CHAPTER 4
He swooped her up and grabbed her gun out of the holster, shooting at anyone in sight as he ran towards the train station. It was Jake's policy to never kill anyone, but he wasn't afraid of hitting a couple legs, especially since they were shooting at Leslie.
Once inside, the place was completely vacant with the exception of a few employees who had heard the shots and cleared out immediately.
"Jake I swear to god you'll be the death of me." Leslie said, but she knew that he saw her slight smile.
"Sorry for wanting to save the pretty damsel in distress." He said with a wink.
"Quit it." She said with a slight giggle. The second she did it she realized how much of a flirt she was being. "I mean," she corrected, "we need to do something. We can't just stand here all day and expect not to get killed. Did you hit any of those guys?"
"Oh, uhm, no. I missed." He admitted. "But I wasn't trying! Oh and by the way, those are the, what you believed to be, cops."
"Stop trying to cover your ego and tell me the truth right now."
"Well I brought you to the warehouse to show you something, remember? Yeah, well that something just happened to be the biggest drug sting of the century, led by some fella named Bruce Whiteacre. They have cop cars, choppers and men on the inside of the force. It's the perfect plan."
"And you honestly expect me to believe that? That there have been no reports of missing cruisers but a bunch of drug pushers happen to come up with at least three?"
"That's exactly what I expect you to believe. Hence the 'men on the inside'." he said sarcastically.
"Whatever Doyle, we'll talk about this later. For now, help me come up with a plan on how to get it out of this mess." She said sternly. "We can't just sit around here."
"Okay, okay."
They stood in silence for a while.
After a few minutes Jake broke it.
"Maybe we could just hide out together. Change our names, dye our hair. I think you'd look hot as a brunette." He said with his sly smile.
"Jake, there is no way that I'm living with you." She said, even though she knew that that was exactly what she wanted.
"And why is that?"
"Because I don't want to wreck what we have Jake!"
"And what exactly is that Leslie? Do you enjoy yelling at me day after day? Do you enjoy having to find something new to be mad at me about every single day?" he shot back.
He was hurt, she could tell. His eyes clouded over and she felt a piece of her heart shatter, his piece. The piece that she reserved only for him, that no one could ever take; the biggest piece of her heart.
"Jake you know I don't! You know it!" she shot back. He was really killing her. She wanted him to be hers, so bad. But she knew that she couldn't allow him to stay, no matter how much they both desperately wanted it.
"No, Leslie, I don't." he said. For the first time since she had met him, she met the sensitive Jake Doyle. The Jake Doyle that loved her to death, that would do anything for her, and that felt like his world was falling apart every time she hurt him.
He started walking towards the small village, all three houses, that were up the dirt road.
Every time he pulled something like this, she realized how much she really loved him. And she wasn't going to let him go this time.
She starred after him for two minutes and then started running after him. It was the most girlish thing she had ever done, but it felt right. He turned around just in time for her to jump into his arms. He held her in the air as she hugged him as tight as she could, never wanting to let go.
"Please don't let go. Ever." She said, her words muffled into his chest.
"I love you." He whispered back into her ear.
