Page 300 of Obsession

I didn’t have a key, but I knew exactly how to start it if it wasn’t locked.

I ran over and yanked the door open, crying with relief when it opened.

I got behind the wheel and tried to access the hidden monitor, but my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn’t control my fingers to press the logo.

I looked at my palms through the darkness, and the stream of tears shook my whole being.

I am a criminal.

He had told me. He had told me so clearly, so simply, and I had closed my eyes and my mind because I only saw what I wanted to see and only heard what I wanted to hear. I had labeled him a protector and killer of evil to make myself feel better, to find an excuse for how much I loved him.

I had fallen in love with a cold-blooded murderer. A criminal who tortured, who didn’t bat an eye at the pain and agony he inflicted, who grinned as he tore into flesh while his victim begged him to stop.

I swallowed my stupid tears, full of guilt and bitterness, and managed to start the car and grab the steering wheel. I was shoeless, but managed to reach the pedals as I pushed the chair forward.

The headlights lit up and caught the attention of a few people, but I stepped on the gas.

I was going so fast that I barely had time to turn around and avoid colliding with the other parked cars. My heart stopped beating until I found myself on the road again.

It wasn’t the car he’d given me, it was a better one. The right car to rid you from the devil or kill you.

I stepped on the gas and watched the numbers on the screen skyrocket before my eyes. When I reached 250 miles per hour, the speed became pure poison. Just what I needed.

There wasn’t much traffic, so I drove without a destination until the darkness swallowed me up again and I found myself on the same road as last time.

Before I knew it, I’d left Seattle as the meter neared 300 miles per hour with the euphoria of danger flaring in my drug-fueled, drunk and terrified veins.

I had no idea where I was going, but all I knew was that I needed to put as much distance between me and Harris Stone as possible.

Logical thinking was no longer the order of the day. I didn’t know how to react or deal with the disaster. I was playing with my own life and was aware that if I lost control of the car, it could all be over at any moment.

I could still feel his touch, his breath, his kiss. I had been so close to giving myself to him, so fucking close… The need to kill had been stronger for him. The thirst for blood had been stronger than his desire for me.

I swallowed down a lump that hurt my throat and opened the window to let the cold air in. It hit my ear and froze my skin instantly, and at that moment I allowed myself to take my foot off the gas.

It had been the worst idea to close my eyes for a second and breathe, because when I opened them, it was too late.

I screamed and slammed on the brakes. The car reacted accordingly and stopped, but I had gotten way too close to… him.

A man was sitting in front of a car that had stopped in the middle of the road, his headlights shining towards me.

It was the same Lamborghini Urus that I could recognize anywhere, even in the darkness. I could have sworn he had overtaken me earlier, but I had not noticed.

The man was getting closer, and I tried to start the car again and back up, my hands shaking on the steering wheel and buttons while my heart pounded in my ear.

God, he was telling the truth.

Joshua was telling the truth.

He was innocent, and my true devil was close to me now. I couldn’t even see his face because he was wearing a ski mask.

As the engine vibrated and I stepped on the gas pedal, a horrible sound pierced my eardrums and I screamed out.

The car shook.

The shot sounded like a thunderclap and my heart exploded in my chest. Another followed and the car shook again. Red lights lit up on the dashboard as the car indicated a malfunction, and I couldn’t figure out what was going on, but when I stepped on the gas again, the car rumbled.

He’d shot out the tires.

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