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My eyes well with tears, he’s so sweet. I know that what happened between him and Sarah wasn’t enti
rely his fault. I mean the man was kissing someone hours after Sarah left his bed but the other stuff that was Carina’s fault. “Sarah’s one of my best friends.” My breath hitches at the words. God, Lacey. I still haven’t come to terms with her death, I do everything in my power to bury those memories deep down. It doesn’t work though. Every time I close my eyes, all I hear is those gunshots, the gurgling sound she made as she took her last breath. I honestly believe that her death is going to haunt me forever and I hope it does, it’ll be a reminder of how evil this life is, how one moment can change your life.
“Mia…” he says softly, his southern drawl so thick.
“I’m okay.” I lie, it’s better than the alternative, breaking down and crying. I’ve shed enough tears over a monster, he doesn’t deserve anymore.
“You’re not, but you will be.” He winks at me, how is it that he’s so calm? We’re in the middle of a car chase and he’s acting as if we’re going on a leisurely road trip. “Do you blame Hudson for what happened to you and Lacey?”
I gasp, the thought had never crossed my mind. I don’t blame him and I never would, he is not responsible for what happened. Just as I’m about to answer him, the car beside us tries to cut us off, thankfully Jagger is quick on the brake and maneuvers us into the next lane.
“Hang tight, Mia, things are about to get fun.” The smile on his face can only be described as mischievous.
My heart is in my throat right now as the car speeds up, “Jagger, what are you going to do?” My eyes are glued to the car on my right, what the hell is he planning to do?
“Down, Mia.” Jagger yells, his hand going to the back of my head. He jars my head forward and I keep it there.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I hug my legs, fear coursing through my veins. “Jagger?” My entire body shaking, I have no idea what’s going on.
Glass smashes and I squeal as it rains down around me. “Mia, it’s okay,” he tells me, his voice tight and I’m seriously beginning to hate those two words. It’s all everyone ever says and yet, they’re not true. Nothing is okay, nothing about this situation is okay.
“What the hell happened?” I ask, my voice calm while inside I’m screaming.
“They shot the windows in, keep your head down. The cavalry is coming.”
Hope blooms inside. “They’re here?”
“Yes, they’re behind us, they’ve taken out two of the six cars and are working their way up to us. This will all be over soon.” He promises me and again, another lie.
“We have no idea who’s doing this Jag, so no it won’t be over soon.” I can’t keep the anger and pain out of my voice. I’m not going to be safe, Hudson’s not going to be safe until we figure out who this monster is. Once we do, we can finally start trying to move on, if that’s even a possibility.
“That’s not for you to worry about,” he says through clenched teeth and I bite back my response.
He isn’t the person I should be having this conversation with, Hudson is and he’s in for a shock if he thinks I’ll be left out of knowing everything that’s going on. This isn’t just affecting him, this has affected me in ways that I may never recover from.
My body jolts as the car swerves. Lifting my head, my mouth parts slightly as I get a look at the man in the car beside us. That birthmark on his neck, it’s so prominent, like its taunting me. “Jagger,” I whisper, as my fear creeps up through my throat. Tears well in my eyes as I stare at the man in the car. “He was the man that kept us in that basement. He works for the man that killed Lacey.” For the man that raped me. It’s what’s running through my mind, if he’s here that means so is the man that did those things.
Jagger’s head turns to me, I watch as his eyes narrow as he takes me in before turning back to face the man that helped keep me a prisoner. “We’ll make sure that he doesn’t get away.” It’s a rumble, I’ve never heard him so angry before. “Do you have your seatbelt on?”
That’s something he should have asked me earlier. I always have my seatbelt on. I glare at him, “Of course, what are you going to do?”
He doesn’t answer me. His knuckles turn white as his grip on the steering wheel tightens, once again the car starts to speed up, glancing at the speedometer on the dash, I watch as the pointer rises, we’re almost at 120 and it’s rising still. Dread sets in the pit of my stomach as Jagger jaw clenches, his jawline become more pronounced as he does. His eyes narrowing as he focuses on the road, it’s a look of a man that’s got a plan, and I’m not sure I’m going to like it. The accomplice doesn’t take long to be side by side with us again, a sinister smile forms on Jagger’s face and that just makes me want to cry. I hate not knowing what’s going to happen.
Jagger twists the steering wheel to the right, my body is thrown forward as we collide with the car beside us. My head connects with the dash in front of me and I cry out in pain. The car swerves once again, this time to right itself before Jagger slams on the brakes. The tires squeal under the pressure as the car careens forward before coming to a stop. Jag doesn’t hesitate, he’s out of the car, his gun in hand as he moves towards the other car. I’m sitting here, disconnected from everything around me, just watching Jagger. I don’t feel anything, the pain, the fear, the dread are all gone and I’m numb.
The door opens, but I don’t turn to see who’s there, my gaze is still focused on Jagger as he drags the man out of the car.
“Mia.” That deep gravelly voice penetrates through my haze, “Princess?”
“It’s him.” I whisper as the man stands, the sun shining down on him, highlighting his every feature. Each feature that I memorized every day, every night as he bought us bread and water.
“Who, Princess?”
“He’s the man that would feed us while in the basement.” I’m fixated on him, relief washing through me as Jagger guides him away towards a waiting vehicle. They have him, which means that they’ll be able to find out who is behind all of this.
Hudson’s breath is hot against my face as he reaches for my seatbelt. “Princess, we’re going home and we’re going to talk,” he tells me, his voice soft but there’s an edge of something to it, but I can’t figure out what it is.
He lifts me out of the car and I put my hands around his neck, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible. He doesn’t frighten me, it’s the exact opposite, touching him is like my safety blanket. “Did he hurt you?”
