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I need a distraction. I need something that will draw the attention away from me so I can make an escape. Once I’m out of the club, I’ll make a plan. I only need to stay out of sight until Doc makes it to Boston, and then we can come up with a new plan. Together.
A girl I vaguely recognize from my nights out catches my eye, and she gives me a little wave before she continues dancing with her friends, throwing her dark blonde hair back and falling into the music the way I would have just a few months ago.
I close the distance between us, my heart beating erratically in my chest to the point of pain. If she won’t help me, I’m fucked, and I’ll be forced to go through with the original plan. As it is, I’ve taken too long to wade through the throes of people, and the Hayes brothers will be getting suspicious.
“Are you okay?” she shouts over the music.
I shake my head, my bottom lip wobbling as I allow the emotions that are coursing through me to rise to the surface. “No, I’m in danger. I need help.”
She flashes a glance around the dance floor, looking for whatever threat may be lurking among the drunk idiots. “What can I do?”
I breathe a sigh of relief. This is what I would have done if the roles were reversed. I wouldn’t have bothered asking questions because that’s a waste of time. If a woman asks you for help, you help them. It’s part of girl code or some shit. “I need a distraction so I can sneak out.”
She grips my shoulders and gives me a comforting smile. “I’ve got you, girl.”
And then she’s moving toward the other side of the floor, shoving her way through until there’s enough distance between us.
A loud scream fills the club, somehow louder than the thumping bass, and I take my chance to get the fuck out of there.
I don’t hesitate as I move toward the exit, praying the distraction the stranger has caused will be enough for me to slip out the entrance without anyone noticing until it’s too late.
My heels click across the tiled floor, and I don’t dare look over my shoulder. Between the black dress and my raven hair, I’m hoping I’ll blend in as I make my escape.
The cold Boston air hits my face as I approach the exit, and the second I hit the street, I let out a sigh of relief.
It worked.
I’m out.
I turn around and start walking away from the club, ignoring the stares of drunk people smoking against the walls of the buildings on either side of the nightclub.
Each step I take away from them, it’s a little easier to breathe, until I finally turn the corner and I’m out of sight.
I slip my heels from my feet and break out into a sprint, ignoring the pain of my bare feet hitting the rough pavement. Nothing matters but getting away.
I run and I run, taking the streets I know like the back of my hand, but I don’t really have any place to go. Anywhere I would normally run to will be the first place they’ll look for me, and I can’t risk that.
Do I make my way back to the airfield assuming that’s where Doc will fly into?
It’s the middle of the night, so my options are pretty limited, but there has to be somewhere I’ll be safe, even for a little while.
All I can hear is the sound of my own heart beating so hard I start to wonder if it’s possible for it to leap right from my chest, and my feet slapping against the quiet street.
I chance my first glance over my shoulder and allow myself to slow down when I see no one following me.
But when I turn back the way I’m walking, I all but slam into a hard body, and before I have the chance to look up, a sharp prick in my neck tells me everything I need to know.
Running was pointless.
My fate was sealed before I ever stepped back into Boston.
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
DOC
“When did you start driving like a fucking grandmother?” I snap at Rayne from the back seat of the SUV that met us at the airfield.
“Since my wife is pregnant and I don’t want her to raise our kid alone,” he retorts, not bothering to glance back at me.
