Page 41 of Blazing Desires
The sound of the garage doors rolling up to reveal the night beyond is barely audible over the roar of the engine. Blaze leans forward suddenly until we're shooting out into the night, leaving gravel and dust flying in our wake. Where my head is turned, I can see security running towards us and aiming their guns.
We're going to die.
I'm not worried about me, but I don't want them to hurt Blaze. He doesn't deserve to lose his life because I fucked up again. I squeeze him tighter, trying to wrap as much of my body around him as I can to protect him from the inevitable bullets that will surely hit us.
But they don't come, and Blaze has noticed too because the bike picks up speed until we're gaining on the gates. The tall, ornate black gates that could mimic the entrance to hell are firmly closed.
We're going to crash.
Blaze takes a hand off the handle and reaches into his pocket. Seconds later the gates open. My mind puts two and two together—he’s using his phone to open them, just like he used it to turn off the lights in my room.
How does he do that?
I can feel the press of a headache at all the swirling questions and thoughts in my mind. So, I do what I do best and shove them in a box, closing the lid to deal with later. Becoming numb on the inside as well as the outside as we ride into the night and leave everything I know behind.
Chapter 18
Over My Dead Body
Blaze
Everything I had planned so I could get my revenge had gone up in flames.
I need to re-plan and consider my options for how to take her bastard father down from the outside. Things just got so much harder for me but for now, I focus on getting us somewhere safe.
Fuck!
I'm pissed at myself, but there was no way I could stand back and let him hurt her. He's fucking lucky that my priority was getting her out of that room safely instead of slowly killing him until he begged me for the mercy of a quick death.
I didn't even have a chance to check her over and see if she was okay. The fact that she was holding onto me tightly on the back of my bike brought me some comfort, but I was still worried about her. She's been mute ever since we left that room. Not a single word has left those soft, delicate pink lips.
My hands tighten on the handles as we fly through the night, winding through the hillside roads as I take us as far away as possible from hell. I take a breath to steady the anger and worry simmering in my veins, but it doesn't ease the burn, so I reach down with my left hand and squeeze her jean-clad knee. I needto feel that she’s here with me and I’m not imagining it, that I actually got her out.
She's cold under my hot palms, and that only pisses me off more. I move my hand to cover hers, which are like blocks of ice in the autumn air. I should have packed her some gloves, but there was no time. We had to get out of there before one of his cronies got to us or decided to pull the trigger.
Over my dead body would they take her from me, again.
Holding onto her delicate hand, I rub my thumb back and forth over the soft, cold skin. The motion soothes me as much as I do it to soothe her. We stay like this as we cross through small villages and towns, my hand only leaving hers for corners and winding roads. The night is fully dark now, the honey-gold tones of the warm sun having completely dissipated until the only thing in the sky is a crescent moon and a million stars.
It's beautiful, but we have no time to stop and admire it. So I forge on, knowing we have to get to our destination tonight, putting as much distance between us and Anthony Elodie as possible. I'd already scanned my bike for bugs using my phone. It pays to have a tech firm of your own with ways to infiltrate a household. The fucker never saw it coming.
Nobody would ever know that I built DivineNexus Inc. from the ground up. My name isn't attached to the company in any way, I'm like a ghost who siphons what I need from it. I've always been intrigued by tech since I was a little boy, and my mum bought me my first laptop. I'd spend hours learning how to code, how to break things and put them back together again.
A few hours have passed, and checking my phone I see it’s past midnight. We’re close to our destination, so I kick the speed up a notch now we’re in the middle of nowhere with only trees surrounding us.
Finally, I see the exit I need ahead. You wouldn't notice it while driving unless you knew what to look for. It’s surroundedby trees and foliage at the edge of the road, but the ground is always covered in pine needles, which is helpful in covering a motorcycle’s tracks.
Easing off the throttle, I turn right and we slowly make our way down the track. A dense forest looms around us as we follow the winding path to our sanctuary. It’s pitch black save for the headlights on the bike, but I’ve done this drive so many times could do it blindfolded if I had to. The only reason I haven’t done that is due to how often the trees lose branches. I’ve never fancied getting into a wreck for the sake of proving myself right.
We amble down the track until finally, nestled inside the trees like a child in a blanket, we get to our safe haven. It's built to blend in, with no lights on the outside and big wooden shutters keeping the light in at night. We will be safe here, for a while at least.
I pull out my phone and open the door to the dark garage. We drive in and it closes behind us while I kill the engine, placing the kickstand down to stabilise the bike. Davina is still clamped around me, her muscles locked from the adrenaline, cold, and the position she's been in for hours, so I don't bother asking her to get off first.
I loosen her arms gently from my waist and remove the bags, placing them on the floor. I turn to my right, wrapping one hand around her back and the other under her thigh, twisting her into a straddling position in my lap. Instinctively, I pull her to my chest and wrap my arms around her. Her small frame slots perfectly against mine and I hold her as close to me as this position will allow.
She doesn't try to pull away and I can't stop myself from rubbing small circles on her back. I could say it's to help her warm up, but it’s for me. To make sure she is real and that we really got away.
After a couple of minutes pass, I place her hands around my neck. I have one hand under her perfect ass and the other on my bike for leverage as I swing my leg over the seat, taking her with me. I don't put her down. Instead, I head over to the wooden workbench on the back wall, using the light from the bike to see and place her on it. Her legs fall from around my waist as her arms do the same from my neck, and I mourn the loss of her touch.
