“Shit,” I hissed.
I watched as a low-rider vehicle eased by Lexi’s street and the guy behind the wheel of the car had his head on a swivel. I watched him intently, readying myself for action as he passed by without one look down the road. Holy fucking hell, that guy must’ve been waiting at the hospital for her.
Or, maybe they already knew where she lived.
I looked up at the front face of the apartment building her Jeep was parked in front of and memorized the number. 1810. I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I slid my bike helmet onto my head, then crept back out onto the main road that ran directly by the front office. I watched as the low-rider slipped all the way down the road. I pointed my bike directly at him, watching as he did a twenty-two-point turn to get his ridiculous car turned back around at the opposing dead end of where Lexi had parked.
And when he saw me, I revved my engine.
“Come get me, you stupid fuck,” I growled.
That was when I stepped on the gas. I charged the vehicle, revving my engine and watching as he turned on his lights, full-stop. I blazed a trail, playing chicken with the front end of his shitty-ass vehicle, and at the last second, I slipped to the left and balled up my fist.
And when I slammed it against the window of his car, I knew that got his attention.
“Motherfucker!” he roared.
I kicked up burnt rubber, whipping myself around and sped through the complex. I found a back exit that was just barely chained closed, and I said my prayers before tanking through the damned thing on my bike. The rusted chain snapped like cheap plastic and the gate flew open, allowing me access to the main road the complex sat on without dragging the man past Lexi’s parking space.
And as he careened onto the main road with me, the chase was on.
“Come get me, asshole!” I exclaimed.
I wound through traffic, making my way for the highway that stretched along the jagged, cliff-laden coastline. The smell of salted water wafted up my nostrils, focusing me more than ever before. I had to get this bastard as far away from that complex as possible. Then, I had to tell the guys that they fucking knew where she lived.
How they knew that, I had no idea.
But I now had confirmation that Lexi was no longer safe.
The further away I drove from her complex, the more relaxed I became. So, I started to have a bit of fun with the man dragging ass behind me. I tore down alleyways and cackled at how his front end kept bumping every curb, sending his back end up into the sky. I had half of a mind to pull out my gun and blow out his fucking tires, but I sure as hell didn’t want to start a shoot-out with all of these civilians out and about trying to get coffee into their systems. So, I did the next best thing.
I slipped down an alleyway that grew narrower with every inch forward.
And when I heard the sound of metal sliding against brick, a smirk crossed my face.
“You stupid fuck!” the man shrieked.
I whipped myself around, covering my body in burnt rubber smoke as I revved my engine. The man tried to back up and jam himself through the alley, but the more he did it the more he got stuck. He turned on his hydraulics, probably trying to bounce his ass free. But, when the nose of his car got caught in a downward slope, a mischievous smile crossed my face.
“Sucks to suck, my man,” I murmured.
With one last rev of my engine, I spun out my tires. The man cursed wildly over all of the noise as police sirens sounded in the distance. I soared forward, using the front end of his car as a ramp, and I launched myself into the air and over his head.
Before touching back down at the far end of the alleyway.
“Have fun with the pigs!” I exclaimed.
The man roared as sirens grew closer. People shrieked and gasped, clutching their hearts and moving out of the way as I wobbled to get myself back onto the road. And a few minutes later, the blaring sirens of the police were nothing more than background noise as I made my way back to the warehouse.
With more news than ever to report back to Stone.
Eight
Lexi
After getting my sweet girl off to school with a bunch of assholes on motorcycles off in the distance or something, I came home and crashed. I fell face-first into my bed without so much as calling Chloe like I usually did before I fell asleep, and I snored my life away until my alarm went off to go get my daughter from the bus stop. I found a note taped to my front door from my best friend with a little heart around the words “Love you, see you at seven,” and it made me smile.
I had such wonderful people in my life, and I found myself incredibly lucky to have a best friend like her.
