Her heart revved up, her skin growing slick with sweat—God, this was exciting. Yup, new kink unlocked. The idea of him spotting her, then giving chase, made her clit throb. Lord, she needed help.
Swallowing, she ran to her car, yanked open the door, and slid inside. Dropping the screwdriver into the cupholder, she shoved the key into the ignition, held her breath, her gaze on the door not more than ten feet from her car, and turned the key.
Thankfully, her car was newer, so it started with nary at grumble. Not waiting to see if he heard her, she put the car in reverse and backed out, barely slipping by his bike.
She was out in the road now, in plain view of her front windows.
Her breathing erratic, her heart slam dancing in her chest, she giggled maniacally, anxious as hell.
She definitely needed help.
“Nadia!” his shout carried through the car window and through the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears, and she turned to see him racing toward her across her lawn.
“Shit!” she squeaked, putting the car in drive. Just as his hand slammed against the passenger door, she stomped on the accelerator, jerking forward. Thank God no one was in the road,because she tore out of that neighborhood like locusts were on her ass—and he was. He kept up with her until she reached the end of the street—God, how fit was he? Once she turned the corner, she lost him, but she wasn’t fool enough to think she lost him for long. It would take him mere minutes to get back to his bike and notice his tires. How long before he called in reinforcements and hunted her down?
Why would he hunt her down, though? She wasn’t his, he didn’t really want to keep her at his place, did he? He was just giving lip service, right? He’d give up now that she hadn’t just rolled over and done what he wanted like she had when they first met.
Right?
Don’t kid yourself, woman! That man chased down your car like the freaking Terminator!
It took ten minutes of forced deep breathing to get her mind back in gear. Now that she was out of the house, what the hell were her next steps? She had no wallet so no money, she didn’t have her phone, so she couldn’t call anyone. And she knew that the first place he would look for her was at work.
She needed to find some place to lie low until she could figure it the fuck out. Somewhere with a phone so she could call Vicki. God…Vicki was just going to eat this up; the woman loved over the top drama, and Nadia’s life had become a freaking Passionflix movie.
Where to go….
Cool Hands. She didn’t know why she thought of that; she only knew it was a new place out in Scranton. She’d heard the food was good, the atmosphere was fun, and it wasn’t too far down Pittston Ave, where her car was headed.
“They’ll have a phone I can use,” she muttered to herself. She’d go there, use the phone, call Vicki, then grab a booth and wait. She knew Vicki had the day off, and she was with Sylvia,but her bestie would come and help her de-escalate her frantic thoughts—thoughts like running away to Hawaii or Cabo, and leaving Locust and all that drama behind.
Stop being dramatic!
She couldn’t abandon her house, and she still had to deal with Elijah; figuring out what the hell he was doing vandalizing her closet. But all of that would come once she had a moment to freakingthink.
TWELVE
Chest heaving,Locust planted his hands on his hips as he watched his woman’s car disappear around the corner.
“Motherfuck!” he roared.
What was she thinking? She was going to get herself killed! At that thought, his guts roiled, his heart stuttered. Fuck. He couldn’t panic; he needed to follow her.
Sucking in a breath, he turned around and jogged back to his bike. He cursed.
Both tires were losing air.
“Fuck!” he snarled when he spotted the hole in the back tire. What the fuck had she done? Hell, she knew he’d follow her, so she’d sabotaged him, puncturing his motherfucking tires so she could get away clean. Or at least she thought she would.
Grinning stupidly, he pulled out his cell and hit speed dial.
The call was answered on the second ring.
“You done playing Peeping Tom with the blonde?” Red asked, humor in his deep voice.
Locust grunted. “Like you’re one to talk, you sick fuck.” Red chuckled. “I need to you track Nadia’s cell. She took off.”
Red snorted. “That means she doesn’t like you, asshole.”