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I made too much noise and he came in to investigate. He should have just let me escape."

Cobra rounded on me. "You were trying to escape me? After everything I've done for you?" He shoved past Hudson and grabbed my hair. "You ungrateful little bit--"

A thundering gunshot stopped him as he was speaking. My ears rang from the impact. It took me a second to realize I was covered in blood. Not mine. Cobra's.

His dead body slumped to the ground, half of his face blown off. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. It was like my vocal cords were paralyzed. A wave of nausea rolled through me and bile rose in my throat. If I had eaten anything at all that day, I would have thrown up right then and there.

Hudson put away his gun and got out a switchblade with the other hand. He leaned forward to cut the duct tape at my wrists. "We need to hurry," he said as my wrists were free. "Someone would have heard that. Can you run?"

I stumbled to my feet. "Yes."

"Good." He grabbed my hand and we sprinted out of the office. There were some distant shouts from the stairs, as well as footsteps. Hudson muttered a swear and went back into the office. "We need a distraction. Where does Cobra keep his alcohol?"

"Second drawer on the left," I said.

He opened it and grabbed glass bottles of whiskey. "Stand back," he said.

I took a step back and he threw the bottles on the ground, smashing them. Alcohol and glass splattered everywhere among the blood and Cobra's body. Hudson took out a lighter and flipped it open. He dropped it and ran towards me just as flames spurted up everywhere on the ground.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the office and into the room next door. Cobra's bedroom. "Quiet," he said. "Not a sound."

We listened as footsteps came closer, along with shouts and swears. While they were busy trying to put out the fire, Hudson led me out of the bedroom and down the hall.

We reached an empty staircase and we sprinted down and to the exit. We were both running so hard and my lungs and legs were burning. I hadn't done this much exercise since I had been kidnapped and I was out of shape. But I knew if we got caught, we were both dead.

Hudson opened the door to the outside and I breathed fresh air. It felt surreal being outside again and I wished I had been able to appreciate it properly.

I tripped over some unopened ground and almost fell. Hudson grabbed me and picked me up as if I didn't weigh anything. He slung me over his shoulder as if I was a sack of potatoes and started to run faster. From my vantage point, I could see guys running out of the building. "They're coming," I shouted.

He ran faster to the motorcycles. He stopped and we got on one of them just as a bullet whizzed by my head.

Hudson started up the motorcycle. "Hold on," he said.

I grabbed his waist and held on for dear life as we sped out of the parking lot.

CHAPTER SIX

Hudson

I didn't let myself think about anything except getting Eva to safety. I knew if I stopped to think about anything-- her begging me to take her away, me almost kissing her, her taking the blame to protect me, me killing Cobra in front of her-- I would break down. And if I did that, we would both be dead.

I biked down the road as fast as I could, going close to ninety miles an hour. Luckily, Eva held on well.

I didn't try to go to the Hell's Renegade's territories or hangouts. Instead, we just kept going.

I biked through several towns, taking sharp turns now and then and even circling back. I knew they would be following us and I wanted to make sure they were as confused as possible.

After several hours of biking, I was running on an empty gas tank and I was pretty sure I had lost them.

I took an exit into a small town I had never been in and found the nearest gas station.

As soon as I cut the engine, Eva's arms fell off of me and she was breathing hard. I turned to look at her and guilt rushed through me. She looked terrified and nauseous. She was still covered in Cobra's blood but now it had dried to angry dark marks that smeared on her tear-stained face. And she was shivering violently. That ride must have been brutal on her. She was only wearing a mini skirt and a lacy bra. It was close to thirty degrees outside, and that's without the wind chill from riding on my bike.

I quickly shed my jacket and wrapped it around her. "It's going to be okay, baby girl," I whispered. "Just hang on a little longer, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

The guilt inside me only strengthened.

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