Page 25 of His to Possess

“If we can get to a private airport in Jersey, I have a helicopter there. I can fucking fly us out of here.”

“Oh, my God, I love you!” We reach the back of a brick building and pause, breathing hard, backs against the wall.

“You love me, huh?” I tease.

“If you can get us out of here, yeah. I’ll owe you big-time.”

“I’m going to need that in writing. Or, you can repay me in kisses.”

She smirks. “I’m sure. Okay, so we need a set of wheels to get us over to Jersey.”

“Yeah. Should we call up an Uber?” I ask, reaching for my phone.”

“No, no time. Plus, I don’t trust anyone.”

“So how are we getting there?” I ask, perplexed. “I don’t think we should risk going back for your car.”

“We’re going to borrow a new set of wheels. C’mon.”

I follow her out onto the street and watch as she starts walking along, trying door handles, checking to see if any of the cars parked along the curb are unlocked. Ah, my little butterfly is a car thief, too. I immediately join her, pulling up on the handles, checking for unlocked vehicles.

When a handle pulls up and a door opens, I almost yell out in excitement. Instead, I call out a hissed, “Found one!”

My badass girl hurries over, slides into the driver’s seat and nods to the passenger side. “Get in,” she says.

I jog around the car’s hood and hop inside. Buckling my seatbelt—cause I have a feeling this might be another wild ride—I watch as she goes to work. The car is an older model, a piece of shit, if I’m being honest, so we’re probably doing the owner a favor by taking it. Although, she did say borrow, so I guess the cops will find and return it eventually.

In the meantime, Butterfly hotwires the car so fast my head spins. The engine kicks on and she tosses me a triumphant smirk.

“Where’d you learn that cool trick?” I ask, thoroughly impressed.

“Oh, you know,” she responds vaguely.

“No, actually, I don’t. That’s why I asked.” She needs to start giving me some answers. The mysterious air around her was fun at first, but now I really want to get to know her better. It’s almost become like a gnawing feeling in my gut.

I really fucking like this woman and that’s something that I don’t experience very often. Hell, ever.

“We can trade secrets once we’re out of here. We’re not safe yet,” she reminds me.

The words are barely out of her mouth when a motorcycle roars up the street. I whip my head around and see that it’s headed straight for us.Shit.Is this insane chase ever going to end?

I slap a hand against the dashboard. “Go! Go!”

We aren’t exactly in a fast-moving sports car, but she handles the car and the road like a pro. The motorcyclist immediately follows us, but luckily my girl knows how to shake a tail. After a few sharp turns, circling around some blocks then running a red light, we seem to be in the clear.

“Okay, where exactly am I going?” she asks, turning the car toward New Jersey.

I rattle off the name of the small private airport where I keep my helicopter. We’re almost there when two cars pull up out of nowhere. I tense up when they start following us closely and then that damn motorcyclist reappears.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I grumble and Butterfly is already looking at them in the rear view mirror.

“Hang on! We gotta lose these assholes.”

That’s not a very specific plan, but she’s right. It’s late, so luckily there isn’t a lot of other traffic. Unfortunately, that only allows the bad guys to move up on either side of us. The dude on the motorcycle guns it and I catch sight of his hand lifting a gun through the side mirror reflection.

“They’ve got guns!” I yell, ducking down.

She doesn’t say a word, just starts cranking the old window down then reaches for her gun and lifts it as the motorcyclist pulls up beside her. The car is going as fast as it can, so we’re not able to outrun these guys. Guess she’s going to have to shoot them.

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