“Don’t cut yourself!” Krista cried out.
Pausing, I slowly cocked my head at her. “Thanks for the advice.”
I got to work, sliding the knife along the ropes until I finally felt some give. It was working. I chuckled to myself, wishing the guys could see me right now. I was in a dangerous situation, without any of them, and I was killing it.
Finally, my wrist broke free and I grabbed the knife, quickly undoing my bonds before moving on to Krista. The gunfire grew louder by the second until men finally infiltrated the building, going right for the cages.
The last rope came free around her ankle and I hauled her to her feet. I had enough presence of mind to know that we did not want to get caught up in whatever this was. As the men called out vaguely familiar orders, I grabbed Krista’s hand and dragged her to a rear exit. It had one of those alarms above it, and the moment I shoved open the door, I knew we’d be spotted.
But it was a chance I’d have to take.
Pulling her along the wall, I stopped just shy of the door and turned, holding her shoulders and forcing her to face me. “When I shove open that door, an alarm is going to sound. We run hard, and we don’t stop until we’re in a crowded spot. If for any reason you lose me, get to someplace crowded and call your brother.”
“But—”
“Just do it!”
Biting her lip, she nodded.
I must have been hearing things because I swore someone called my name just as I flung the door open. I dragged Krista out into the night, down a dark alley that fed onto the main street. We were almost there, almost in the clear.
We took off to the right and crossed the street when there was a gap in the traffic. I thought I heard someone shouting behind me, but I didn’t dare turn around to find out who was after us.
“There!” Krista shouted at the lit-up building in the distance.
It was as good a place as any, and I desperately needed something to clear the drugs from my system. Whoever was inside had to have a phone, and I’d call Cap. He’d know what to do.
We shoved through the doors and stopped in our tracks at the smiling woman behind the counter.
“Honeymoon special?”
Rubbingmy hands over my face, I groaned. “Oh, God.”
“Yep,” Krista nodded.
“What the hell were we thinking?”
“We were drugged up. I’m pretty sure we weren’t thinking about anything.”
Leaning back in the pew, I stared up at the ceiling. We were married. Full-on hitched, and the only way to stop it was to get it annulled.
That was going to be a little difficult since the men who were after us before were after us again now. And then there was Derek, Sinner, and Claire.
We had to find them and figure out what to do from here.
“What do we do now?” Krista asked.
“We need to find Derek and Sinner. They’ll know what to do. And then we’ll call Cap and?—”
“No, I mean, what do we do about the fact that we’re married?” she snapped.
Glancing over at her in confusion, I sat there with my mouth hanging open like an idiot. “Nothing.”
“Rob, we’re married! Up until this morning, you couldn’t even remember my name.”
Again, I just sat there until my brain finally processed that I needed to say something intelligent. “There are men after us. Bad men. They want you because they think you stole something. They want me because they think I’m your John and I was in cahoots with you. Being married is the least of our problems!”
I was met with silence, which I greatly appreciated.