Undercover Captor(13)

She wasn’t in the mood for company, either.

He gave her the gun.

Wait. What?

“Use it, but only if you have to.”

Then he opened the door. They slipped outside.

And a man with a gun immediately appeared in their path.

“Stone!” He glared at Drew. “You traitor! Lee warned me about you!” He brought up his gun.

Drew kicked out at the guy; his boot connecting with a snap. The gun went flying, and so did the man. His head slammed into the cement behind him.

“Got you!” a voice snarled from Tina’s right, a bare moment before hard hands wrapped around her. Those hands tried to rip her away from Drew’s side, but with the cuffs, that wasn’t happening.

But the vicious pull did make Drew attack. He spun and struck out with his fist.

The attacker let her go, but only for an instant. Only so he could lunge at Drew.

No.

She hit the guy with the butt of her gun.

He went down with a groan.

Drew curled his cuffed fingers around hers. “Nice job, Doc. Now let’s go.”

Because no one else had seen them, not yet. Darkness had fallen once more, and the glittering stars were above them as they raced toward what looked like an old barn.

They stayed to the shadows. Drew stopped her several times, lifting his hand and freezing when a rustle of movement sounded.

Then they were in the barn. Only, Tina quickly realized, it was more of a garage than a barn. Broken-down cars waited inside. Rusty tools lined the wooden walls. And, from what she could see, there was no means of escape. This plan wasn’t working. “We need the helicopter,” she said, grabbing his arm. The helicopter was their best bet. They could fly right out of that place.

“The chopper’s too secure,” Drew softly replied as he pulled her toward a thick, dark tarp. “We wouldn’t be able to fuel it and get out of here before every man in the area swarmed us.”

A swarming sounded bad.

“This is what we need.” He tossed the tarp aside.

She saw the curving body of a motorcycle. One that looked as if it had seen better days a very long time ago. “Uh, I’m not sure...”

He’d already climbed on the motorcycle, the movement, of course, propelling her forward.

Tina dug in her heels. “There are tools here. Maybe we can cut the cuffs.” So what if most of the tools looked to be about ten years old? There could be a sharp saw in there, somewhere.

“Our priority is getting to freedom right now, before a patrol comes through here.” His eyes glittered at her. “We don’t have any more time to waste. Get on the bike.”

“I don’t see a helmet.”

She heard voices then, rising from outside.

He heard them, too. His body tensed. “Get on the bike!”

She’d just broken the no-hesitation rule of his again. Tina jumped on the motorcycle just as someone threw open the door to the garage.

“What the hell?” the guy in the doorway demanded. “Stone?”

Drew revved the motorcycle’s engine. Because of their linked hands, Tina had to stretch her arm out next to his and had to press her body intimately close.

“Hold on,” Drew told her.

She already was. For dear life.

The bike leaped forward, heading straight for the man in the doorway. Tina clamped her lips together so that she wouldn’t scream.

After all, there was no need for her to scream. The man in the doorway was doing plenty of screaming.

Then that man was diving out of the way. Drew drove the motorcycle right through the door and out into the night.

Wind whipped against Tina’s body, her hair flying behind her and— Oh, no, she realized that she’d dropped the gun.

Not exactly the pro move of an agent.

But then, she wasn’t an agent, and she needed both hands to hold tight to Drew because he wasn’t heading for some nice, paved road.

He was heading straight for a fence. One that had barbed wire at the top.

“Uh, Drew...”

“Don’t worry, Doc. I got this.”

At least, that was what she thought he said. It was hard to tell for certain over the roar of the bike. They were going faster and faster and— Was that a ramp? No, no, that was just boards, propped up against the fence. He couldn’t possibly ride up on those—

He could.

He did.

They hurtled over the fence, clearing the barbed wire with inches to spare, even as voices shouted behind them.

When the bike touched down, Tina nearly flew right off the cracked seat. Luckily, the handcuff—and her death grip on Drew—had her jerking right back down.

The motorcycle’s wheels spun. Dirt flew in the air. But Drew righted the bike before they could crash.

They hurtled forward once more.

Bullets thudded into the ground behind them.