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She bites at her bottom lip, a nervous gesture.

“I’ll have someone check on him, if it’ll make you feel better,” I offer, and she gives me a grateful smile.

“It would make me feel better.”

“Consider it done,” I tell her, and then someone pulls out onto the road behind us. I don’t think much of it at first, but when I take the next exit, they take it, too. I frown.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “But I need you to get down.”

“What do you mean, get down?” she asks, staring at me blankly, and I grab the back of her head and push her down into my lap.

“Someone’s tailing us,” I hiss. “So, stay down.”

Aurora makes a squeak of surprise but stays down.

I look in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, bullets ring out, one shattering the back glass.

“Fuck!” I swing the car sideways, right in front of an ongoing semi. If this asshole wants to play chicken, we’ll play chicken.

The semi begins to lay down on the horn and I speed up, getting so close that my heart is pounding in my ears and I can see the pale, scared look on the trucker’s face before I yank the steering wheel to the right, going back into the lane. I look back behind me and the other car, an old Ford, has gone off road. They’re still trying to catch up. Aurora’s still down, head on my lap, shattered glass in her hair, but I’m only focused on one thing – getting us out of this alive.

I swerve off-road and drive through some farmland to get back on the main road, close to downtown. I weave in and out of traffic, running red lights until I finally make it to the nearest parking garage that Dante owns.

I swing the car inside and Aurora is hyperventilating again, so I tug her up gently when we park.

“It’s all right. We’re all right,” I tell her, breathing hard myself.

“What do we do?” she asks, panicked, shaking the glass out of her hair. I pick a few pieces out, being careful not to cut her face.

“We’re going to steal a car,” I say firmly, and get out. She follows me after a dazed moment as I hotwire an old pickup truck and then switch the plates with another car’s.

Aurora hops up in the truck and I grab the duffel bag out of my car, cursing.

I hate to leave the car behind, but I can always ask Dante to have someone pick it up and take it home for me. I have all I need. Her and the thirty grand from the safe in the duffel bag.

I’m not exactly getting paid for this job, but Dante will let me handle expenses. Though I’m stealing a car now, I know I’ll probably have to buy another one along the way, but if that’s what we need to keep her safe, so be it.

There are perks to working for your best friend.

Aurora keeps looking at me as I pull out onto the street again, and when we’re back on the highway, she’s still breathing hard.

“What?” I ask her, glancing over at her and then back at the road.

“That was...really hot,” she says in a sultry voice. “How do you feel about road head?”

I bark out a laugh. “You’re really something, principessa,” I murmur, and then lower her head into my lap for entirely different reasons.

7

AURORA

Nico’s still wearing a pair of sweats and I tug them down with one hand, freeing him. He bobs up around my mouth, already half-hard, and he groans as I put my fingers around him, circling his base.

I’m not all that experienced with sex, but I’ve given head to my ex-boyfriend about a hundred times. He had preferred it to sex, after all.

It occurs to me now that my ex was a real asshole, but I didn’t realize that at the time.

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