonna leave now. The feds are waiting. I’ll see you later.” She squeezed my arm. “Don’t be scared. Ethan’s okay. He won’t let anything happen to you. He’s grumpy sometimes, but you can totally trust him.”
 

I pulled her into a hug. “Are you sure you’ll be okay? I don’t know how I can possibly repay you.”
 

“No need to worry about that. I try to pay it forward. One day I might need some help, and so I want to believe I will receive it.” She hugged me back, pulled away, and smiled at me. A moment later she was out of the door.
 

I sat down with my elbows propped on my knees, resting my chin on my fists. Will my life be ever normal again? Will I ever live without fear? Nothing was the same anymore, and I knew that nothing would ever be.
 

Chapter Seven

ETHAN
 

I brought the paramedics rig inside, right after Jack parked the Engine 8. He jumped out from it and closed the garage door. The rest of the guys got out and went inside, straight to the bunkrooms to change from their turnout gear and heavy boots. Jack stayed with me.
 

“Is everything okay? Where is she?” he asked quietly.

I tipped my chin in the direction of the rig and then opened the door. “Gloria, stay here for a moment.”
 

She huddled in the corner like a hunted animal. Momentarily, I felt a pang of guilt for being so harsh with her.
 

Jack stuck his head inside the rig. “S’up. I’m Jack, Ethan’s cousin.”

“I’m Gloria,” she said in a small voice.
 

“Jack, wait with Gloria. I need to grab a few things from my bunkroom.”

“Sure thing, bro.” Jack nodded.
 

I just finished my twenty-four hour shift and had a four-day furlough starting today, which actually worked out perfect for our plan. In the kitchen, Ron and Craig, two guys from our team were getting lunch ready. It was their turn to cook. We always took turns in preparing meals for the rest of the team.

“Cap, are you eating with us?” Craig asked.
 

“No, thanks. I’m leaving in a moment. Jack’s staying though, so better make something for him, or you’ll have to deal with his pissy attitude.” I was just giving them shit for kicks. They cooked for everyone anyway.
 

They both laughed. I went to my bunkroom, opened the locker, and grabbed my small backpack. I stuffed a few things inside, mainly some clothes that needed to be laundered, then headed back to the garage.
 

As I was about to push the door to the garage open, I heard Jack say, “He can be a jerk sometimes, but he’s solid.
 
I’ve known Ethan all my life, practically since the crib. You can count on him. Always.”

Gloria said something in return, but I couldn’t hear it.
 

Jack commented, “Ethan will help you for sure. Just do as he says.”

As he says
? Yeah, like that was going to fly with her. I shook my head, imagining her flipping Jack off, and then entered the garage.
 

“There he is,” Jack announced my arrival. Okay, so she didn’t flip him off, or maybe he didn’t see it since he turned to look at me.
 

“Where are we going from Chris’s place?” Gloria asked. She didn’t look happy.
 

“I own a cabin a couple of hours drive from Portland. We’re gonna head out now,” I told her.
 

Before she could protest for whatever reason, I turned to Jack. “We will sneak out through the south door. Colton has already moved my truck.”

He clapped me on the back. “Call if anything, okay? One word and I’m there.”