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I close my eyes and take a deep breath, holding it in before releasing slowly, trying to calm some of these pre-fight jitters.

I check my face in the rearview mirror before I trek through the darkened woods, following a stranger’s text message like a complete fool.

Black eye. Messy dark hair. Pale skin. Angled jaw and an angry stare.

Luckily, my eye isn’t too swollen. He got me right under it, so it’s just my cheekbone that hurts like a bitch. And now I have to be extra vigilant about protecting that side of my face. If he’s had any training or common sense, he’ll go after that weakness. Just like I’ll do to him.

A quick movement in the very back of the SUV catches my attention, and I go deadly still, unsure if my eyes are playing tricks on me in the dark.

Because if Unknownis here now, then they know Lincoln is at home.

Alone and vulnerable.

Fuck! I should’ve let him come with me like he wanted to. I could have at least had his back.

I hop out of the car and stealthily creep around to the back. Ready in. . .

Three

Two

I fling the hatchback up in one fluid move and jump in, diving for the dark lump in the corner, hiding behind the last row of seats with his back to me.

Oof!

We collide, and I land on top, straddling the beanie-wearing assailant. I grab his wrists, pinning his hands behind his back roughly.

He grunts, and it sounds. . . familiar.

“Remi, it’s me!” a muffled voice shouts.

Lincoln?

Relief floods my veins, cooling the fire raging through my body.

“Preppy?”

I let go of his wrists and flip him over, peering down into my favorite pair of eyes. Confusion clouds my brain when I should be focusing on the fight.

“What are you doing here, Linc, hiding in the back like a stalker?”

He gives a little indignant huff and tries to cross his arms, but I grab his wrists again and pin them above his head this time. I lean down into his face until I see the adorable freckles dusting his cheekbones. His auburn hair peeks out from the beanie and sweeps across his forehead. He’s wearing the glasses with the thick black frames tonight, completing his all-black attire.

I repeat myself when he doesn’t answer.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growl, putting a little bite into my tone and squeezing his wrists a bit harder to test his reaction.

I’m actually thrilled he decided to stow away. I regretted my decision to leave him unprotected when I damn well know someone is after me. What the fuck was I thinking?

He whimpers slightly and bites his lip. Unable to deny myself the pleasure, I slam my mouth on his, slipping my tongue in. I tilt my head to go deeper, letting him know who’s in control tonight.

I pull back and roll off of him so I don’t have to fight with blue balls. It’s getting close to curtain call, and I need to find Gus and figure out if there are any more rules I need to know or if I can just go in there, guns-blazing, and whoop ass.

We lie side by side, cramped in the trunk of the SUV and stare at the dark ceiling. Both of us attempt to catch our breaths from our rough kiss.

“You follow me and do as I say when we’re out there, you hear me?” I tell him with all seriousness.

“I will,” he replies instantly. “I know it’s dangerous.”