The Hunted

The Hunted: Chapter IV

He practically dragged her out of the apartment. Once they were about to exit the apartment complex he let go of her.

“Someone was watching me when I came in. Grab onto my shirt and DO NOT let go.” She just nodded and fisted her hand in the back of his shirt. He swung open the door, and started cautiously walking towards his bike.

“A bike? What if we get shot at or something?” She whispered, stepping even closer to him to make sure he heard.

“Were switching, don’t worry about it.” They made their way to his bike and he handed her a helmet. She slipped it on silently. He got on, without putting on a helmet, and told her to get on behind him.

She got on, and sat as far away from him as she could manage. He scoffed and said, “Scoot up. Or do you wanna fall off?” She grudgingly scooted up until she was flush against him from behind. “Hold on.” He muttered before gunning the engine and speeding out of the parking lot. She had ignored him at first and keep her hands behind her, holding on the back of her seat, but when he sped up she yelped and clamped onto him. He suppressed the urge to chuckle when she fisted her hands in the front of his shirt and buried her head in his back.

She vaguely registered the feel of his toned stomach under her hands but was too scared to even appreciate the feel of it. Jesus, she was going to die. She had one of the countries most wanted murders after her and she was gonna die on this hunk-of-metal-death-trap, also known as a motorcycle.

Wasn’t that just so funny?

She grimaced as she felt the bike increase in speed and pushed herself impossibly closer into his back. They rode around for what felt like hours, but it was probably only about ten or fifteen minutes. When she felt the decrease in speed, she felt her breathing even out. When they stopped completely, she found she couldn’t move.

“Ms. Lively?” She slowly opened her eyes. “Ms. Lively, are you alright?” Her muscles were still tensed and she knew she was still holding onto him, but she couldn’t move.

“Taylor?” He said it gently this time, and that snapped her out of it. She slowly let go of him, and was more than a little embarrassed when she realized her hands were shaking. He got off the bike and she just leaned forward, bracing her hands on the seat he had just occupied. She took deeps breaths and tried to will away the nausea that was fogging her mind.

“I take it you’re not a fan of motorcycles?” He murmured. She her the underlying amusement in his tone. She huffed, and swung her leg over and hopped off the bike. She groaned when everything started to go fuzzy and she saw the ground rushing up to her face. She had her hands braced, ready to catch herself when she felt rough, warm hands go around her waist and steady her. She leaned into the strong arms, waiting for her vision to clear.

“I really hate you right now.” She said, holding a hand to her forehead.

“Right. Are you okay now or do I have to carry your ass into the room too?” He still had his hands on her. She jerked away and felt the blush warm her cheeks. Dammit, she’d been with him all of thirty minutes and she’d already embarrassed herself.

Fantastic. 

“I’m fine. Lead the way Mr. Body Guard Man.”

He grabbed her bag and handed it to her, and then grabbed his black duffel bag. “Come on then.” he said, walking away. She grumbled curses under her breath as she followed him to the motel room. Once they were inside, he locked the door and closed all the windows.

“Why are we here?”

“We’re waiting for a friend of mine to bring us a car. In the meantime, we’ll just let those guys outside watching us assume that we’re doing... whatever.”