What the hell were these psychopaths playing at? Did they think shooting us was the answer to everything? I felt another shot whiz past us. Apparently it was the answer, killing us all. I tightened my grip on Allie. If they were trying to get her again… well over my dead body would they take her back.

Rob went even faster after he heard the second shot; I didn't even know it was possible to go this fast on a motorcycle. Right now I wished we'd taken Mary's truck. At least that offered some type of protection for us. I faintly heard Allie whimper as more shots were fired. Rob, began driving in zigzags, making it harder for them to make us a target. I don't think that was necessary, these guys had a horrible shot. It was as if they were just praying for their bullets to hit us. Ha. As if.

To raise my confidence even more we heard sirens in the not too far distance. Grinning to myself, I gave Allie another reassuring squeeze; we were almost out of this mess. I urged Rob to go faster in my head, but instead of listening, not that he could hear me, he completely stopped. I lurched forward and almost fell off of the bike. I was lucky that I hadn't fallen off. When the psychopath's cars rushed past us I realized what Rob had done. I grinned he'd done a classic trick right there. But what if they turned around? That got me really worried.

I heard the sirens getting closer and closer until the police cars went past us a few minutes later. One of the back cars stopped right next to us, sirens blaring into our ears. I scowled at the man in the car. Wasn't he going to turn his siren off? After all, he was right next to us. Rob shouted something to him and the man turned off the sirens looking sheepish. I shrugged; he must be new to the whole police gig. That's what it appeared to be anyway.

"What do you want?" I snapped. Rob shot me a look as if to say that we'd better not piss this guy off.

"Do you know who shot the gun? Anything we can identify them with?" The police man asked nervously.

"They were all in black Toyota trucks," Rob answered. "There was about five of them. I don't know how many men, has to be more then five."

I rolled my eyes at the back of Rob's head. The police man may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn't an idiot either. I decided to give the man the information I knew, but only if it meant that the men who did this to Allie would pay, "The one man was pretty beefy. He had this really bushy beard too."

"Anything else? Do you know why they were shooting?" The man asked, sounding slightly more confident. I glared at him. I take back what I said earlier, this guy was an idiot.

"Well, gee. We're here, and we know what they drive, and what the one of them wears. Obviously we don't know what they were after either," I shouted sarcastically, my anger getting the better of me.

Rob gave me that half disgusted, half amused look, "Mastriani, calm down."

"Calm down?" I asked outraged. "This dimwit couldn't work his way out of a paper bag, and we trust our lives with him by the way, and you tell me to calm down?"

Let it be known that I don't like someone telling me to calm down. I thought that I'd made that blatantly clear. Apparently not however. It's a pity; I thought that Rob was clever. I was wrong about that as well it seems.

"They were after us," Rob explained politely. "They'd kidnapped my sister a while back."

"Look, it was nice talking to you and everything," I interrupted, "but we have to get going now."

Rob looked back at me and I stared him down pointedly. He sighed and flipped his screen back down. And with that we were on our way, back to his house. When we got closer, Allie began to jump up and down slightly. I smiled fondly as she did it. It kind of reminded me of those movies where the kids close to home after a long time and they start to perk up. Or something like that anyway.

Pulling up into the driveway, I took a glance at the house. The sun was just setting and you could see the silhouette of Mary Wilkins, who stood in the doorway. Allie jumped off of Rob's bike when it came to a full stop. Mary ran down the steps to meet her halfway. They were caught up in a hug, and I couldn't look away. All endings should be like this, where everything was perfect again. What would the world be like if that was the case? I imagined it for a few minutes, but reality soon set in again, just like it always did.

Rob nudged me, telling me silently that it was time to get off of the bike. Swinging my leg over I got off of the bike, my feet making a satisfactory crunch in the gravel. Mary let go of Allie only to be found in a bone crushing hug from Mary. Awkwardly I hugged her back. Normally I don't let people touch me, unless it's Rob of course, but this was different. This was Mary, and I'd just helped her find her missing daughter. I guess I could make an exception for once.

When I was released Rob took my hand and dragged me to the barn. I obliged willingly, hey, who knew what would happen in the barn, with us all by ourselves? As soon as he slid the one door shut, he grabbed me and brought us closer together. When his lips touched mine, I was in some type of dream world. This was as close to perfect as anything could get.

The kiss wasn't delicate or small. It was the complete opposite really. It was demanding and filled with a raw passion some would say. It was moving quicker then other kiss I've ever had before. Our tongues were wrestling when I felt his hand creep up my shirt. I moaned in pleasure. We'd never gotten this far, ever.

I ran my finger through his hair when we stopped for breath. Our lips were locked in a matter of seconds though. Something was spreading through my stomach, and I pressed myself closer to him, if that was even possible. There was a scream somewhere in the distance, but we ignored it.

Then there was a crash and we had to break apart. An engine that was roaring with life, echoed through the large barn. Simultaneously Rob and I looked to where the noise had originated. I first noticed the whole in the wall. Someone had been stupid enough to drive right through the wall. I cursed in my head wordlessly what nimrod was drunk before the sun went down. It was the only explanation I could come up with, for someone to drive right through someone else's bar. With the world as it is today, you'd think they'd remember the fact that they'd later be sued for the damage of what they just did.

I took a look at the guy who was on the motorcycle. It was Frank.

This time I cursed out loud, "Fuck."

Disclaimer: It all belongs to Meg Cabot

A/N: I'm really really REALLY sorry that it took me so long to update. I promise that I'll get the next chapter up quicker. I know that there really isn't any excuse, but I've just finished testing, and my personal life has become so hectic. Well, anyway. I hope you enjoyed this chapter :D