She doesn’t answer. Just keeps glaring.
I step closer. She doesn’t back up.
“You’ve got guts, Lexi. I’ll give you that.”
“You scared the shit out of me.”
“Good. You should be scared.” I tilt my head. “Because any girl who steals a drug dealer’s car and drives it straight into Reaper territory is either insane… or brilliant. I haven’t decided which yet.”
Her expression softens.
“Come on,” I say, jerking my head toward the mansion in the distance. “Let’s get you somewhere safe before your boyfriend catches up.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Right.”
I turn and walk back to the sedan. Atticus is already waiting, engine idling.
Behind me, I hear her get back into the Charger.
And I can’t stop grinning.
This is going to be fun.
24
Lexi
My fingers ache from gripping the wheel. My pulse hasn’t slowed. If anything, it’s getting worse—faster, harder, like my heart is trying to break through my ribs.
I just stole the devil’s car and met his replacement.
In the rearview mirror, the black sedan sits calm now. Headlights steady. No more aggressive chasing.
I’m scared.
I hate admitting it, even to myself. But I am. Terrified, actually.
What the hell did Jasper drag me into? I stare at the rearview mirror, terrified about what these guys are going to do to me. But I trust Jasper with my life, and he wouldn’t screw me over like this.
My phone sits in the passenger seat, screen dark. No messages. No calls. Just silence.
I could floor it. Drive until I run out of gas. But then Koa would find me. The reason I called Jasper in the first place was to just take it one step at a time. I want protection, and apparently, Jasper sending me to his friend of a friend is going to solve my problem.
But then what?
And what about Axel?
Fuck, I’ve found myself in a hell hole right now. And I wouldn’t doubt that Koa is pulling Axel out of rehab as I drive.
I look in the rearview mirror again, feeling eyes on me. Revan, in the passenger seat, is staring at him. His words echo in my head.”If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.”
I take a shaky breath and keep driving.
We drive for another fifteen minutes before the landscape changes.
Trees close in on both sides, dense and dark. The road narrows. Then we crest a hill, and I see the destination. A beautiful mansion. Gothic. Massive. Half-hidden behind iron gates and security lights that flicker like dying fireflies. It looks like something out of a horror movie—the kind where people go in and don’t come out.
