Dare Series Collection - Shantel Tessier Page 0,25

car into gear and follow him.

He’s gone before I can even figure out how to shift his car. It’s been a long time since I’ve driven a standard. And I didn’t want to tell him, but I suck at it. My ex, Martin, had yelled at me for hours when he tried to teach me. I let off the clutch, and it jumps.

Shit!

I get it into second. And then third. I make it to fourth a lot better and press on the gas. He’s long gone. I can’t even see the taillights ahead of me. But I remembered what direction we came from. I hope that was the same one he took out of this town. It’s officially dark, and the town is quiet. We must be on the outskirts because I haven’t seen another car or person since we pulled in.

I hear sirens behind me, and I start to panic. What the hell was he doing? Does he want me to get caught? Is that his plan? Another game he wants me to lose? Well, I’d much rather it be robbery than murder, if I had to choose.

I see a tire repair shop at the end of the road with their garage open. I pull into it and get out quickly, pulling their bay door shut and lean up against it. Thankful it was open. I yank my ponytail out and run a hand through my hair. Frustrated and pissed that he has done this to me. Again!

Then I hear my phone ringing in the car. I run back to it and jump in, answering it when I see shark light up my screen.

“Hello?” My voice shakes with nervousness.

“Where the fuck did you go?” he demands.

“I could be asking you the same question,” I snap.

He growls. “Where are you?”

“Hiding in a garage.”

“Goddammit.”

“Maybe if you had given me a heads-up, I would have had some time to prepare to help you steal a fucking car,” I yell. My hand squeezing the phone a little too hard.

“Calm down,” he snaps. “Take a deep breath.” He lowers his voice.

My throat tightens as my heart pounds.

“I’ll send someone to come get you,” he says calmly.

“What?” Come get me? “Who?”

“Deke …”

“Are you crazy?” My voice squeaks. “He wanted to shoot me!” I all but yell. “I’ll drive myself.”

“I’m not coming back to get you,” he says matter-of-factly.

Translation—I’m on my own. If I get caught and arrested, I’ll take the fall. But I’d rather take my chances with the cops than with Deke. Or any of those other guys who were with Cole the other night.

I fucking hate him!

“Where am I going?” I ask, running a hand through my hair. My nerves shot.

“I’ll send you the address,” he says. “And Austin …?”

I hang up. I don’t have time to talk to him. I’m wanted by the police at the moment. I have got to get myself out of here.

The sad part is that this isn’t the first time I’ve run from the cops.

I get out, yank up the bay doors, and look both ways but find no cop cars in sight. I get back into his car and take off, leaving black marks on the floor of the garage.

I hear my phone go off and take a quick look down at it and notice that he has me going back to Collins, so I toss the phone. I’ll make my way there, then once I’m in town, I’ll look at the exact address.

My shoulders start to relax once I hit the curves, climbing the mountains, the city lights behind me, and finally able to drive his car better.

Anger starts to set in. Just what the hell did he think he was doing? Was this just another situation he wanted me to be involved in that could possibly get me in trouble?

I laugh at myself. Of course, it is. The guy is hell-bent on getting my ass thrown in jail.

I take the curves just as fast as he did earlier. Not worried if I fall off the cliffs to my right. At least that wouldn’t end in jail. Just death.

I take the next curve and then it dips down to a steep hill. I reach the top and see lights. “Shit!” I hiss when I see three cop cars. They must have tried to follow Cole, but he lost them. One is sitting on the right side, its ass almost falling off the cliff. The second, parked in the oncoming lane, faces me since the road