Page 158 of Possession

She doesn’t ease into it. She hits the throttle fucking hard, proving Damian had good taste in his hobbies. Every single horse in the engine jumps out of the gate with all the power money can buy.

I’m thrown into the side of the hull as bullets ping off the side of the yacht and glass shatters.

I scramble. It’s all I can do to keep my footing as we take off over the heavy surf, the boat jumps and wracks as we go.

I look over the stern as we take off into the blue and see the four who remain standing board the fishing boat.

Fuck.

I run up the stairs to the helm, broken glass crunching beneath my shoes, and find Landyn white knuckling the controllers. I pull the cell out of my pocket, push it at her, and have to raise my voice to talk above the engine and wind. “Talk to Carson. Tell him there are four in a fishing boat following us. Get the guns.”

I take control of the boat as she turns her blue eyes to the California coast. They widen when she sees what I just described.

Fear and panic lace in her expression.

“Brax—”

“Talk to Carson,” I demand. “And find me a loaded gun.”

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Landyn

“They’re following us!”I yell as Brax takes over.

“Guns, chica. Get me a fucking gun.”

I grip the railing with one hand to hold on for dear life and put the cell to my ear with the other. “Cole?”

“Landyn.” His tone is not at all cocky or chipper the way it was when I met him in New York. “I’m tracking you through the cell. The Coast Guard is on their way.”

“They’re following us.” The words rush out of my mouth as I run down the stairs to where I dropped the bag of towels and guns when they started shooting at us. “They’re in the other boat.”

I tumble to my ass when the boat jumps over a huge breaker. I scream and drop the cell. It slides across the deck. I have to crawl on my hands and knees to get it.

“Cole? Are you still there?”

“Here. How many are on the other boat?”

I pull myself to my feet, but scream when I hear gunfire.

I drop back to the floor. “I don’t know. I think there were three standing in the front. Cole, make them hurry! They’re shooting at us.”

That’s when I spot what I need. The bag slid under a dining table. I crawl and reach for the handle to drag it back to the stairs.

“What’s happening, Landyn?” Cole demands.

The boat veers left and right, and I’m thrown into the side of the narrow stairway. My voice is desperate and sounds like I just sprinted a 5k. “I’m trying to get back to Brax. He needs a gun.”

“Hurry, Landyn. He’s got to keep them off your tail. The Coast Guard is on their way, but there’s at least three miles between you.”

Three miles? It might as well be thirty. I throw myself at the top of the stairs and turn the corner where Brax is steering the boat back and forth to avoid gunfire while looking over his shoulder. “Cole said the Coast Guard is still three miles from us.”

“Shit,” Brax hisses.

The sun peeks through bullet holes in the glass canopy. A side window is littered at our feet in shards. I drop the cell in a cup holder and dig through the bag for the guns where I packed them haphazardly before escaping Damian’s house.

I hold out two handguns to Brax, but he only takes one. “Aim and shoot. Anywhere in their vicinity.”

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