Julie Miller - Takedown

“We were never friends.” Jillian seethed between clenched teeth as she released her defensive grip and shoved him away. She pulled the SUV door open and climbed in.

“I like this new you. You’ve got spirit. It’s hot.”

With a groan at the unappreciated compliment, Jillian slammed the door shut. And locked it.

He was laughing as she started the engine. “You know where to find me if you change your mind. About anything.”

Not bloody likely.

She leaned on the horn to get Lynch to move. The big black man might have saved her from some serious hurt once, had maybe even saved her life—and for that intervention she would always be grateful—but he seemed in no mood to go against his boss tonight. The time it took him to pull a cigar from his trench coat pocket and light it was the time Jillian needed to realize just how helpless she was at this moment. And just how annoyingly right Michael Cutler had been about the dangers of trespassing through No-Man’s Land after dark.

Her breath caught in her throat and stuttered out on a mix of fear and adrenaline.

Locked doors couldn’t keep Isaac and Lynch out if they wanted in. A bullet could pierce her windshield. They could march Troy and Dexter out here right now and threaten them, and she’d do whatever Isaac said to keep the boys safe. When she’d been high on coke or desperate for a fix, Jillian hadn’t fully understood just how inescapably at the mercy of these two men she’d been.

She understood the threat now as clearly as the gun peeking from the holster inside Lynch’s coat. Get out of here! She honked again. Now!

Isaac rapped on her window and grinned as she startled halfway out of her seat. “You come see me again sometime soon, babe. I’ll have something real good for you, I promise. The first line will be on the house.”

Then he raised his hand and signaled Lynch to move his car. The instant the Cadillac had pulled back enough for Jillian to squeeze her SUV out, she stomped on the accelerator, peeling away in a blind rush to freedom and safety, leaving Rush and Lynch and the tarnished memories from a past she couldn’t quite escape behind her.

Her heart wasn’t pounding so hard against her ribs that she couldn’t feel the still watchful eyes glued to her every movement as she sped away.

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