I smirk, my plan will work.
"Do as I say and I won't kill him."
She inspects me then her date. "I'm sorry," she mouths.
She throws open her door and runs.
"Damn it.” What's wrong with her? She doesn't give a shit about her date.
I throw him hard against the concrete road.
"You can blame Eden for this." I shoot him squarely in the leg to keep him from coming after me. He has a fighting chance of surviving, as long as I didn't hit any major artery running through his leg. I might need some help cleaning up this mess after all.
I start running after her. She won't run far before I catch up with her. I'm far too impressive of a runner, and I'm far too motivated to not catch up with her. Her
only hope is if there happens to be a police station or some place of sanctuary she can run to and hide inside.
But she seems to be out of luck. I see her turn a corner and I run after her, a second behind. She is fast, but not quick enough. I make a mental note not to underestimate her speed in the future.
She feels me catching up to her and turns to glance behind her, only to see me feet away. She darts down another road, leading her out toward a four-lane street filled with cars zipping by. She's trapped.
I slow my jogging down a little. She has nowhere to go. She won't be able to cross the busy street without getting hit by traffic. And there is nowhere else for her to hide.
She hesitates, staring out at the cars whizzing by her and then glances back at me.
I smirk.
She darts out into traffic, because, apparently, she'd rather die then get taken by me.
Shit.
I run after her, dashing out into the traffic. One car stops, honking their horn emphatically. She won't get so lucky a second time. I catch up with her, grab onto her and pull us out of the way of another speeding car.
We both lay on the cold concrete, my arms still around her, panting hard as the rush of adrenaline continues to beat wildly throughout our bodies.
"You're welcome."
She tries to climb out of my arms, but I hold her tighter to my body, enjoying having her warm body pressed against mine.
"What? You aren’t grateful?"
"No."
"But I saved your life."
"You saved my life only so you could steal me, and use me against my best friend. That's not saving me."
“It’s better than what you did to your date."
She scowls at me. "If I had gone with you, you would've killed him anyway."
"That's where you're wrong. If I give you my word I won't kill someone, then I won't."
"Will you kill me?"
"Not today."
She doesn't hesitate. She knees me hard in the balls, giving her enough time to free herself while I wrap myself around my wounded manhood.