Hunter - Blaire Drake Page 0,54

couldn't believe what was happening.

I gripped her hand tightly. I'd parked my bike just away from the house for a reason, and this was it.

I didn't trust Isaiah either.

“What about—”

“He'll be fine,” I said to her, taking the bag she'd been holding so tightly for so long and hooking the straps over her arms. I hoped I wasn't lying to her. “Get on behind me.”

A noise that resembled a tortured cat eeked out of her mouth.

“No offense, Adriana, but the bike is less likely to kill you than the fuckers in there.” I got on and patted the seat behind me.

“Fine.” She wasn't happy about it, but when another gunshot shattered a window somewhere, she leaped onto the back and wrapped her arms around my waist. “A car is safer!” she yelled when I kick-started the bike.

“And slower! Hold on tight.”

She screamed as I revved the bike to full power and we took off. Her grip around my waist was almost suffocating, and if this weren't a life or fucking death situation, I'd be thinking about the way her tits were pressing against my back.

Fuck, maybe I was. A little. Even in the face of potential death, I was still a guy, and she was still insanely fucking sexy.

The gates were open when we reached the edge of the community, and although I couldn't hear anyone following us, I wasn't dumb enough to think we were anywhere near safe. The bike wasn't exactly the quietest or most inconspicuous vehicle. They'd know instantly who'd taken her and what to look for.

I needed to get us to a rental place and switch for a car.

The only problem was getting to the rental place.

Adriana pressed her face into my back as we sped through the city, weaving in and out of traffic. I glanced in my mirror and saw another bike behind us. It looked to be following the same path I was, and red flags popped up instantly in my mind.

I clenched my jaw. Shit. I really didn't want to risk shooting blindly—especially not with Addy behind me, and it wasn't like I could get her in front of me to drive.

She was right. We should have gotten a car.

Too late now.

“Don't panic, okay?” I said back to her, reaching inside my jacket.

“For what?” she shrieked, clearly panicking.

“This.” I reached behind me, used the mirror to aim, and shot.

“Fuck, Hunter!”

I didn't hit the guy on the bike, but I was close enough that he swerved and almost lost control of his bike. Too many cars got between us for me to take another shot, so I tucked the gun into Adriana's hand at my stomach and focused on driving.

I needed to get us somewhere safe. And quickly.

Unfortunately, I couldn't go much quicker than I was, and there was a red light coming up.

Fuck it. It was probably the best law I was gonna break today. In my life, if I was honest with myself.

I had no idea where we were going. I wasn't familiar with California at all, and I couldn't exactly pull out my phone and map a route to somewhere safe, mostly because I had no fucking idea where 'safe' was.

Where the fuck was 'safe?'

I drove. I didn't know where I was going or what was going to happen, but I knew I needed to get as far as away from Calabasas as possible. Somewhere busy. Somewhere we could hide out for the shortest amount of time—where even Enzio's fuckhead idiots wouldn't dare touch her.

We whizzed past a sign that told me we'd traveled so far that we were only five miles outside of downtown Los Angeles.

That answered my question.

I got into the right lane and turned off. When we came to stop at a light, I took the gun from Adriana and tucked it back into my jacket. Driving around downtown L.A with a gun in her hand struck me as a pretty stupid idea, and I wasn't in the habit of stupid ideas. Unless you counted not shooting the girl currently on the back of my bike—and I didn't.

“Look out for a rental place,” I said behind her as the lights changed.

I vaguely heard her “Okay,” as I revved the bike and wound in and out of the cars. The traffic was so insane it made New York City seem like an empty highway to nowhere. This was both good and bad for us. Bad because we seemed to stop more than we moved, but good because there