Page 104 of Undone

“Good thinking!”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“I wasn’t.” Devon unties his kerchief and opens his mouth, stuffing it in. After she’s done securing our prisoner, she fastens the seatbelt around him.

“Safety first.”

Shanna bursts into a fit of giggles and snaps a pic of him with her phone.

“Where are Duke and Rog anyway? I can’t believe we actually got this far.”

“Probably two hours behind us. I made fake reservations at a spa in Seattle. Charged it too. It bought us some time.”

The pledge’s phone rings from inside his pocket. I fish it out, “It’s Smith.” I answer the call pressing the speaker icon.

“Do you have them? Duke and Rog are flipping the fuck out, brotha. Talk to me.”

“He doesn’t have us. We. Have. Him.” I reply.

“Luce? Angel?” He pauses, stunned that it’s me.

“Don’t call me that.” I end the call, “Text him the picture. Tell him to back off.”

Shanna grins, “Done.”

My phone rings seconds later. “Do you really want to start a war with me, babe?”

“You started the war. I’m ending it.” I reply, hanging up on him again.

“Holy shit. That was hot. I’ve never seen this side to you Luce. If I were into girls—,” Shanna trails off.

Devon smacks her lightly. “The pregnancy hormones really are raging.”

“I’m horny all the time. It’s like all the blood flows goes down there.” She points south.

Giggling, we climb back inside the truck sing our hearts out to country tunes and get drunk on cheap rest stop coffee. My heart hasn’t felt this light in months. Since the days when I first let Smith inside.

Muffles, cursing, and kicking brings us all back to reality.

“Shit. He’s awake.”

“Calm down! We’re not actually going to hurt you.” I rest my hand on him. His eyes bulge, so I pull the bandana from his mouth.

“You won’t. But he will.”

“Smith?”

The pledge nods.

“No, he won’t. Not if I get to him first.”

“How far are we until Canada?”

“About seven hours.”

“You need a rest. I’ll drive.” Shanna pulls over, switching spots with Devon.

“He doesn’t have a passport on him.”

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