Pedaling her bike against the biting wind, Kolonia’s face had once per year so the
license,” she grumbled to becoll
Aubree tightened her jatket against the chill, completely oblivious to the red haired fie asgering out from the bar the pet paced
Jacob’s bloodshot eyes Incked onto the retrating figure. Before his atcofel elmeted mind could process at was happening, he’d zindey were dete his motorcycle and mared off in purssit.
Jacob thought to himsell, Well, I hadn’t even gone looking for her yet, and the just felt right into my las.
Nubree, huh? So you’ve got some so called connection with Bowen, Well, that paltry little acqualelance won’t mean a damn thing in
The roar of a motorcycle engine suddenly erupted beside Aubree’s ear. Before the could even identify the rider, a tekstur shot past then, a brike skidded sideways, abruptly blocking her path
Everything happened in a split second–Aubree had no time to brake and crashed head on into the motorcycle’s front.
The impact sent Aubree reeling
Aubree barely managed to steady herself, narrowly avoiding an
an embarrassing faceplant. “What i
I hell is wrong with you?”
Jacob didn’t even care about his motorcycle, reeking of alcohol, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her. He drawled menacingly, “Well, well, if it isn’t Aubren Long time no see.”
“What do you want?” Aubree demanded. He’d been digging into her past
Jacob scoffed, “What do I want? Wasn’t it obvious last time? Stop playing dumb. You’re just kicked out by the Wilson family–how the hill – did you suddenly get so capable?
“Looks like you’ve already been passed around by Bowen and Alvin. I’m from the Timberlake family. Do you know my sister She’s mamed to Bowen older brother. Even Alvin has to call me uncle. Stick with me, and I’ll treat you right.”
“Are you out of your mind!” Aubree was genuinely taken aback by Jacob’s family connections.
No sooner had Aubree fallen out with Bowen than she ran straight into Jacob, hitting on her. She thought to herself, “Just my luck.”
Most importantly, even in her previous life,
knew that Bowen deeply respected his elder brother, and, by extension, ha sister–in-l
To make matters worse, there wasn’t a soul in sight.
Aubree thought to herself, Jacob is drunk–he might not actually be able to overpower me.
The drunken man stappered close, reeking of alcohol. Aubree’s muscles tensed. Seiring the opportunity, straight into Jacob’s face.
Jacob clutched his face, howling in pain. “Fuck When I get my hands on you, you’re dead meat.”
Aubree didn’t hesitate–she bolted.
“Tuck.” Jacob lunged forward in pursuit, but just as he moved, a blinding beam of headlights suddenly cut through the darkness. Instinctively squinting against the glare, he heard the sharp clunk of car doors opening nearby.
Aubree fled without a backward glance, completely unaware of the violent scene unfolding behind her.
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Jacob scrambled to his feet, chitching his sore ast. “Who the fork just tacker punched me?” he posted. But when he finally saw the three huffing mac closing in, his blood turned to ice–he was scared out of his wits
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