Page 72 of Law Of Love

Pulling out onto the busy road, I turned on the radio to drown out my sorrows, making a mental note to ask my mom to also visit the police station once she returned from her two-day business trip. Jackie had joined her since the hotel was included. She needed a couple of days off work to distract herself from Brie’s anniversary.

Suddenly, I gasped, honking my horn in annoyance when somebody swiftly pulled out behind me, almost clipping my bumper. I glowered at them through my rear-view mirror, noticing Kaleb’s Jeep a few cars back.

The dark SUV behind sped up, coasting along next to me and forcing me down an exit in the opposite direction of the house. I glared at the ghoulish man sitting behind his wheel, a slimy smirk plastered onto his lips.

Shit.

Kaleb was stuck in traffic behind me, and I had no choice but to press my foot on the gas and rush down the barely used road. Overgrown trees and bushes blocked part of it, causing me to swerve.

My potential kidnapper was right behind me with every turn, copying my manoeuvres and making my body break out into a sweat. My tyres screeched from underneath me as I took a corner too fast, my clammy palms gripping the steering wheel tightly as I narrowly avoided ploughing straight into a tree, sharply turning down a dirt road. The SUV flew past me at high speed.

Answering my ringing phone with shaking hands, I continued down the dirt stretch, having no clue where it led to, pinching my brows together when my car groaned and tilted.

I had blown a fucking tyre.

“I’m about to be right behind you,” Kaleb said through my speaker, his voice laced with fury. “Ditch your car and get in.”

Killing my engine, I leapt out of my creaking car once Kaleb’s Jeep screeched to a halt at the entrance to the road, and I threw myself into the passenger seat.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he questioned me with frantic eyes as he scanned my body while trying to pay attention to the unkept road we were barrelling down.

“I’m fine,” I said breathlessly. “Where’s he gone?”

“Put your seatbelt on.” Kaleb’s veiny hands encased the steering wheel as his gun sat between his legs, and his jaw ticked with displeasure. “He’ll most likely be doing a loop to come down the road you turned onto.”

My gaze remained glued to the car's rear, and I stared at the winding road we were leaving behind, muddy tyre tracks coating it from the Jeep’s large wheels.

“I’m going to fucking kill Will,” Kaleb growled.

“He was right,” I said, shaking my head. “He’s never going to stop. He’s always going to be after me.”

Adrenaline was filling up the car, forcing itself down mine and Kaleb’s throats as we breathed heavily, and once I spotted the SUV speeding up behind us, I almost began choking.

“Shit,” Kaleb cursed, quickly grabbing his gun from in between his legs, undoing his window. “I’m going to need you to steer for me, baby.”

I hadn’t even registered what he’d said before he released the wheel and leaned out of the window, firing his gun at the man behind. Yelping, I clutched onto the wheel, swerving us harshly back into the middle of the road, avoiding rolling down into the muddy ditch beside us.

The black SUV veered to the left, and my stalker leaned out of his own car, aiming his gun at us and firing. The back window of Kaleb’s car smashed into a million pieces, and I cried out and ducked my head down, keeping my eyeline just above the wheel so I could see the road.

“Kaleb!”

“Just keep your head down and drive,” he ordered, firing another couple of shots, the blast of the gun echoing through the cold air, causing my ears to ring.

Luckily, there were no other cars on the road. There was no way I’d be able to live with myself if I was the reason to get an innocent person killed.

I bit down harshly on the inside of my cheek, and my eyes widened once the SUV behind us buckled—Kaleb having hit one of its tyres. The man behind the wheel slammed down on it in fury, taking a few more shots before Kaleb’s next bullet hit him in the chest.

He slumped against the wheel, the car flying down into a ditch and smashing against a large tree, the sound of crunching metal being carried by the wind.

Kaleb pushed himself back down into his seat and took the wheel from me casually, offering me a small nod. “Thank you, beautiful.”

My mouth popped open, and I exhaled as I took one last glance at the deceased man inside the battered SUV, nausea causing my stomach to twist and turn.

Kaleb had just killed a man. For me. And for some psychotic and fucked up reason, it lit something ablaze inside.

Rain beat down against my window, pounding onto the glass and frustratingly keeping sleep at bay. I usually found it comforting, but every time the noise of a droplet of water hitting the framework sounded from behind me, I couldn’t help but convince myself that it was somebody outside attempting to get in.

Sitting up in bed, I peered outside for the tenth time in thirty minutes, only to—yet again—see nothing but the sidewalk and tufts of grass beneath me.

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