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My lips curl up as I hold out my hand, signaling Atlas to hang back. He drives the bike back onto the road while I keep my eyes on Jenkins.

A block and a half up, the Titan lunges into a black Range Rover. The brake lights flash and then he peels out of the parking spot, blowing through the stop sign.

I point right, letting Atlas know which way to go. Once on the side street, I open the throttle.

The little Titan can run all he wants. We know where he’s going.

And we’ll be waiting.

Chapter 8

Cody

The tires screech as I whip the Range Rover into the first open spot outside of Young Hall. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel my pulse in my throat, behind my eyes, in my goddamn teeth. I jam my finger into the button to turn off the engine.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

That was them.

I lean forward, rest my head on the steering wheel, and close my eyes. I need to calm down before I pass out. “Why the hell were they at the harbor? What do they want with me?”

The back of my neck prickles.

Just need to get inside, then this nightmare is over because there's no way those two psychos are following me onto a college campus.

Unless they go here.

Would explain why they were in town and how they found me.

Sitting up, I drag in a deep breath and wipe my sweaty palms on my chinos. Some of my teammates should be home. I’ll be fine.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I jerk my head to the passenger window and all the air rushes from my lungs. “Son of a bitch.”

One of the motorcycle guys leans over the passenger side, his forearms braced along the top of the Range Rover. The other one stands behind him. He taps the window again and waves.

He fucking waves.

I shove the driver’s side door open to bolt, but the seatbelt cinches across my chest, stopping me. “Come on!”

I fumble for the buckle, miss it once, then jam my thumb down. The latch clicks, and I’m out and running.

Young Hall is right there. I can make it. These assholes are done. Knight and Novotny will help. They will beat the ever-loving shit out of them the same way they did to those lacrosse losers last year.

Doyle would have my back too. Except he’s still at Castaways.

“You are sooo predictable. Everyone runs for the dorms. Every time. I was really hoping you'd be more creative.”

“Like I give a shit what a psychopath thinks!” I pump my legs harder. The entrance is only twenty feet away.

“Don’t think so.” The bigger one cuts in from the side.

Shit.

I’m not going to make it. So, I dart left.

“Oh, hell yeah. Give us a tour of this richy-rich campus.”