Hunted

Sneak Peek

My shoulder slammed into each passerby, forcing them out of my way. The breath that escaped my lungs came out in labored intervals and I spared a quick glance over my shoulder.

The subway station was in peak rush hour, business men and women migrated throughout the dingy area. There was a small commotion near the ticket area and I spied two faces staring straight at me. It was the call of my name that caused me to turn my attention forward. Escape was close, the doors right ahead of me.

A painful surge of adrenaline made me sprint faster. The realization of how close my pursuers were was terrifying. They found me too quickly; I'd made sure my location was unknown. But there they were. Two of the men that had been on my tail for the past week.

The man in front of me was shoved to the side as I continued toward my escape. The yells I heard earlier were suddenly closer and I could imagine their hands grabbing out toward me. My assumption proved correct when another person was pushed to the side a few feet beside me.

A face with fiery brown eyes appeared in my path and he extended his arms, trying to get me to stop, "Sang!"

I forced myself to ignore how my heart raced at the sight of his beautiful face. Instead, I focused on the betrayal and the indignation moved my feet faster. He hadn't prepared for me to duck around him and his hands grabbed at empty air. His soft curse of surprise was all I heard before I continued my race toward freedom.

By now the crowd parted for me easily. All they saw was a young girl running from her pursuers. They didn't see a fugitive running for her life.

Dodging through the last bit of the crowd, my hands made contact with the metal of the subway. The doors were shutting and the passengers eyed me carefully. With a desperate pull, I shoved myself in between the metal doors. They closed behind me with a whoosh of air.

Now that my escape was certain, if only for a few more hours, I stared out into the crowd. The two men stood side by side. Their pained expressions reflected on one another as they stared back at me. The moment lasted until the subway began to move, taking me away from them.

Pressing my nose against the glass, I watched as their bodies became hidden by the incoming tunnel.

The last thing I saw was Victor pulling out his phone. Beside him, Marc scanned the subway station with an emotion I couldn't discern.

As I scrambled toward an empty seat, my heart skipped a beat as I realized what he was looking for. My eyes flickered toward the camera at the front of the subway and my pulse stuttered back to life.

I need to get out of here.

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Little Note:

This is a plot bunny that got stuck in my head after reading so many wonderful stories featuring all fourteen boys. I've already started writing it, but I won't post it if I'm stepping on anyone's toes. Tell me what you guys think?

Thank you!