hit the state highway that would lead them out of Colorado. She wouldn’t turn around, but she felt the cold chill of death claw at her spine. She scooted closer to St. John.
He accelerated for a short distance and then killed the engine to allow the Hog to coast onto the shoulder. Panic clawed its way from her belly to the goose bumps on her skin. He wasn’t going back, was he?
“What are you doing?” she begged, gripping him tighter. “Lets get out of here.”
“We’ve come too far on this bike. I stashed the truck on this service road. Thought you’d appreciate the break from a saddle.” He winked at her and pulled her close for another quick kiss.
He guided her through the darkness and the thick brush until they arrived at the hidden pickup truck. Once St. John had hefted the bike into the back of the truck, he held the driver’s side door open for her.
“Thank you for thinking of me, but I’m sure you were thinking about my head in your lap while I napped. Right?” she began to feel more relaxed and playful as they pulled out onto the highway and headed east.
“Well, maybe. You do need your rest, Abi.”
“I’ll feel fine after we get onto the interstate, though I’m already feeling better. I’m glad we were able to leave on good terms with the Savages—don’t need those crazy bastards hunting us too.” Her words, once spoken, sunk in. Although intended for St. John, their weight bombarded her.
“Hunted,” she whispered.
“It’ll be okay, baby,” St. John assured her, his arm around her shoulders. “We survived this far, it’ll be okay as long as we stay together.”
“Always my love. Always,” she nestled into his torso and settled for the drive.
Suddenly, a violent explosion rocked the truck. St. John yelled as he jerked his tattooed forearm away from the sizzling rear window. Heat and debris shot through the cab. St. John slammed his boot down on the brake. Abigail was thrown forward. Her head bounced off the dashboard. Their heads knocked into each other in the chaos. They both spun to look back toward the brilliant flames erupting from his Harley Davidson.
“What happened?” she screamed.
“Fucking brothers put a timed detonator on the bike. They thought we’d get on the highway before it blew.”
Abigail slumped. Numbness set in. Tears streamed down her cheeks. They dried quickly against her skin in the heat. St. John reached for her hand as a second explosion rocked the truck.
“Hunted,” she whispered once more.
THE END
Special Note
I’ve long been fascinated with the psychology that creates actual people like the characters in the Savage Souls Series. Reviews and readers have been astonished at the brutality and barbarianism of the cast. Unfortunately, they do exist among us.
Be on the lookout for more in the Savage Souls Series. Here’s a taste to keep you savage. There’s a reason they say “Savages Forever – Forever Savages”
Sample Chapter
J ustice Boudreaux was in a foreign land to kill. Why—because that’s what his government trained him to do. He was good at it. He knew it and the CIA knew it. The trouble with this whole fucked up scenario was his target also knew it.
His rubbery sole slipped in the sandy coating that painted everything. Justice paused to scan the hard, jagged region just beyond the border of Pakistan. Mountainous and arid, he eyed his partner without confidence in her ability to maintain the track.
Sweat flowed from his gnarled beard. Water was scarce, so he didn’t bother wasting it on dousing for comfort—it was survival. His partner, chosen because their target didn’t like women, had a different purpose for her canteen’s contents. Her glint showed determination, but Justice still doubted Batya Cohen’s abilities. He wagged his head as she sucked from the Camelback water bladder strapped to her backpack.
“You’d think breaching Pakistan without their government’s knowledge would be a bigger problem than
He accelerated for a short distance and then killed the engine to allow the Hog to coast onto the shoulder. Panic clawed its way from her belly to the goose bumps on her skin. He wasn’t going back, was he?
“What are you doing?” she begged, gripping him tighter. “Lets get out of here.”
“We’ve come too far on this bike. I stashed the truck on this service road. Thought you’d appreciate the break from a saddle.” He winked at her and pulled her close for another quick kiss.
He guided her through the darkness and the thick brush until they arrived at the hidden pickup truck. Once St. John had hefted the bike into the back of the truck, he held the driver’s side door open for her.
“Thank you for thinking of me, but I’m sure you were thinking about my head in your lap while I napped. Right?” she began to feel more relaxed and playful as they pulled out onto the highway and headed east.
“Well, maybe. You do need your rest, Abi.”
“I’ll feel fine after we get onto the interstate, though I’m already feeling better. I’m glad we were able to leave on good terms with the Savages—don’t need those crazy bastards hunting us too.” Her words, once spoken, sunk in. Although intended for St. John, their weight bombarded her.
“Hunted,” she whispered.
“It’ll be okay, baby,” St. John assured her, his arm around her shoulders. “We survived this far, it’ll be okay as long as we stay together.”
“Always my love. Always,” she nestled into his torso and settled for the drive.
Suddenly, a violent explosion rocked the truck. St. John yelled as he jerked his tattooed forearm away from the sizzling rear window. Heat and debris shot through the cab. St. John slammed his boot down on the brake. Abigail was thrown forward. Her head bounced off the dashboard. Their heads knocked into each other in the chaos. They both spun to look back toward the brilliant flames erupting from his Harley Davidson.
“What happened?” she screamed.
“Fucking brothers put a timed detonator on the bike. They thought we’d get on the highway before it blew.”
Abigail slumped. Numbness set in. Tears streamed down her cheeks. They dried quickly against her skin in the heat. St. John reached for her hand as a second explosion rocked the truck.
“Hunted,” she whispered once more.
THE END
Special Note
I’ve long been fascinated with the psychology that creates actual people like the characters in the Savage Souls Series. Reviews and readers have been astonished at the brutality and barbarianism of the cast. Unfortunately, they do exist among us.
Be on the lookout for more in the Savage Souls Series. Here’s a taste to keep you savage. There’s a reason they say “Savages Forever – Forever Savages”
Sample Chapter
J ustice Boudreaux was in a foreign land to kill. Why—because that’s what his government trained him to do. He was good at it. He knew it and the CIA knew it. The trouble with this whole fucked up scenario was his target also knew it.
His rubbery sole slipped in the sandy coating that painted everything. Justice paused to scan the hard, jagged region just beyond the border of Pakistan. Mountainous and arid, he eyed his partner without confidence in her ability to maintain the track.
Sweat flowed from his gnarled beard. Water was scarce, so he didn’t bother wasting it on dousing for comfort—it was survival. His partner, chosen because their target didn’t like women, had a different purpose for her canteen’s contents. Her glint showed determination, but Justice still doubted Batya Cohen’s abilities. He wagged his head as she sucked from the Camelback water bladder strapped to her backpack.
“You’d think breaching Pakistan without their government’s knowledge would be a bigger problem than
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