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I released a long irritated sigh and nearlycrushed the phone in my hand. “Find her,” I ordered and hung up,tossing the phone back to Mike and dismissing him. I grabbed mypersonal phone and immediately deactivated the shocking mechanismto Jaden’s collar. I didn’t need it accidentally shocking her whileshe was on a motorcycle with over 200 horsepower and no goddamnhelmet.
“What happened?” asked Scott.
I tilted my head back to stretch my neck andexhaled a heavy breath.
“My little hellcat has escaped her cage,” Ireplied.
“Ha!” Scott almost started laughing. “Damn,that girl is full of surprises.”
“No shit,” I said, placing my hands on myhips and beginning to pace my workout room. “Conniving littlebitch,” I whispered under my breath. “How close are we to findingthe rest of her family?”
We had most of the addresses already, but wewere missing a few out of state, and I wanted every bit ofinformation we could find before I decided to execute my plan.
“We’re only missing two addresses. She hasan aunt and uncle in Louisiana and a cousin somewhere in northernMichigan,” Scott replied.
“I want those addresses tonight. Noexcuses,” I ordered. Scott nodded.
“And let’s send a couple of our guys out topay her uncle in Muskegon a little visit, huh? I want to havesomething fresh for her to watch while I fuck the ever living shitout of her.”
“Will do,” Scott said, already prepared withhis phone.
“And get Hagen on the phone,” I ordered.
“Already dialing him,” Scott replied as he held the phone up onspeaker.
Hagen answered on the first ring.
“Hey, buddy, what’s goin’ on?” he said,sounding slightly distracted.
“You pick up my little runner yet?” I askedhim harshly.
“Not yet, but we’re hot on her heels. Igotta hand it to her. Your girl is fast on that thing.”
I almost groaned out loud thinking aboutJaden riding around on my bike at high speeds and without a helmet.I knew she knew what she was doing, especially since she was on thesame bike she used to own herself, but mine was modified, and ifshe crashed I would absolutely fucking lose it.
“Apprehend her carefully, Hagen. I don’tneed her crashing and getting herself killed, you hear me?”
“Yeah, I hear ya. She’ll be fine. What doyou want me to do with her when we get her?”
“Just keep her in a secluded holding cell.I’ll pick her up when I get back.”
“You got it.”
“I want a full report when she’s safe, gotit?”
“Yeah, yeah. Look, I gotta go. I’ll call yawhen we have her.” And he hung up.
“Pull up her security tapes,” I told Scottas I began to slowly pace again.
He opened the laptop nearby and fiddledaround with it until he turned it toward me to reveal the last hourbefore she escaped. I sat down and watched intently on how shefigured out exactly what would enable her to escape. I saw her goto sleep, woke up in the middle of the night, and basically createda Molotov cocktail with the shit in her own bathroom. How the fuckhad I let this happen? But what really blew my mind was when shetook what looked like rubber shoe soles, glued them together, andwrapped them around her throat under the collar.
“Son of a bitch …” I muttered under mybreath.
She then changed her clothes and bolted thefuck right out, bypassing all my fuck-up guards and taking off onmy blacked out Panigale. I slammed my fists down on the table androse from my chair so fast that it slammed down to the floor behindme.
“Fuck!” I roared. I paced back and forth,trying to contain my rage until I finally started laughing at theaudacity of it all. I guess Jaden was right. I really hadunderestimated her.
“Call Moross,” I told Scott. “Tell him Iwant to meet an hour earlier so we can wrap this shit up. We have aflight to catch.”
ChapterThirty-Nine
Chase
The wind whipped through my hair as I tookoff down the alley, burning rubber as I tore off into the town. Iknew it was that sheriff on my ass, along with a few of his men. Itook a quick look back as I sped down the main street and saw threeflashing cop cars on my tail. Well, the gig was up, but at least, I had completed my mission, andnow, I wanted to take it a step further. I wanted to see if I couldmake myself famous.
I tore off into the main road, making aright and headed for the big city I could see way off into thedistance. It looked like it was maybe twenty miles away. I kickedthe bike all the way into fifth gear, riding eighty miles an hourin a forty-mile zone, hoping it might actually cause a helicopterto enter the chase. I wanted my fucking face all over the news sothe world could see me.
Thankfully, with it being past three thirty in the morning and stuck in asmall town, there was no one around. No cars on the street, nowalking passersby to accidentally run over. Besides the sirensblaring behind me, it was actually a pretty quiet and peacefulnight, and with the wind and hair in my face, I almost felt free.Almost.
I knew the speed I was going at wasdangerous. Plus, I didn’t have a helmet. But fuck, I hadn’t been ona bike for several months, and Imissed the rush my Ducati at home could give me. I could notbelieve my luck in finding out that Darren had the same bikeas I did. Even all the settings onthe bike were perfect. Darren was so going to kick my ass afterthis.
The cops were closing in on me now, yellingat me to pull over, but I just flipped them off knowing they weredirty anyway. And then I noticed something black and shiny keepingup with me on the next streetover. I looked to my right and saw the exact same