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My sto fear

Oh God What have I done?

I'd been stupid for boyfriends before I'd done things I shouldn't have But I'd never done anything like this

Jax'sred-orange flames reflected off his dark irises I tried to read the emotions I saw in the hard lines on his sculpted face, but his eyes were somewhere else

Then, so, I shot a glance at Darrel's Cadillac parked in the driveway and saw the tiresup clouds of black smoke

My li inferno

Through the haze, so pierced through the crackling fire

When I realized the source, my heart raced faster

The door to Darrel's trailer

"What the fuck?" A deep voice cried out "Hey, boss, the bikes are on fire!"

I couldn't , but then an unonna get that little punk!" Darrel growled "And his bitch girlfriend, too!"

The situation hit o We'd been free to leave, wounded with our tails between our legs, but free nonetheless But now, after what I just didA series of sobering realizations bo rush: Could I drive this et us out of here? What the hell was I thinking?

My stomach coiled viciously I wanted to vomit

We ht And it's all my fault

The s ed to stop

Then I sahere the fla at the underside of the black Cadillac—Darrel's car—not far froainst metal

"Hang on!" I cried to Jax frantically "I' us out of here!"

Jax ine growled in response, sending the bike speeding along the asphalt We shifted precariously fro the bike off-balance Heart pounding against od it was the way out

Behind us, the Reapers shouted to one another

"Get a fucking hose!" one bellowed

"Our goddamn bikes!" another shouted

As I turned the next corner, their voices began to fade A feeling of thankfulness slipped intothe fear and anxiety that had lodged there

We were out We were going to make it

Suddenly, the ground shook beneath us