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There were more shouts nearby. Knox grabbed her hand, and they ran.

They dodged around joggers, walkers, and tourists, and soon her lungs were burning. They raced back onto the busy street. Nola saw several scooters parked nearby. “Knox, we could take one of these.”

His brow creased. “No, we’re taking that.”

He pointed, and she saw a man getting off a hot, red motorcycle.

Knox shouldered past the man and threw his leg over the bike. “I need to borrow this.”

“Hey!” the man cried.

“Contact Sentinel Security to get it back.” Knox yanked Nola closer. “Get on.”

She gingerly climbed onto the back of the motorcycle. “Is this safe?”

“No, but it’ll be fast.” He gunned the engine, and she quickly wrapped her arms around him.

Oh, God.

With a roar of the engine, they sped onto the street.

Nola gripped him harder, the wind blowing in her face. He handled the motorcycle with an ease that told her he’d ridden before.

As they sped away, she glanced back.

She saw several Russians running into the street. Her hands flexed on Knox’s hard body. They weren’t giving up.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Knox accelerated, dodging around several cars.

Behind him, Nola was pressed up against him tightly, her hands resting on his gut.

Only a few more blocks and they’d reach Sentinel Security.

“Get my phone,” he yelled back at her. “Call Sentinel.”

She slid a hand into his pocket. A second later, he heard her yelling.

He slowed and took the next turn. Ahead, the traffic was gridlocked. Shit. He couldn’t afford to stop.

Zolotov wouldn’t give up.

He turned the motorcycle and jumped the curb. He rode down the sidewalk, startled people leaping out of their way. Nola gasped, her fingers digging into his skin.

“Hex said they’re tracking us,” Nola yelled. “Killian and the others can come and meet us.”

“No.” Knox stared at the packed street. “There are too many people. The last thing we need is a shoot-out with Zolotov’s men.”

More people scattered ahead, and then Knox turned back onto the street. He dodged around a sedan, and picked up speed.

“Besides, we’re almost there.”

“Okay.” He heard her talking again, then he felt her swivel. “Knox! There are two men on bikes following us.”

He slowed, and glanced back. Fuck.

She was right. Two motorcycles were roaring down the street, weaving through the cars, and gaining on them.

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