The fire roars as the body rolls inside.
He snorts, closing the gap between us. “Oreos aren’t gooey. Have you even eaten one in your whole damn life?”
“I might after today.” I open my jaws and bite down on my own teeth. “Chomp, chomp, fucker.”
He grinds his teeth just as badly as I am, just as unwilling to back down from the impending fight. But when his tongue darts out to lick his lips, I lose focus and slip on the mud.
Right into his fucking arms.
“Watch it,” I growl, shoving him away.
“Watch yourself. You fell into me,” he rebukes, swatting the wet droplets off his chiseled body. “You got me all wet now.”
My eyes home in on the one droplet rolling down to his V-line, and I smash my hand into my face and turn around. “Let’s just get the fuck out of here before anyone sees us.”
I march toward the little hut, and the window slides open. “I see you’re back again,” Otto says.
I slide a whole damn wad of cash his way, much more than the usual cost. “Don’t tell my family, please. I don’t want more problems.”
He makes a lock-and-key gesture near his mouth as he takes the money and puts it in his little box.
“Thanks,” I say.
I walk back to my car with Orion, who opens the door, while I shut the trunk.
As I turn, a big, bright light filters through the rain as it beams down on my face, and I freeze immediately.
The person in the full black bodysuit on the motorcycle that’s revving up ahead has all the hairs on the back of my neck standing up as it closes in on me.
Sunny.
“Oh fuck,” Orion mutters.
And I scream, “RUN!”
CHAPTER 20
Sunny
I takeoff my helmet and place it on the bike, because I’m not going to sully my precious gear for this, and I roll my eyes as Xavier bolts off at the sight of me.
I fucking knew these guys were up to no good the second that voice blasted over Foley’s phone about one of his cops at Spine Ridge University getting snatched.
I immediately go for the chase as he darts off toward the many broken-down cars stacked up in the back of this dump. He’s squealing like a little fawn being chased by a cheetah, and I quite like the thrill. It’s not often I get to play the predator to such willing prey.
But the moment he makes a wrong turn, I pull out a knife and throw it at his face.
He shrieks as it lands in the distorted metal of the car behind him, shaving off a piece of his hair near his ear.
“Where are you going, Xavier?”
He runs off again, while I casually pluck my knife out of the metal and tuck it back where it belongs. As he bolts through another set of cars, I pull out my gun and aim for the tires in front of me.
BANG!
The air blasts out through the hole in the rubber and knocks him off his feet. Groaning, he scratches at the muddied ground while trying to crawl away from me.
“I thought you learned your lesson by now …” I muse as I sashay toward him, completely unbothered by this scene he made. “There’s no running away from me.”
