Oh, God. I am such a fucking idiot.
“STEVIE.” With shaky hands, I end the call.
Tears flow down my cheeks, as I stare numbly out the windshield.
Remembering why I called him, I check back on the SUV following me. It is now two cars back, but maneuvering around a car to gain on me. Needing to get off the highway, I take the next exit, and head to a public place to call my cousin.
“Call Grady,” I instruct, my voice shaky.
“Calling Grady.”
It rings and rings and I am scared that he won’t pick up.
“Please. Come on,” I rush out, franticly looking between the SUV and in front of me, making sure that I do not to crash.
If I do the crash, it gives the people following me a chance to get to me.
“Cousin, how are things?”
“Grady, I need you,” I cry.
“Fuck, where are you?”
I tell him where I am and where I am heading but he cuts me off.
“No. Go straight to Cass’s and I will meet you there. Does the car have any tags?”
“No,” I cry, “and the windows are tinted, so I can’t see inside. It is a black Toyota SUV. I am scared, Grady.”
“I know, honey. I will meet you there.”
“Okay.”
“I am going to hang up and make a call about the car. Drive safe, Stevie. Do not drive reckless; be safe.”
I nod as the call ends.
My phone rings and Logan’s name pops up on my screen. I ignore it, keeping my focus on the road. It cuts off and rings again. I cannot find it in me to answer right now.
He is breaking my heart after I gave it to him. Well, fuck him.
My hurt turns to anger and I hit the gas, needing to get away from this SUV that is chasing me. There is no reason for them to be coming for me; I have done nothing wrong to anyone.
I am not linked to anything criminal. Val’s voice floats through my head: asking Logan about sneakers, and the way she told me they had been together— a thought hits me.
“Oh, frick no,” I mutter.
Val could have sent someone after me because I fought with her. Hell, it could be any reason with her. Or someone thinks I am important to Crash, and that they could hurt me to get to him.
Well, they are sadly mistaken if they think I mean anything to Crash.
Fuck him.
My life was fucking simple before he came back into my life. I did not have this pain in my heart and I was not running for my life.
The phone rings again, and I glance at the screen, seeing Logan’s name. Slamming my hand on the ignore button, I keep driving. Coming off the highway again, I head in the direction of my aunt’s house, while constantly checking to see if the SUV is still behind me.
I turn onto a street near my old house and I notice the vehicle is no longer following me.
