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I started shaking, this shit was scary. “What do we do?”

“We cannot go home. Either one of us.” He said it so matter-of-factly, like it was a normal everyday thing.

“Ever? What about my job?”

“It was your job that got you into this,” he sounded frustrated.

I burst into tears. He swooped me into his arms. “Look, we can go anywhere we want. I have money and I can keep you safe.”

Tracker

Cait looked at me in shock. The thought of losing her life was slowly sinking into her.

“I'm sorry.” That was all I could offer her.

She held me tightly while the tears continued. I knew nothing I could say would help. We packed up and got in the car with no certain destination in mind.

Six Months Later

Tracker

We had ended up in Costa Rica. Both of us bleached our dark hair, leaving us sporting blonde locks. We both decided to wear non-prescription glasses to change our looks some more.

I knew someone who was able to make passports and false I.D.s for Cait. I already had my own. For now, we were as safe as we could be. But I would always be on guard. Watching, waiting.

Chapter Fourteen

Cait

We spend most of our days on the beach, reading or napping. I know the guilt he carries with him. He lays by me, and I trace the scars on his chest, I look him in the eyes. “You may think you are too damaged and too broken to love, but you are not. I love every piece of you. Including your scars and flaws.”

I kissed him, softly at first, before biting his lip and tugging it softly. His smoldering eyes told me all I needed to know. Prince Charming can go fuck himself. I will take the Big Bad Wolf any day.

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