Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Jordyn, I’d rather the cops not breach the door with a battering ram. JUMP!” His gritted tone didn’t leave room for complaints.
I leaped. The sensation of my free fall evoked memories of a challenge I saw online during my early twenties while I was exploring the concept of true love. Apparently, this was it.
Love was trust. And trust was me jumping over ten feet to my—
Jamie caught me in his arms, his nose brushed against mine, breath a fraction away.
We turned, ducked, and lowered from the cement walkway that overlooked the ocean, taking turns holding Rebel. As we ran down a slope toward the backpacks farther on the shore, he pulled out his phone.
Another question was on my lips. “Jamie, this is hardly the time for a phone ca—”
He pressed a button.
An explosion rocked the night behind us.
Oh? That was why he wanted me to hurry up before the police breached the door. So that Aleksandr’s actions and my presence here didn’t kill innocent officers just trying to do their jobs.
Jamie placed one backpack under his arm and reached down for the other one. “I’m so glad you like to run.”
Days had passed since Jamie made odd statements out of the blue. He really was a peculiar person. But then I realized, how else would we get off this beach? My breath fogged out in the cold as I reached for my backpack. “Oh, crap. How far do we gotta run?”
He didn’t let go. “Not too far. I promise. Best I hold on to this.”
“No. Rebel needs you.” I looped the backpack over my shoulders.
A little over a mile away, we’d passed the same street where that man tried to accost me. My footfalls stalled.
“You need a moment?” Jamie asked.
I shook my head. Ran harder. As we ran, he glanced over his shoulder. Few cars drove by at this time of night. Christmas lights strung along storefronts and stoplights made it less eerie. We came upon luxury apartments. Jamie approached the gate and punched in a code.
“You have another place this close?”
He laughed.
Laughed at me.
“Don’t you dare, Jamie. You’re the weird one,” I shot back. “Who has two homes located near each other?”
Another chuckle. We entered the building and got into an elevator. He pressed a button for the basement.
“I wanted to give you a pretty life, Jordyn. A life you were accustomed to.”
“Apparently, that life has to be in Santa Barbara.” He didn’t laugh at that.
“Listen,” he commanded as the elevator jerked into action. “It’s gonna get rough for a while. Y’know, like it’s dark outside now. However, JorJor, the light always outshines the darkness. Nothing can overcome the light. Just remember that.”
“Sure.” Jamie must’ve forgotten the darkness that clung to us in captivity at such a young age. Darkness so consuming you could taste it, and it roiled your gut. But I didn’t understand what he was getting at, so I silently followed him through the apartment’s subterranean parking structure. Jamie stopped at a Jeep truck, pulled out his keys, and opened the back door. He tossed in the backpacks, then carefully picked up Rebel to put her inside the car. “The other ride was a rental. This is my baby.”
“You say that like your Jeep has a name.”
“Jeep Gladiator, and yes, she does. Bluey.”
I smirked as he opened the passenger door for me.
Jamie got in the car, using his phone again. After a few minutes, he put the phone down and sat there. Fingers raked through his hair. “I don’t know how they found us.”
“It was Aleksandr. This is all”—I bit my wobbly lip—“my fault. I’m so sorry about your house. You said something about an LLC. Does that mean you owned it?”
“Yep.”
“Sorr—”
Jamie cut me off. “I knew the consequences of taking you from Aleksandr Chelomey, Jordyn.”
No JorJor? The nickname had grown on me. While it didn’t have the same ring of Pookie, Boobie, Fatts, or other popular handles in the Black community, it was personal.
“My money, except for that”—he pointed his thumb to the backseat—“is wrapped in an LLC. I prefer my privacy.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m assuming the identity of Jamie Mack at the moment. My military days were also under this alias.”
Though I still didn’t understand, Jamie trudged on. “The police probably got a call from neighbors. I just erased the digital footprint of my LLC.” He tapped his phone. “Now that I’ve offloaded that online trail, the Santa Barbara PD can’t return to their police post and pry into who owns the LLC anymore. But I can’t confirm how it got compromised. Unless that’s not how they found us.”
“Is there another way he could’ve found us?”
“Possibly.” With a hand, he forked his hair away from his face and fixed me with an intense stare. “Did you call anyone since arriving?” He shook his head and muttered, and the look that reminded me of a scalpel dissecting a body vanished. “That was dumb of me to ask, especially after so long together. You might have friends. I should have discussed outside communication with you. Of course you can have your friends; it’s just that I would need to vet them first and make sure they didn’t tell Chelomey.”