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get why girls twist themselves into knots like that. It's not her fault Ricky and I have a past.
"You didn't get me into anything," I tell her.
"But you said you'd help—"
"Yeah," I say. "I will deal with him. It's my choice. No one orders me around, you included. You couldn't make me do anything I don't choose."
She doesn't argue with that, but I see she's still unhappy.
The Jeep misses us so narrowly I have to look back to see if it was really there. It's there. It had to swerve not to crash into a wall after it missed us, but now it's back on our tail.
Raina is looking too, her nails clawing into the seats.
"Not trying to kill me, huh?" she asks, her voice shaking. "Is he insane?"
"If he wanted you dead, you'd be dead," I snarl at her, pushing the car to its limit and cutting through the other lines to escape the black Jeep on our tail. "I told you, it's me they want to kill. It would have hit my side of the car. It's avoiding yours. Ricky wouldn't risk his child. I asked you before if there was anything else you needed to tell me. Want to explain why being pregnant with that prick's baby slipped your mind?"
Raina's mouth drops open as she searches for words, but I see red in front of my eyes. That bastard has taken something that's mine and nearly ruined it. I can't even look at her without thinking of them together.
I zigzag between the cars, trying to ditch the Jeep. Seems the driver of that car isn't a rookie either. Stubbornly, very much like Ricky, it keeps coming. I've stopped going toward my place. It would be stupid to make it that easy for them.
I need to get Raina out of this car and into safety. There will be more guns, and in a shootout, you can't ever guarantee someone's safety. I have to drop her off.
"You need to get out," I tell her.
"No," she protests at once.
"Don't argue and do as I fucking say. I'll find a moment when the Jeep doesn't see us and drop you off. Hopefully they won't notice until it's too late. Then you make for my apartment. The keys are in the glove compartment, the address is on them. Go in, barricade the door and don't let anyone in but me. Only me , Raina."
She hesitates, her eyes filled with obvious fear. It's plain to see she doesn't want to go. For all her talk, she doesn't want to leave my side. Like before, it sends a pleasant thrill down my spine, but then the image of Ricky returns again.
I'll get rid of these guys and we can hide out at my place. There we'll figure out what to do.
I look at her, still looking like she's about to say something, explain. I don't want to hear it. She did what she had to do, but fuck if I don't hate it.
I break so hard Raina nearly hits her head on the windshield. She doesn't argue. Only takes her purse and my keys and gets out. I see her slamming the door shut and then remembering something, but I don't have time and neither does Raina. She has to get out of sight quickly before the Jeep notices the drop-off. I think she says something, but I don't hear her.
I think she says: "It's yours."
As Raina runs for safety, I take off again, teasing the Jeep with me. A thousand thoughts are running through my mind at once as I struggle to comprehend what I just heard.
Was that what she said? Is it possible? It could be, we certainly didn't use a fucking condom that night, but the chances of that... She needs to give me some answers, but first I have to ditch these fucks. I have to convince myself that Raina will be safe—for now—in my apartment or I'll lose my mind.
How the fuck did this happen? At first I only wanted her body, but now Raina is in my life with a tie that I'm not sure I can break. I'm not sure I want to break it.
I lead the Jeep on, drawing it as far away from my apartment and Raina as I can. Bullets start flying, only to my side of the car, as soon as we're off the main roads. None of them catches me, but Ed's car is done soon. I do another drop-off, but this time it's me that's going. I leave Ed's car in an
"You didn't get me into anything," I tell her.
"But you said you'd help—"
"Yeah," I say. "I will deal with him. It's my choice. No one orders me around, you included. You couldn't make me do anything I don't choose."
She doesn't argue with that, but I see she's still unhappy.
The Jeep misses us so narrowly I have to look back to see if it was really there. It's there. It had to swerve not to crash into a wall after it missed us, but now it's back on our tail.
Raina is looking too, her nails clawing into the seats.
"Not trying to kill me, huh?" she asks, her voice shaking. "Is he insane?"
"If he wanted you dead, you'd be dead," I snarl at her, pushing the car to its limit and cutting through the other lines to escape the black Jeep on our tail. "I told you, it's me they want to kill. It would have hit my side of the car. It's avoiding yours. Ricky wouldn't risk his child. I asked you before if there was anything else you needed to tell me. Want to explain why being pregnant with that prick's baby slipped your mind?"
Raina's mouth drops open as she searches for words, but I see red in front of my eyes. That bastard has taken something that's mine and nearly ruined it. I can't even look at her without thinking of them together.
I zigzag between the cars, trying to ditch the Jeep. Seems the driver of that car isn't a rookie either. Stubbornly, very much like Ricky, it keeps coming. I've stopped going toward my place. It would be stupid to make it that easy for them.
I need to get Raina out of this car and into safety. There will be more guns, and in a shootout, you can't ever guarantee someone's safety. I have to drop her off.
"You need to get out," I tell her.
"No," she protests at once.
"Don't argue and do as I fucking say. I'll find a moment when the Jeep doesn't see us and drop you off. Hopefully they won't notice until it's too late. Then you make for my apartment. The keys are in the glove compartment, the address is on them. Go in, barricade the door and don't let anyone in but me. Only me , Raina."
She hesitates, her eyes filled with obvious fear. It's plain to see she doesn't want to go. For all her talk, she doesn't want to leave my side. Like before, it sends a pleasant thrill down my spine, but then the image of Ricky returns again.
I'll get rid of these guys and we can hide out at my place. There we'll figure out what to do.
I look at her, still looking like she's about to say something, explain. I don't want to hear it. She did what she had to do, but fuck if I don't hate it.
I break so hard Raina nearly hits her head on the windshield. She doesn't argue. Only takes her purse and my keys and gets out. I see her slamming the door shut and then remembering something, but I don't have time and neither does Raina. She has to get out of sight quickly before the Jeep notices the drop-off. I think she says something, but I don't hear her.
I think she says: "It's yours."
As Raina runs for safety, I take off again, teasing the Jeep with me. A thousand thoughts are running through my mind at once as I struggle to comprehend what I just heard.
Was that what she said? Is it possible? It could be, we certainly didn't use a fucking condom that night, but the chances of that... She needs to give me some answers, but first I have to ditch these fucks. I have to convince myself that Raina will be safe—for now—in my apartment or I'll lose my mind.
How the fuck did this happen? At first I only wanted her body, but now Raina is in my life with a tie that I'm not sure I can break. I'm not sure I want to break it.
I lead the Jeep on, drawing it as far away from my apartment and Raina as I can. Bullets start flying, only to my side of the car, as soon as we're off the main roads. None of them catches me, but Ed's car is done soon. I do another drop-off, but this time it's me that's going. I leave Ed's car in an
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