by Laura Avery
“Cutter!” Grace pleaded.
I sprung the engine to life and climbed on.
“Cutter! You can’t! You can’t just leave me here!”
“Watch me.”
And then I did just that.
Chapter Eleven
GRACE
He had just left me there, all alone on the side of the road like I hadn’t meant shit to him. What the hell was wrong with him? And what the hell was wrong with me that I was so damn upset about it?
I had taken off into the woods after Cutter took off. I’d been convinced he would cool off and come to his senses after a few minutes but he hadn’t. What could I do? Stay there and wait for someone to drive by and see me?
I was fucked, royally fucked.
Some of the most dangerous men in the city were looking for me and I had nowhere to go and no one to help me. I wandered through the woods and trees for hours crying like a baby.
I just wanted to go home.
Why couldn’t I just go home?
I emerged on the other side of the trees, a major highway coming into view as I tripped and lost my balance, almost smashing my head into the concrete altogether. God, I was such a mess.
Cars zoomed up and down the thruway around me, not exactly an ideal place to start my new life as a fugitive but beggars couldn’t be choosers. I had to get to a payphone and call a cab or something. Find a way to get back to my car or to rent a car.
I made a mental note to not use my credit cards anytime soon.
This was going to be harder than I thought.
The wind blew my hair around my face, sending an even bigger chill up and down my body. I walked for what felt like forever, my legs felt like they were a big pile of jelly.
The second I heard the rumble of a bike pulling up behind me my heart skipped a beat. Cutter. He was back. He had come back looking for me. I didn’t even bother turning around if he thought he was just going to show up and I was going to fall over myself while I forgave him he had another thing coming.
He had been a total jerk to me.
I hadn’t deserved it.
The engine died down. “Grace.”
I kept walking, not looking back.
“Grace, are you… are you okay?” When the figure finally caught up to me he put his hands on my shoulders and stopped my freezing body in place. “What the hell happened to you?”
But when I looked up I wasn’t greeted with Cutter’s blue eyes.
Instead, a pair of green ones.
A pair of green ones I knew all too well.
“Ace.”
He put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. “I thought that was you. Grace, what the fuck are you doing out here in the middle of the night walking on the thruway wearing next to nothing? Have you gone crazy?” He turned my body around and started to guide me back to his bike.
Ace.
It was Ace.
I could trust Ace. I’d been covering for him with the cops for months.
He would help me.
I buried my head into his chest and burst into tears. “Ace,” I sobbed. “Oh, Ace. I messed up. I messed up so bad.” The tears stung my eyes like small pins. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
He rubbed my head. “There, there, it’s okay.”
I shook my head. “It’s not, it’s bad. So bad.”
He smothered his hands in my hair some more, petting me like a sick puppy that he had to take care of. I hated that I was so weak and dependent on attention but I was so cold and weak.
And as much as I hated to admit it, I was scared.
“So bad,” I mumbled again.
“I know,” he told me. “I know.”
He knew?
I pulled back from him, confused but then I felt a small prick in my neck and the next thing I knew his face was getting blurry, bobbing up and down in my vision.
My body went limp in his arms and I could feel him dragging me toward his bike. The trees were spinning all around me, coming alive and then dying again.
I heard him talking to someone faintly.
“I’ve got her, boss, on my way to you now.”
And then everything went black.
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