“So G.R. has this rule about Escorts not fighting,” I said. “But does he have a rule about us killing each other?”
Storm made a sound on the other end of the line; it sounded like a laugh. “You want to find out the hard way?”
Maybe.
“Where are they?”
“He just pulled onto the street with the diner.”
“I’m on my way,” I said, hitting the gas and fishtailing a little on the ice. I didn’t slow down until I came to a red light and had to stop.
“Seriously, man, I know you’re pissed he would try to take out your Target, but killing Charming will only get him a new body and you recalled.”
I heard his words, but I didn’t say anything.
“Dex? Are you still there?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” This was the longest red light ever.
“He just parked. He’s right by the diner. He’s… wait, she’s just jumped out of the trunk. She’s running… You need to hurry!”
I threw the phone onto the seat next to me and pressed down on the gas, ignoring the red light.
Chapter Fifty
“Escape - To break loose from confinement; get free.”
Piper
The car didn’t go very far before it came to a complete stop. I lay there for long moments with my heart pounding out of my chest, just listening, wondering if he was coming for me. Wondering where we were and if he was just going to open the trunk and shoot me.
Am I just going to lie here and let him come for me?
No.
I wasn’t.
My hand tightened around the trunk release and I pulled it. I didn’t know where we were, but I’d rather die trying to escape than doing nothing at all. I kicked the trunk lid up and leapt out of the back, landing on the hard pavement. I hit hard, but I ignored the screaming of my muscles and bones and stood looking wildly around. We were at the diner.
But going inside wouldn’t help me because they weren’t open. They closed early every Sunday night. I’d always liked that. Until now.
“Hey!” shouted the man who kidnapped me when he climbed out of the car and saw me standing there in the street.
I took off running, my feet slipping a little in the snow and ice. But I kept running, running away from the diner and down the street toward another business.
But he caught me.
He caught my arm and spun me around, laughing and pulling me in for a hug. He was trying to make it look like we’d been playing around. That I really hadn’t been running for my life.
I felt the hard metal of the gun ram into my rib cage and I wanted to shake with defeat.
But I wouldn’t.
“Let’s go. We’re going inside,” he said into my ear and then pulled me along beside him to the entrance of the diner.
“It’s closed. The door’s locked,” I told him, hoping to fluster him for a brief second to get away again.
It didn’t work.
