“Fuck you, Ace.” She pulled down the visor of her helmet and saw him narrow his eyes at her.
He stepped closer, and she started the ignition.
“Scarlet, tell me what the fuck is going on here.”
“Sorry, Ace—” she revved the bike “—fortunately for you, my life is not your problem.” And then she pulled off with record speed, her fear fueling her need to get the fuck away. There was no time to chitchat, especially with a guy who thought he had the right to fucking interfere and play the part of her so-called knight in shining armor—which he wasn’t.
What she had spent years running from had finally caught up with her. The past that haunted her day in and day out was finally at her doorstep and she didn’t know how the hell it happened. She played it safe. She did everything she was supposed to do to ensure she could never be found. But somehow, someway, she had to have slipped up…becausehefound her. He would always find her. No matter where she tried to run to, where she tried to hide, her demons would always track her.
Tonight only made her realize yet again that the chances of her being free of him anytime soon were slim to none.
Fuck.