Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Stone just grins at me, a smugness in his eyes that makes me want to jump him right here and now. “What was that?”
“You’re impossible, you know that, right?”
His eyes seem to sparkle, and I swear, in that very moment, I fall head over heels in love with this man, but as he continues roaring through the streets, it becomes more than clear that this isn’t the time to dwell on the fact that I’m falling for a convicted murderer who’s more than likely going to end up back behind bars.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The sirens continue wailing through the city, trying to find alternate routes to cut us off, but Stone is too fast, and he claims these streets like a goddamn king, knowing them better than he seems to know every facet of my past.
He flies out the opposite end of the alley, speeding toward an oncoming rush of cops, and while a few of them attempt to play chicken with Stone and get in our way, they don’t have the balls to follow through. Not like Stone does. At the last second, they dart out of our path, and we sail straight past them.
A helicopter hovers above us, tracking our every move, and my heart races, having no damn clue how we’re supposed to outrun this. “Stone,” I panic.
“Your lack of faith in me is starting to offend,” he says so casually, as though he doesn’t even notice every cop, SWAT officer, and fed in the state currently on our ass. “Being on the run is where I excel, Menace. Let me do my thing.”
I blow out a heavy breath, my heart never having raced this fast in my life. “You know there is something fundamentally wrong with you, right?”
He just laughs, and I hate how much he’s enjoying this.
At some point, we won’t be able to keep outrunning them. They have numbers at their back, and at some point, we’re going to be hit with roadblocks that we can’t avoid, and when that happens, Stone is going to run, leaving them no choice but to take lethal action to bring him down.
“Come here,” he says, patting his lap as he takes another right and sends us soaring toward the harbor.
I gape at him. “The fuck is wrong with you?” I demand as he takes another turn, keeping us parallel to the water. “I know this shit gets you bricked up like a conspiracy theorist on a podcast, but now is not the time to indulge in sloppy road head.”
“Fuck’s sake,” he laughs. “You know I’m not opposed to any form of road head, and while I’m sure you have tongue skills that would put me in an early grave, I doubt even you could get the job done in the next three seconds.”
I gape at him, having no fucking idea what he’s talking about. “Three seconds?” I ask, deciding now probably isn’t the time to confirm, that yes, indeed, I do have some particularly notable skills with my tongue, but he’ll have to wait to discover that little trick of mine.
Stone sighs. “We’ve gotta bail, Menace. Get your ass over here and hold on to me.”
My eyes widen in horror. “What?”
“NOW!”
Fuck.
I scurry across the center console, climbing straight into his lap and straddling him just as I had the other day, my arms locking around his neck and holding on with everything I’ve got. “When you say bail?” I ask, leaving the rest of the question dangling in the air between us.
“Best you don’t know,” he says. “Just hold on.”
“Oh God.”
I bury my face into his neck, feeling my body sway as he flies around another corner. Then, before the cops have a chance to hit the same corner, Stone throws the door of the Honda open and braces his arm around me, holding me so tight that I’ll have bruises come morning. A scream threatens to tear out of me, but before it gets its chance, Stone launches us out the door, tucking into a roll as he takes the brunt of our fall on his back.
We’re barely on the ground for even a second, and just as the car whips into a tailspin and loses control, Stone is on his feet, pulling me along into the shadows of the building.
Then just as the cops screech around the corner, the Honda hits the edge of the sidewalk, and the car is catapulted high into the sky, flipping once, twice, then a third time, before skidding toward the water and plunging right into the depths of the harbor.
My jaw drops, and I try to pull back to watch what happens, but Stone drags me along, not allowing my feet to stop for even a second. Just as the cops speed past the darkened alley, we dart around a corner, Stone’s massive body pressing me up against the brick wall, his hand braced over my mouth.