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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Author's Note Posting Chapters 93, 94 and 95 together.
This story has many short chapters because it's supposed to be more like a TV show with short scenes. From time to time, I'm going to post chapters together when the chapters are short and they fit together in a way that makes sense to me.
The first time I did this, I posted two chapters at a time and some readers missed reading one of the chapters.
When I post multiple chapters, I will note it on the chapters. Also, I think that posting short multiple chapters at the same time will improve the reading experience.
Chapter 94 Armed
Scarlett felt weak and shaky. She was always scared when an alarm was tripped. Her father had drilled it into her head that she always had to assume that behind every tripped alarm was a team that was going to kidnap her and bring her to her ex-fiance.
It wasn't just protecting herself. Every tripped alarm brought with it the very real possibility that she would have to kill herself in the next few minutes if it looked like they were going to take her. His team could never take her alive.
The prospect of being taken and tortured for years on end flooded her with such a deep soul sucking terror, she had thought about suicide because she just couldn't live with the terror anymore. Inevitably, she would remind herself that if she killed herself because her ex was terrorizing her, he would win. The urge to kill herself would leave.
"Jax, get out. Now. Hurry!"
If this was a team sent to grab her, they would search the house and kill Jax. The only safe place for him to be was in the lake underwater and away from the house.
Her back was too badly injured for fleeing to be an option for her. It was always best to run away, but until her back healed and she could move normally, fighting was her only way out.
She looked down at her phone trying to catch a glimpse of what had set off the alarm system. Over the years, the various alarm systems had been tweaked and perfected, so she knew that a small animal hadn't tripped the alarm and this was no false alarm.
When she looked up, she saw that Jax hadn't listened to her. He'd gone to the cabinet she'd gotten her handgun out of and grabbed an AK. He was checking the ammunition.
"Damn you, Jax Teller. You are going to get yourself killed."
