Over ten different hotels.
Sleeping in the car multiple times.
Constantly on the move.
Bounty hunters kept on coming.
Tulip cried out as the doctor Rick had given him the information on stitched her arm. He had a bullet wound to his shoulder, a bloody lip, a black eye, and a couple of slashes to his body. They were both dirty. The last hunter had caught them in the car, pushing them off the road, totaling the vehicle, and then hunting them down through the woods until a bullet had grazed Tulip’s arm, and well, he ended up getting shot in the shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” the doctor said.
“It’s fine. I guess I’m not used to being stitched like this. It’s all fine.” She tilted her head back, gritting her teeth.
Landon didn’t go to her. He didn’t touch her.
At the start of their little adventure, it had been perfect. The two of them together, finding their own way with each other. Now, it was just a nightmare, and he knew it was only going to get worse.
One day, one of the hunters wasn’t going to miss. The grazed arm looked bad, but it could have been her heart, or her head.
“I’m going to call Rick,” he said.
Tulip opened her eyes and nodded in his direction.
Leaving his woman behind, he stepped into the doctor’s office and pulled out his cell phone. Staring down at his uncle Rick’s number, he felt numb, but this was the only way.
After he dialed the number, Rick answered on the third ring. “I’m already organizing a car.”
“I don’t think it’s a car that we need. You know it and I know it. Dad wasn’t stupid or careless when he made this arrangement. We fucked up. I messed up and people know it. I wasn’t thinking and when I killed him, I wasn’t thinking about Tulip. It doesn’t matter how you doctor the records, he had everything in place to let people know someone killed him.” He ran a hand down his face. “There is only one way this ends.”
“Landon, I just need a little more—”
“Time?”
“Yes.”
“The only time you will get is if the payment is given. My body will end it all. I have to die, Rick.”
“Don’t give me none of this martyr crap, Landon.”
“It’s not crap. You’re not the one sitting here while the love of your life gets sewed up, are you? No. I’m tired of this shit, Rick. I’m done. I’m going to end it and the only way to do it is to die. I’m coming home, and you’re going to handle it. End of discussion.” Landon ended the call and then clicked on Tamsin’s number.
He waited for it to dial.
When she didn’t answer, he hung up and started again.
This time, she did, and she sounded a little breathless. “Hey, Landon, sorry, I was working.”
“Great. I was just checking in, seeing how you were.”
“I’m doing great. I’m still working and school is amazing. I love my life, Landon, so much. I can never thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me.”
“You don’t have to thank me. In fact, things are getting a little tense around here. You’re not going to hear from me for a while, okay?”
“Landon?”
“Don’t worry. I have everything covered.”
“What’s going on?”