Page 35 of Run with Me

“You don’t have to check. I know they’re looking.”

“How?”

“People like… like him don’t let go. They own you until you take your last breath.”

Especially when you steal their millions.

Patient and definitely not quitting, he waited.

Damn that trustworthyface!

There was something so good about Jack. If I ever had an older brother, that’s the way I’d imagine him, to be: gentlemanly-like.

LikeJack.

“He’s mafia.” I coughed into myhand.

“I need you to be a little bit more specific than that.” Jack didn’t seem to be surprised.

I shook my head. “Mafia isn’t scary enough?”

“There are lots of thugs who think they’re the mafia, and they have no clue what that actually means. Where are youfrom?”

“Arizona.”

The question popped so out of nowhere that I didn’t think before replying. Jack stilled, obviously thinking some pretty disturbing thoughts, his face drooping more with each second. It didn’t matter; Xavier would have told him that I was from Pace anyway.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“That narrows it down much further,” he grunted, and raised his hand before I got a chance to say anything. “Keep this information to yourself, Anna. Don’t repeat it to anyone.”

“You’re the first person I’ve told. So if they find me, I’ll know it was you.” I grinned, hoping that my teeth hadn’t yellowed too much. Being on the run didn’t exactly allow for a daily washroom routine. Was he my friend?

Just as I opened my mouth to speak again, we heard someone clear their throat. Mary stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest and a face that matched my mother’s, God rest her soul, when she found out that I’d stolen candy from Mrs. Wade’s store. Up until a month ago, I never stole in my life. But a month ago, I still had myson.

“Mary? How long have you been standing there?” John looked like he’d seen a ghost, and Mary looked like she was about to kill. And she was looking right atme.

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