Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

It’s the first time he’s been struck, but it’s a mercy compare to what I could do with less blunt force.

“If you don’t have it in you to kill him or watch him die, leave it to Sledge. He’s capable and willing,” I tell Drex, mostly letting him know I expect this shit to get followed through with.

“It feels…easy,” Drex says quietly.

“It took this fucking long for him to fall into one of our many trap scenarios. I’d hardly call it fucking easy. It’s just that we finally caught the perfect break we needed, and I was properly motivated,” I assure him, taking full credit.

He narrows the one eye that isn’t swollen shut at me, while Herrin sneers at our humble celebration.

I smirk down at him, not letting him see just how much I really do want to celebrate. I want that spirit fully broken, needing him to think this has all been too easy.

That’s it. Kara’s been out of my sight too long.

Sledge gives me a nod, and I clap him on the shoulder on my way by. “See you later,” I lie.

“We’ll have a drink,” he adds, like he says almost every time we go through some shit.

I smile to myself, pulling my cut off and folding it over my bike, leaving the key in the ignition.

Kara is with Sarah, the two of them cutting their eyes in my direction. Kara’s brow furrows as I walk away from my bike, grabbing the keys to the truck that unlocks beside her.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Either you get in, or I take my car instead, and you can ride in the trunk,” I tell her as I open the door next to her.

She eyes it warily, as Sarah heads off without another word.

Without overthinking it, she climbs in, and I prepare to deal with a furious Drex when he realizes I’ve gone and truly kidnapped his sister, just like I said I was going to all along.

No one ever takes me serious enough, and I’m not sure why. I’m usually a serious guy.

“Call me when you have a phone,” Sarah tells her.

“No. That’s how she baits you, offering you favors she can offer, in return for a favor of her own. She’s the give-and-take genie with wishes, and you can’t get out once you’re in,” I cut in, waving Sarah off like she’s a virus.

She laughs under her breath as she walks away, and Kara sighs as she slides in on the bench seat.

“You’re really screwed up in the head, huh?” she asks a little rudely.

“Absolutely. But I’ve never once thought of actually hurting you, so you’re safe,” I assure her, smiling in case she needs the extra reassurance.

She gives me a bland look as I drag her to the edge of the seat and step between her legs, tipping her chin back as I stare down at her. We should go before she remembers what’s going on in there.

“I’ll kill, maim, and torture any single other person in the world to ensure not one fucking hair on your head would get harmed. I tried not to get sucked in again, Kara. Lasted a hot fucking second with each new attempt,” I tell her very honestly, my lips teasing hers. “You’re quite fucking honestly the only damn thing that has ever really made me happy. I’d like to enjoy that for—”

Her lips find mine before I can finish, and I come down on top of her, kissing her to distraction, drinking her in while I can, before I have to restrain her and kidnap her once again.

“I love you even if you are crazy,” she says against my lips, hungrily drinking me in.

I groan, wishing I could savor this a little longer, but we need to get going before everyone starts wondering where we are and makes a fuss.

She says it so casually, as though I haven’t waited all these years to hear it as much as possible. She’s been off to a good start, but I need to soak her in a lot more before I can believe she’s really mine again.

Her smile disappears very abruptly as I secure her wrists to the door with the zip-tie.

“What the—”

She jerks her legs around, dodging the door as I shut it.

“Rush, what the hell?” she snaps as I hop in behind the wheel, cranking the truck.

“We’re going on a little road trip. Any suggestions for tunes? Bathroom breaks will be a minimum, because I plan to be there in two days.”

She blinks at me, her mouth opening and closing. “In the back, I have everything we need to live on for a while, and I have a revenue stream to support us, so long as we live modestly,” I add. “Clothing will even be optional.”

I rev the engine on her gasp, and I cut down the streets of Halo. Until Sarah calls in her favor, it’ll be the last time I’m in Halo.