Page 15 of The Walls of Levi

“Just give me the address. You have my word.”

As she gives me her address, she turns back around. We stand on the sidewalk and just look at each other. Some sort of recognition flashes through my mind and it feels like I’ve seen this girl before. But where?

I don’t go anywhere, but to the track, the office, and to the food joints next to my house. Looking at her and judging by her leaving that restaurant, I can pretty much say that she isn’t a racing fan and wouldn’t be caught eating at the places I do.

She looks familiar, but I can’t for the life of me think of where I would have seen her before. She knows me, but that doesn’t mean she’s a race fan. My face has been plastered all over this town. It’s no surprise that anyone knows me here and as far as two counties around.

“I can’t believe you’re Levi James.”

I give her my panty melting smile. “That’s me.”

She shakes her head and gets in the Demon. I walk around to my side and do the same.

Once we pull out and head to her house, my phone goes off with a text. I look down to see who it’s from.

Unknown number: This is the last time you screw me boy. I’m going to get that girl.

I look at Katie. Her eyes are about to pop out of her head again. “Who is that?”

I pull over again and look out at the dark night. My mind is running a million miles an hour.

I like speed, but this is giving me a headache.

“Tell me everything you know.”

Chapter 8

Kathleen

The adrenaline is just now settling down and reality is starting to sink in.

I was almost kidnapped, and God knows what would have happened to me. Then I was taken from the kidnapper by another guy I only know of.

Levi James.

That in itself shocks me even more and on a totally different level. Where did he come from? What is he going to do with me?

I know what I wouldlikefor him to do with me.

I quickly shake those thoughts from my mind. That will never happen. He doesn’t date girls like me. As a matter of fact, I’ve never heard of him dating anyone. Ever. Period.

But then he gets that text. What is all that about? How does he connect to my kidnap attempt? He asked me to tell him everything, but I know nothing. He should be the one explaining things.

“I’m not the only one threatened in that text. You have some explaining to do also.”

He slowly blows out a breath and turns toward me. “The man that text me bet against me on a race yesterday. He lost. I won his money. He isn’t happy about it. I don’t know how he is connected to you, so again, explain.”

I believe him. I don’t know why or how, but I know I can trust him. I saw the race; I know who he’s talking about.

“My dad set me up on a date. I was in the restaurant with him, he was a jerk, so I left. I called my dad to send someone to pick me up. I saw Wilson come outside, and he was on the phone with someone. He told them to find me and sounded angry. When he walked off towards his car, I got up to go inside. That’s when the guy grabbed me.”

We both sit there in silence for a few minutes. I’m looking at my hands in my lap, then I slowly look up to make eye contact with him.

“Thank you for being there. I can’t stop thinking about what could have happened, and what would have happened if you weren’t.”

“To be honest, I didn’t think. I just knew something was wrong and I went into action.”

“So, what now? It looks like we are both in trouble with the same person and I don’t even know why.”

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