Convict

Chapter One

Ryker wrapped his arm around the curvy woman and felt her ass against his dick. Damn it, this wasn’t supposed to make him think of sex, or taking her hard. He’d not had a woman in a very long time, but then being incarcerated for murder would do that. The only evidence that would have been able to save him had been destroyed, or at least the men who framed him thought it had. Everyone had been working against him, and he’d been way too foolish to trust those that he thought were there to help him.

“Please don’t kill me,” she said.

Even her voice sounded so sweet to him. He’d always been a sucker for curves, and this woman was so soft and fuckable. She was his key to getting away. He couldn’t stay here, and he hoped to God that she lived far away from the cops. No one had paid them any attention so far, and that was exactly how he wanted it to stay.

“Do what I say, and don’t try anything funny, and I won’t kill you.” Right now, it was the last thing he wanted to do. His dick was really happy to be next to her.

“O-okay.”

“Good, put the groceries down, and I want you to climb behind the wheel. Don’t make a single sound, or even let anyone know that you’re upset. I will kill you before anyone even gets here to help you.”

She nodded her head.

At the count of three, he told her to do it.

She placed the grocery bag in the back of her car, lowering the trunk. He walked toward the passenger side, and they climbed into the vehicle together. Her hands shook as she started up the motor. Leaving the small grocery store, he watched as she smiled at a few passing people and gave them a wave.

“Do you want me to drive you somewhere?”

“Where do you live?”

She nibbled her lip and glanced toward him.

Waving the gun in her face, he shook his head. “I don’t have all day.”

“I live near the forest.”

“Alone?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it.

“I’ll know if you’re lying. Come on, little girl, tell me. Do you live alone?”

“I’m not a girl, and yes, I live alone.” She shot him a glare. “Will you please put that damn gun down? It’s not doing me any favors right now, and no one’s around for miles.”

“You’ve got a bit of a mouth on you.”

“I’m not the one asking for favors here.”

“Be careful,” he said.

“Then kill me,” she said.

“Just a second ago you were telling me not to kill you.”

“Well, now I’ve changed my mind. We’re heading to my home, and I’m not going to have you threatening me, pointing a gun at me. It’s rude.”

He stared at her, a little shocked by her sudden outburst and her backbone.

“You’re insane.”

“You’re not the first person to tell me that, and I’m pretty sure you won’t be the last. Be thankful. Half of the women in town would have screamed their heads off at being shown a gun.”

This made him watch her. She hadn’t screamed or shouted for help. Her gaze had been wide as she looked at him.

“Why didn’t you?”

“You’re not the first guy to point a gun at my face.”

He saw her hands grip the steering wheel even tighter, and he didn’t like the way his gut twisted.

“I take it you’re a criminal? On the run?”

“Yes.”

“You know how this story ends, right? They hunt you down, find you, and put you back where you came from,” she said.

“Not this time.”

“You’re going to outsmart the law?”

“That’s what I’m going to do, and I’m going to prove that I’m innocent.”

She shrugged and kept on driving.

“You’re not going to ask me why I was in jail?” he asked.

“Don’t know, don’t care. It’s not going to help me any, is it?”

“What’s your name?” He didn’t like not knowing her name, or what to call her.

“Scarlett. What’s yours?”

“Ryker.”

“Nice to meet you.”

This made him chuckle. “You’re just full of surprises today.”

“Have to be. You’ve got to live every single day as it comes.”

She pulled off the road and started to take a short, narrow road. They entered a bunch of trees, and must have driven for over two miles before she came out, and there sat against the forest backdrop was a large, cabin-style house.

“It’s not a lot, but it’s home. I’ve got electricity, Wi-Fi, and a working bathroom.” Without waiting for him to say anything, she climbed out of the car, went to the trunk, and picked up her groceries.

He got out of the car and watched her, not sure what to say or do. One moment she’d been scared, and now it seemed normal to her to see a gun.

She didn’t wait around for him, entering her home without closing the door. A large Labrador came out. The dog walked up to him, gave him a sniff, then seemed to see he wasn’t much of a threat and walked off.