Page 49 of Psycho

If he said anything to that, I didn’t hear or care to hear.

I pushed myself harder when I heard his heavy footsteps behind me.

The heat of the sun blared down on me as my heart jumped crazily inside my chest.

I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t outrun this fucking psycho.

Because I hadn’t recognized his name when Dad first introduced him, but I remembered it now.

This wastheMicah Stone.

The enforcer to the King’s Men MC. And he somehow got it inside his head that I was going home with him.

Like hell.

I didn’t know what hold he had on Dad to get him to agree to this, but I didn’t want to be collateral damage.

A stitch came to my side from the running, and I knew he was getting closer to me without looking back. I could see his shadow chasing me, which meant the man wasn’t that much farther away.

I closed my eyes, a sense of hopelessness coming over me, and I didn’t know what to do.

Fuck, but what could I do?

I hesitated for a quick second, but that was all it took.

He tackled me to the ground.

Somehow, he was able to switch the position of our bodies mid-fall, because I ended up landing on top of him. My stomach felt like it was dropping out from the sensation, and my hands moved over and clutched his shirt automatically.

His hands wrapped around the small of my back tightly.

I wasn’t hurt, but that didn’t mean I didn’t feel the fall.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, there was something in Micah’s eyes that wasn’t emotionless or cold, but something else entirely.

Something I didn’t understand.

Then he shifted us around, stood up, and pulled me with him.

He grabbed my hand and led me to where I had dropped my backpack in the fall, grabbed it—along with all the cash I had—and slung it over his shoulder before he pulled me along.

I struggled.

“Let me go! Let me go!” I screamed, using my other hand to try to twist out of his hold. It didn’t seem to have any effect on the man.

Panic shot through me at the sight of what he was leading us to—a big black truck—something I had noticed vaguely when I had gotten home from school, but now, to know he planned on putting me in there and taking me to God knows where…

“No!”

He let out a small sigh, as if I was the one inconveniencing him, before he turned around, picked me up from the waist, and settled me on his shoulder.

That panic was now a full-blown freak-out, and I wriggled, trying to get away, but he…

He held on tight.

We got to the truck, and he opened the door and shoved me inside.

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