He snorted. “Why not? There’s no way she would go her merry way and not call the fucking cops.”
“I’m not killing her. She didn’t do shit.”
Ezra kicked a rock on the ground, unsure of what to do. He was already pissed about being told to kill someone. This girl had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Like Samantha.
“Come on,” Ryker said. “She hasn’t seen our faces. We’ll put the bag back on her and drop her in some random area of town. She doesn’t know where we are right now or anything.”
Ezra looked at the girl again. Willow was her name. She was watching them like a hawk and shivering violently. It was freezing up in the mountains even though it was spring.
“Fine,” he said.
Ryker’s shoulders relaxed. He was right, they could just drop her. Samantha had seen their faces when they’d been roughing up Charlie. They needed to focus on getting her before she could report them. Xan never needed to know about this fuck-up.
Ezra turned to get their captive, but she wasn’t there.
“What…” he said, scanning the area.
“There!” Ryker said, pointing. Her purple coat was visible through the trees as she ran.
They took off after her. It was stupid to get distracted.
Ezra crashed through the branches blocking the path, legs pumping as he tried to catch up to her. Damn, she was a fast little thing.
“Take that way!” he shouted, pointing off to the left. He knew these woods like the back of his hand since he’d spent so much of his childhood at his uncle’s cabin. When he died, he’d left it to Ezra to do whatever he wanted with it.
His uncle never could have predicted that his nephew would use the large property and its surrounding forest to dump a body.
Sorry for being a fuck up, Uncle Rick.
Almost got her. He was so close. Ryker was coming up from the side, so he veered right, hoping she would change direction once she’d seen him.
Her head whipped to the left and she made a feral noise as she bolted off into the opposite direction.
Got you.
Willow slammed into Ezra’s chest, almost knocking him over. The scent of her hair filled his nose as he wrapped his arms around her. She smelled nice—like flowers or fruit or something.
She struggled in his grip, her ass grinding into his crotch with every twist.
Stop doing that.
Ryker approached, holding his hands out in a bid to get her to settle down. “Hey! Chill! We’re taking you back.”
She stopped fighting, her breath heavy as she processed the information.
Damn it. He hoped she couldn’t feel his hard dick pressed against her. That wouldn’t make her calmer about the whole situation. They needed to get this all done fast.
“What the fuck is going on?” she demanded. “Am I not who you were planning to murder out here?”
She winced as he readjusted his grip in an attempt to get her away from his dick. Something about hunting her down like that was hot and he wanted her to rub against him more.
You’re fucked. Don’t be a creep.
Ryker lowered his hands. “Somethin’ like that.”
Now that he was looking at her more closely, she seemed familiar. Where had he seen her? He couldn’t have fucked her before, he would remember a scar like that. Ezra had a feeling a girl like her would be hard to forget even without it though.
