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  After that, he could do whatever he wanted with her. It would be next to impossible to save her. Not that I would ever, ever stop trying.

  Let's just hope it didn't come to that.

  I didn't hesitate. I dropped his phone and ran for the door. But not before I did one last stupid thing in the long list of spectacularly stupid things I was about to do.

  I took Joss's gun.

  Carolina

  Katey's hands were shaking as she tried to maneuver the ornate rows of buttons that ran up the back of my wedding gown. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Her eyes were full of tears.

  "Oh Caro..."

  "Stop. I'm glad you are here. You can go home and make sure Chan is okay too."

  She wiped her tears away.

  "Promise me you will tell him to stay away Katey. They'll kill him."

  "I promise."

  I nodded, and let go of her hand. I stared into the mirror. My hair was loose and flowing down my back. Hanz had brought some makeup in, wordlessly placing it on the counter. I'd tried to apply it as best I could. Even though it made me sick to do it.

  Dressing up like this was a mockery of marriage. Of love. Of everything I believed in.

  Refusing him was not even an option though.

  I didn't want to antagonize Max. Not yet. Not ever.

  Lord knew what would happen to the people I cared about if I did.

  "Caro, do you want to pray?"

  I nodded. I'd been praying almost non-stop but this seemed like the right moment to make a more formal plea.

  We knelt by the foot of the bed, resting our elbows on the bedspread.

  I was in my wedding dress, praying not to get married.

  The irony was not lost on me.

  We were both silent as we made our peace with God. I sat back on my heels when I was done. Katey's hand found mine. We squeezed each other's hands as the door opened.

  It was time.

  Hanz escorted us back down to the car. Max was nowhere to be seen. I guess he was traditional after all.

  Katey was wearing the bridesmaid dress that had been chosen for her. They must have grabbed it from the hotel room. So this had been the plan all along.

  Marrying me.

  What he planned to do with me after was the big mystery.

  I had a strong feeling that I wouldn't live one minute past the time he lost interest in me.

  His plaything.

  That didn't scare me though. Him hurting the people I loved did.

  We held hands the whole limo ride. Katey walked by my side into the church. We were shown into a room on the lower level to wait. There was a bouquet waiting for me there. And a box with a bow.

  "Open it."

  I glanced at Hanz. I didn't want to open it. But I did.

  An enormous sapphire and diamond necklace was inside.

  Hanz smiled at me, showing his uneven teeth.

  "Congratulations on your wedding."

  Then he left.

  I sat silently as Katey lowered the necklace over my throat. We stared at each other in the mirror. That's when we noticed.

  There was a high window behind us. It wasn't big. But maybe we could squeeze through it.

  One of us anyway.

  I looked at her. She nodded. Without a word I grabbed one chair, propping it under the door. Then I grabbed another and opened the window. I looked outside. I could see Max's men pacing around in front of the church. This window opened to the side. I couldn't see anyone towards the back.

  We had a chance.

  Just a tiny one, but a chance.

  "You go."

  Katey shook her head wildly.

  "No Caro, both of us."

  "No. If they catch you they won't kill you if I am still here. You go. In ten minutes I will follow."

  She closed her eyes and nodded. It made sense to split up. Besides, my dress was kind of hard to miss.

  She had a much better chance on her own.

  I helped her onto the chair. She took one last look back at me.

  "When you get out of here, run. Don't stop for anything."

  She nodded.

  "Love you Caro."

  "Love you Katey bird."

  I watched as she lifted herself up and shimmied forward. She stopped, her body halfway in and halfway out. She was stuck. I grabbed her hips and shoved her forward. Hard. I heaved a sigh of relief as she tumbled onto the grass.

  She was through.

  She crouched in front of the window for a minute. I heard footsteps and shut the window behind her. Then I put both chairs back where they'd been. I didn't even turn my head to see if she was gone. I didn't want to draw any attention to the window whatsoever.

  The door opened not a half a second later. Hanz stood there, a look of puzzlement on his big dumb face.

  "Where is your friend?"

  "She went to the bathroom."

  Hanz shrugged. Clearly he didn't care one way or the other.

  "It's time."

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chandler

  I left my bike still idling in an alleyway. I took off, running low close to the back of the building next to the church. I turned the corner and froze, expecting trouble.

  No one was there.

  I ran towards the church and opened the back door.

  Max's men were really slacking on their security. I had a rare religious moment where I wondered if this was divine intervention. I raised my eyes and said a quick thank you just in case as I crept forward through the dark hallways behind the pulpit.

  I could hear the tones of the wedding march. I had made it in time. But barely.

  There was an ornate grate separating me from the church. I looked through it. My heart lurched in my chest at what I saw.

  My beautiful Caro was walking down the aisle in her wedding gown. It was sleeveless, with a sweetheart neckline. Her hair was loose over her shoulders.

  She looked stunning.

  She looked terrified.

  I was going to save her, no matter what.

  She stepped into place beside Max. I could see her trembling all the way from here. He smiled at her coldly. I knew in that instant that he would kill her.

  Not right away. But in time. After he'd broken her.

  No way in hell was I letting that happen.

  "We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of-"

  Max leaned forward and hissed at him.

  "Father. Get on with it."

  The poor priest nodded and closed his bible abruptly.

  The only ones in the audience were Max's thugs. Good. That meant none of them were outside. Maybe Joss would get here in time to help me get out of this mess. I had a very clear idea of how to get into trouble, but not out.

  Since when was that anything new?

  Except this time the stakes could not be higher.

  The rest of our lives depended on it.

  I wasn't just worried about the quality of those lives.

  I was worried about the length.

  "Do you Max take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold until death do you part?"

  "I do."

  "Do you Carolina take this man to be your husband, to have and to hold until death do you part?"

  It was happening even faster than I'd imagined. I scrambled to the side door and burst it open even as she nodded yes.

  "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

  "I fucking object."

  Everyone turned to stare at me. Caro's pale face was overjoyed for a split second. Then terror replaced it.

  "Look out Chan!"

  Max shoved her backwards as I felt hands reach for me from behind. I twisted, throwing my elbow. It connected with a thick wall of muscle.

  I heard a grunt and smiled.

  I wasn't going down without a fight, that was for damn sure.

  "Get out of here, Caro!"

  I saw her shaking her head. I should have known she'd be stubborn. The guy was reach
ing for me again so I pulled out Joss's gun.

  I knew how to use a gun. I just had never shot one at someone before. Beer cans, yes.

  Living breathing flesh?

  No.

  Adrenaline took over. I was moving faster than I could have though possible. I dodged a flying fist and pulled the trigger in one smooth motion. I heard a scream as I scrambled towards the pews where Caro was struggling with Max.

  I hadn't killed the guy though.

  I'd just shot him in the foot.

  He was making quite a racket.

  "Excuse me Father."

  I pushed past the Priest who seemed frozen in place. I heard a shot fire off as I reached Max. I held the gun to the back of his head.

  "Let. Her. Go."

  He glanced over his shoulder at me, his dark eyes full of rage. Slowly he raised his hands. I smiled, raising my voice so everyone could hear me.

  "Here's what is going to happen. We are going to walk out of here with Mr. Herchou. Nobody is going to follow us. Not if they want to see him in one piece."

  I smiled reassuringly at Caro. She grinned at me, shaking her head. She was as crazy as I was.

  I loved that about her.

  I loved everything about her.

  "Give me his tie Caro."

  She ignored Max as she swiftly loosened his tie, handing it to me.

  "Now step back, next to me. Tie his wrists."

  I kept the gun trained on Max as she tied his hands tightly. Too tightly. He grunted in pain. I laughed. She could be mean when she wanted to.

  I loved that about her too.

  "Let's move."

  I poked Max's back with the gun. He walked forward. He was cursing us in three different languages.

  "Shut up."

  Caro ran forward to open the doors. Then she was back by my side as we followed the sidewalk to the next building. I kept my gun hidden until we were in the alleyway with my bike.

  No one had stolen it thank God.

  For the second time in one day, I gave thanks to the good Lord above.

  I frisked Max for a gun and found none. Not even a knife. Perhaps he was more religious than I was.

  Finally I pushed him away, handing Caro a helmet. This time she put it on herself. Then she helped me with mine.

  "I know where you live. Where your families live."

  I nodded.

  "We know."

  "I will kill them all. And then I will kill you."

  I tilted my head to the side, sneaking a kiss on Caro's lips.

  "You might be surprised how well us Southern boys can take care of ourselves. And our people."

  His eyes narrowed at the familiar way I was holding Caro.

  Everything about my posture screamed: Mine.

  She was mine.

  "I will never stop hunting for you. Never."

  I grinned at him.

  "Doesn't matter anyway. I won."

  I brought the back of the pistol down on his skull. He slumped over, sliding against a garbage dumpster.

  Right where he belonged.

  We climbed onto the bike and tore off just as Max's goons turned the corner. They were chasing us on foot and screaming. Didn't matter. We were well on our way.

  I slapped my side. Something must have scraped me as we were running. It burned.

  I kept riding though. I had to.

  Right for the small craft airport that Joss told me about.

  I just prayed his buddy would be there waiting.

  Carolina

  I held onto to Chan as tight at I could. He was riding like the Devil was on our heels. In a way, he was.

  I wanted to laugh with relief at the absurdity of the situation. My wedding dress was streaming out behind us as he sped through the backstreets towards the industrial area outside of Miami. I'm sure we were a spectacle.

  Thankfully, we didn't pass too many people out here.

  Every few minutes I glanced behind us, looking for cars. So far no one was following us. Neither of us had a phone. I guess we were well and truly off the grid.

  We wove randomly for almost an hour as Chan took us farther and farther away from the city. Warehouses and monster power lines were the only things for miles. It was desolate out here.

  I still had no clue where we were going.

  But it didn't matter. As long as we were together.

  Up ahead I had my answer. What looked like small airfield stretched out to the north. We followed the faded signs to the entrance and pulled into the long drive. Chan parked the bike and pulled me into his arms for a long, deep, desperate kiss.

  That's when we heard the shouting.

  "HEY YOU!"

  A man came out of the rusty old hangar. He was huge, dressed in leather and covered in tats. He didn't look friendly. Neither did his dog.

  Neither did the rifle he was pointing at us.

  He got a little closer and spat on the ground.

  "This is private property. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

  Chan held his hands up in the air to show he was empty handed.

  "Joss sent us."

  The change was immediate. The gun was lowered. The craggy face smiled. The dog sat and offered his paw.

  Just like that.

  "Say no more. You the fellow with the death wish?"

  "That's me."

  The man grinned.

  "Where are we off to?"

  Chan grinned.

  "How about Vegas?"

  Chan looked at me for approval.

  "I've never been. Have you?"

  I shook my head, laughing.

  "Wheels up in ten. I'm Brock by the way."

  "Chan. And this is Carolina."

  Brock smiled and tipped his hat at us.

  "Nice to meet you folks. Bathroom's in there if you need it. The one on board is a bit rustic."

  I smiled at him.

  "Rustic?"

  "It's a bucket, sweetheart."

  I laughed. I was so relieved that the thought of peeing in a bucket was almost charming. I looked at Chan. His arms were loose around me suddenly. He looked pale.

  "Katey?"

  "She got out."

  He smiled at me and started to stand.

  "Good. I just need to- sit down a minute."

  Chan collapsed the instant he was off the bike.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chandler

  I tried not to move as the plane bounced its way down the tarmac.

  It hurt like hell.

  Fuck, everything hurt.

  Seems I'd been shot during our dramatic escape from the alleyway. Hadn't felt more than a sting at the time. Funny how adrenaline can play tricks with your mind.

  The bullet tore through my side, missing any major internal organs.

  I was lucky as hell.

  Well, more or less.

  The part about having to get stitched up in a moving plane with out painkillers was somewhat unfortunate.

  Brock's first aid kit was incomplete. Even the aspirin was gone. Thankfully, he kept tequila on site. I'd already drank more than a little bit of it.

  It was a decent painkiller. It was sterile too. We'd already splashed some onto the wound before take off.

  Caro's eyes were worried as she sat beside me, holding my hand. She still wore that filthy wedding dress. The ends were shredded from the ride. Damn, if she didn't look beautiful all the same.

  My runaway angel.

  "Okay, we're going to be relatively smooth for a while. You ready to do this?"

  Brock was shouting over his shoulder. The sound of the engines made it hard to hear anyone who wasn't right beside you. It wasn't luxurious but Brock referred to it as his 'private jet.'

  I liked this guy already. Hell, I'd like him even if he hadn't saved our asses.

  He was calling Caro over. She stood at the front of the plane, her torn dress trailing behind her. She looked back at me and gave me a brave smile.

  "You hold the wheel and I'll stitch him up.
"

  Caro looked alarmed.

  "I've never flown a plane before."

  "Have you performed surgery?"

  She lifted her chin.

  "No. But I'm one hell of a seamstress."

  He shook his head and laughed.

  "Fair enough. First you got to clean it out. Too bad Rusty isn't up here. Dog's saliva is actually one hell of an antiseptic."

  Caro made a face at me and I laughed. I flinched too. Laughing hurt more than the bumpy take off had.

  "Once it's cleaned out, you can sterilize the needle and thread. I would do the back first. Then you need to cover it with something clean."

  "Clean?"

  He looked around the plane.

  "Well, cleanish."

  She nodded.

  "Okay. I can do it."

  She smiled at me as she walked back to me. I could tell she was nervous. But she didn't let it show.

  Good girl.

  "You ready?"

  I grinned at her.

  "Always."

  Caro rolled her eyes at the double entendre and sat down beside me. Gently she unbuckled my seat belt. Then she started pulling my shirt up.

  I tried to help her and immediately cursed from the pain.

  "Be still, Chan!"

  I grinned over my shoulder at her. She was frowning.

  "I'm going to have to cut this off of you."

  "You were just waiting for an excuse to get my clothes off, weren't you?"

  She laughed.

  "Yes Chan. I was hoping something like this would happen."

  She smiled at me and kissed my cheek.

  "Have another slug of that. I'm going to need it in a minute."

  I nodded and took a few deep pulls of the tequila. It was starting to work. I was getting fuzzy around the edges.

  She was back in a minute, neatly cutting away my shirt. I was bare chested on a plane, with a bottle of booze. And a bullet hole in my side. Beside me was a gorgeous woman in a busted wedding gown.

  There was something epic about this moment.

  I must be drunk if I could find the humor in something that was about to hurt like a motherfucker.

  She took the bottle and poured it over a needle and thread. She'd torn off part of her slip. That got the run off.

  Then she pressed the fabric to my back.

  Holy shit that stung.

  I did my best to remain silent. It was the manly thing to do. It mattered to me that she thought I was tough.