“Just press the button,” Griffin says, as he hauls Rowan into the backseat. “Just hold the break down and it’ll turn on.”
“Cars have fucking buttons now? That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard,” I mutter under my breath.
Their existence makes me feel stupid, but at least one of us knew how to turn this fucking thing on.
“I can sit in the back, Rage, it’s okay, you don’t have to hold me,” Mirabelle says, her hand resting on Rage’s chest as he squeezes the two of them into the passenger’s side.
He lets out a snarl that has everyone in the car freezing.
Even without words, it’s clear the last thing the guy wants is to let her go.
“I don’t think the big guy wants to let you go, Shortcake,” I say, turning the car on.
I still feel the itch to wrap her in my arms and never let her go. At least one of us should be able to scratch it.
“Oh, well, then if you’re comfortable, I can stay here,” she says, smiling up at him.
He doesn’t return her smile, staring at her as his chest rises and falls like he’s just run a marathon.
“Keep him calm, ‘kay shortcake?” I mumble.
“Oh, okay! I can do that.”
The last thing we need is for him to lose his shit when we’re in such close quarters. And this close to freedom.
In the distance, I can hear the faint sound of police sirens.
“We’re getting the fuck out of here,” I say, flicking the headlights off and pulling out.
“Why’d you turn those off?” Mirabelle says, her voice quiet, like she’s trying to do her best to stay undetected, despite the fact we’re in a car. It’s cute.
“Just in case any police are looking out for people getting thehell out of here,” I answer, staying on the back roads of the industrial buildings, the window cracked so I can hear whether we’re getting closer or further away from everything.
“Smart,” Griffin comments from the backseat. “We’re lucky they haven’t seemed to have gotten here yet.”
“Timing seems a little too convenient, if you ask me,” I mutter, my knuckles white on the steering wheel as I start easing us towards what I hope is the main road.
“Why look a gift horse in the mouth?” Rowan says through gritted teeth. “We should find a motel or something. I’ve got around 5k of cash. That should last us a little while we figure out what the hell to do.”
“Is that from all the betting you did on the guys and their fights?” Mirabelle asks, peering past Rage’s shoulder to glance at the kid.
“Yeah, Sugar. I was hoping for a bit more, but?—“
“Why look a gift horse in the mouth!” Mirabelle interrupts.
“You’re right,” Rowan says, flashing Mirabelle a tight smile.
Damn. She’s adorable.
I’m jealous as fuck. I wish I had more of an opportunity to spend time with her. The connection between her and the beta is undeniable.
And I want that shit.
Desperately.
Soon. I’ve just gotta make sure we get the hell out of here in one piece.
Rage can handle taking care of Mirabelle now. Griffin can waste his time making sure the beta doesn’t bleed out in the back seat.
