Page 32 of Midnight Torment

Yeah, I had had quite the collection, at least ninety percent of them had never been used. I tended to buy them with the intention of using them, but then I realised that plastic and batteries didn’t turn me on the same way Jordan did. They’d been a crutch that never really scratched the itch he left behind.

He turned off at the next exit and I noticed the dark-coloured car move into our lane to follow us. My eyes never moved from watching it in the wingmirror beside me. A car moved into position behind it, and I guessed it was Xavier and Ash.

“How many men do you think are in the car following us?” I asked.

“It’s not that car you need to worry about. That is just the one tracking us. There will be more vehicles it’s in communication with.”

I slowly turned to stare at him with my mouth open.

“Thanks for the invite, baby, but I’m a bit busy to take you up on your offer.” I snapped my mouth closed and gave him the bug-eye, and the asshole grinned as if he won an argument.

“We are in the middle of a car chase and you are turning my shock and fear into sexual acts,” I said, continuing to glare at him.

His grin widened. “This isn’t a car chase, Megan. No one is speeding and we haven’t got our guns out yet.”

I folded my arms across my chest and sank further down into my chair. “You aren’t making me feel any better,” I muttered. “Driving is dangerous enough without killing us by driving recklessly or shooting tyres.”

His laugh washed over me and there was excitement in his eyes that told me that Jordan craved this type of adrenaline rush.Great.I had my very own little psychopath as a boyfriend.

But the fact that he was actually mine made me sit here in the middle of danger.

I grabbed his hand on the gear stick. “I would prefer if we both survived this,” I said. “This is our second chance.”

He looked at me for a split second, his hand turning beneath mine to hold it. Jordan lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to my wrist. “We’ll survive this, baby. I promise you.”

He melted my heart because these were the moments when I saw the real Jordan, not the hard man with no emotions. The asshole that existed in a courtroom disappeared when it was just the two of us.

“You have that purse with you?” Jordan asked.

I knew what he was saying without words. “Yeah, I have the keys.” Each key held a piece of the story of a life he prepared for me in the event of his death. Every one of those keys bored into my soul and left me aching inside. I never wanted to use them without Jordan joining me on that journey.

“Okay.” He accelerated as we turned into an industrial estate. “You ready for a car chase?” Jordan grinned and winked at me.

“Not really, but something tells me I don’t have a choice.” I pushed my ass as far into the chair as it would go and gripped the side of the seat with my left hand. He released my right hand, sharply lowered the gear, and hit the accelerator to make us lurch forward. My stomach jumped into my throat and hammered in my ears.

Warehouses flashed past on either side of the car. The black car behind came into focus in the wingmirror again. They were definitely following us.

“I can’t see Zee and Ash anymore,” I almost shouted.

“They’re taking the backway into our property. They’ll be waiting for us when we get there.”

I had expected them to box the car in that was following us, and then do whatever it was they did to eliminate a risk. I refused to think what that entailed, because in my head, Jordan was a sexy defence barrister that worked in his family business in his spare time. The fact that he made me train every day to be able to disable an attacker was the equivalent of keep fit in my mind.

My eyes were glued to the wingmirror and my pulse leapt when more cars appeared. “There’s more of them!” I almost screamed.

“I told you that was just the observation vehicle,” Jordan replied, his attention fully on the road. “We’re coming up to the entrance into our property. Hold tight!”

If I gripped the seat any tighter, I’d break my nails. I was surprised that they weren’t already fractured stumps.

At the last moment, he hit the brakes and spun the steering wheel of the car to manoeuvre us in through large metal gates. The car screeched in protest and Jordan crunched down through the gears before the wheels spun as he took off. One of the cars bumped into another one before they all scrambled to follow us.

“Dickheads,” Jordan muttered. “They can’t even follow someone without fucking it up.”

“Could we not just close the gates and hide in here?” I shouted.

“The guys will close the gates when they are all inside,” he replied and continued to accelerate down toward several warehouses.

“Why the fuck would you lock them in here with us?” I stopped and my eyes widened when the full implication slammed into me.

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