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Again, it was beyond fucking annoying.
Jace turned me in his arms, and under the full moon and stars, he expressed, “I can’t take my eyes off you,” before he kissed me.
The good and the bad.
His heaven and hell.
Pleasure and pain.
It all blended together now.
The villain was no longer present, he’d been replaced by my hero, simply adding to all my conflicting emotions wreaking havoc all around me. I’d awakened the sleeping beast, and he’d finally come out to play.
In a sick and twisted way, I wanted this.
His control.
His hands.
His body.
I craved every last part of him.
Jace kissed my lips with so much urgency that I could have come from that alone. When his tongue touched mine, I inadvertently moaned.
This was happening.
Jace had become my make-believe happily ever after, and I was helpless not to fall for his deviousness.
By the time we left the restaurant that turned into a nightclub after ten, it was almost midnight. Jace parked the Audi sports car he rented for the day in the lot farther away from the establishment because we couldn’t find parking. The lot where he did find a spot was also packed, but now it was completely empty.
Leading me to the car, Jace opened the passenger door, and I stepped inside. Once he was in the driver’s seat, it all happened in a flash. Although it still felt like it played out in slow motion for what felt like the hundredth time in just a couple of days.
Jace revved the engine hard and fast as bullets started lacing the back of our car, shattering the rear windshield. In seconds, my adrenaline pumped wildly through my veins as it purred to life. I felt every fight-or-flight response known to man in a short amount of time.
“Oh my God!” I screamed.
Jace roared, “Put your head down and hang on!”
Quickly shifting the gear into second, he tore through the streets before shifting into third as bullets continued to ring out behind us.
Fifty miles per hour.
Sixty.
Seventy-five.
He gunned it down the road, kicking up dirt in our wake. I watched in astonishment as he downshifted to first, fishtailing out onto another open road where he nearly caused a collision with a dumpster truck. The only sounds that could be heard were the squealing tires of everyone’s vehicles and shots being fired, shattering more windows and metal on our car.
Jace returned fire, blowing out the tires of one of the cars chasing us.
“Fuck, Cove! I’m out of ammo! There’s more under the seat! I need you to get it for me!”
More bullets bounced off our sportscar while I reached for the bag in the back seat, pulling out two guns. The rush surging through my veins controlled my actions as my hands shook uncontrollably, but I acted on pure impulse and quickly grabbed the wheel.
“Cove, what are you—”
“You need to focus! I can do this!”
He reluctantly nodded before several shots were fired through the air.
More bullets pinged off the metal.
More glass shattered all around us.
More.
More.
More.
Driving as best as I could, I moved on pure fear. Staying low, Jace shot out the window while ducking from the breaking glass.
“How many cars?” I shouted through the chaos, hearing one of the cars spinning out of control.
“Three!”
“Are we going to—”
“Fuck this shit!”
I watched in horror as Jace leaned out the window, shooting in all directions to take out their windshields.
“Now we’re down to two,” he announced, sitting back in the driver’s seat.
While Jace reloaded, I weaved in and out of the streets. Thank God there weren’t any cars out other than us. I would have felt horrible if someone else was hurt.
How did Jace do this? Is this why he was so unbelievably broken?
My gaze zeroed in when I saw the scene unfolding in front of us. All the air in my lungs halted as my intense glare focused on the road signs indicating it was closed.
“Jace…”
Before I could finish my warning, he downshifted at the last second, jerking the wheel out of my hands to make a sharp right turn. Our car slid, missing the road signs, but the car behind us wasn’t so lucky and crashed into it.
The next string of bullets rang out, missing my head by mere inches. However, Jace’s shoulder was hit. He didn’t even blink; he was unfazed by the bullet that grazed his skin.
He over-revved the engine, shifting into fourth gear. Our endorphins skyrocketed, bringing me to my fucking breaking point. It took over every inch of my body.
“Jace, you’ve been hit!” I exclaimed, thinking he didn’t feel it.
It wasn’t until he yanked up the emergency brake and slammed his foot on the brake that I understood where his mind was at. He simultaneously jerked the wheel to the left, causing my petite frame to be tossed toward the passenger side door as our car spun out in a one-eighty.
