Bogs almost laughed. He stepped back a few feet and ran toward the fence jumping up to grasp the top, and pulled himself up and over effortlessly.
“Wow,” she gasped.
He smiled down at her. This was a good way to thank him. Impressing her was doing a number on his ego.
“I impress ya, pretty girl?” He was teasing her and didn’t expect a response, which made her head nod all the sweeter. “Let’s go.” This time she reached out and took his hand without any prompting.
Now, it was time to sort this shit out.
Chapter Five
Silence.
From the second Bogs opened the door to the black SUV and ushered her into the backseat, there was nothing but quiet. Not one word. He had barely closed the door when the car took off.
It gave her the time to think, which may not have been the best thing. Her mind was going in a hundred different directions of worry, panic, and fear. How she hadn’t had a panic attack or at least puked was beyond her. She kept her head trained forward peering out the windshield. There was a backpack on the seat behind the driver, leaving the middle section her only option when she got into the truck.
Bogs sat next to her. Close. Their outer thighs pressed together. The little contact was the only thing that saved her from completely freaking out. She may not know him or trust him, but the way he calmed her in the park said something about him. He wasn’t going to hurt her. At least that was what she was banking on.
They got on the highway and she silently prayed they were heading back to drop her off. Hopefully, Taylor had made it out of there and didn’t go back to her apartment. Itwould be the first place Dante would look. Kenzie needed to talk to her, set up a place where they could meet. They were done with these dumbass schemes. The next call she’d make after Taylor would be to Trent. They’d work something out.
She angled her hips up and reached for her phone in her back pocket. Bogs turned his head and she was aware he was watching her. She patted her empty pocket. She always kept it on her left side. She shifted her hand across her butt. Empty. Her shoulders sagged against the back of the seat and she looked over at Bogs.
“I lost my phone.” It wasn’t a whisper but she kept her voice low.
“That sucks.”
It did suck. He didn’t seem too concerned. She licked her lips and watched his eyes immediately draw down to her mouth.
“Can I use yours?”
He cocked an eyebrow but she had the impression he knew why she wanted it.
“I wanna call Taylor, make sure she’s okay.”
He smiled and winked at her. Even in a fucked-up situation, where she was running for her life with God knew who chasing after her, his smile made her heart race a little. She wasn’t usually the type to chase a guy, but in another situation, she would definitely pursue Bogs.
“No.”
She blinked and swiveled in the seat.
“Why not?”
The loud thud from the front seat had her jerking her head to the driver. His hand slammed down on the dashboard. With the snapping sound it made, she wouldn’t be surprised if he cracked it. She met his stare in the rearview mirror. An angry, dark glare trained directly on her.
“Shut the fuck up!” It wasn’t a shout or a scream. It was athreat. She clamped her lips together, slowly sitting back against the seat, and looked down at her knees. She gripped her caps and hissed in pain. With all her spike of adrenaline gone, the throbbing pain from her fall in the club came back with vengeance. She pressed her lips together. The last thing she wanted was to piss off T more.
“You alright?” Bogs asked, but she didn’t bother looking at him. She nodded and focused on wishing away the aching pain. She wouldn’t be surprised if they were bruised for weeks. His hand came in sight and he rubbed her knee softly. It was meant to be soft but the friction of her jeans against her sensitive skin made it feel like a vice grip.
She yelped, pulling his hand away but not releasing it. Tears welled in her eyes. How had she not felt the pain before when she was running? From what she could see in the dark cab of the truck, there wasn’t any blood seeping through her pants but it felt raw.
“What happened?” Bogs asked.
“She fell.” The voice from the passenger seat in the front was angry. Stone. She hadn’t thought too much about who was sitting up front in the SUV. She felt somewhat safe with Bogs. It hadn’t occurred to her she’d come face to face with Stone.
“When?”
Stone turned around and glared at her. His brows strained together, the lines between them deeply imbedded. He was furious and looked like he wanted to strangle her. She couldn’t blame him. She probably wasn’t the only one in pain in the truck.
