He pulls up to the curb. “Hurry back,” he instructs as I jump out of the car.
It must be a busy traveling day or something because the bathroom is jammed and I have to wait. When a stall finally opens, I lock myself in it and whip out my phone. I’ve got at least ten missed calls from Dante and one text.
Dante: Don’t go with Hemi.
Shit! I knew it.
As I tap out Dante’s number, my fingers are shaking so much I almost drop the phone in the toilet.
“Karina!” he shouts. “Where are you, baby girl? Are you okay?”
“We’re at the San Silas rest stop.”
Someone bangs on the stall door. “Hurry up. There’s people waitin’.”
“Fuck. Dante, hold on.” Holding my phone at my side, I step out. A mom with two kids gives me a bitchy look, but I ignore her and walk into the food court. Even above the noise of the rest stop, I hear Dante’s voice yelling from my phone. Huddling facing the wall, out of the way of traffic, I put the phone up to my ear.
“Sorry, Dante. I needed to—”
“Karina. Stay where you are. Luck and I are on our way.”
“Okay—”
Something hard presses into my back. Warm breath skates over my ear and down my neck. “Thought you forgot your phone, sprite?” Logan whispers. “Don’t fuckin’ move.”
“Karina? What’s wrong, baby girl?”
Logan slips my phone out of my hand and ends the callwithout a word. My phone disappears into his pocket. “Move,” he growls in my ear. “Signal anyone and I’ll shoot you.”
“Logan,” I plead. “Why are you doing this?”
“Start walking, Karina. I’m not fucking around.”
He slips an arm around my waist, and I guess to any casual observer we must look like a young couple in love. Although, if anyone bothered to look closely at my face, it would be obvious that’s not true.
When we get to the car, he presses me up against the driver’s side door. “You’re driving. Don’t pull any stunts.”
I’m too scared to come up with any sort of plan that doesn’t involve crashing—which I’d rather avoid—or getting shot.
So I drive.
I steer us back onto Interstate 10. “Where are we going?”
“Just keep driving.”
After a couple miles, he breaks the silence. “What did you say to Dante?”
“I told him where we were.”
His fist slams into the door. “Fuck! This is bad. He’ll fuckin’ kill me.”
“Well then maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped me.”
He’s silent, so I risk glancing over. His eyes are fixed on me and it freaks me out.
“Why did you have to come there?”
“Where?”
