Everyone has that one moment in life when they get completely taken by surprise.
And I don’t mean the pleasant variety, like a surprise party. I mean the verge-of-peeing-your-pants-as-you-run-screaming-bloody-murder-completely-terrified moment when you assume the worse-case scenario only to later find out it’s your stupid college roommate wearing a George W. Bush mask jumping out of the dark closet in the middle of the night. But let’s be honest, who wouldn’t be completely terrified if that big eared dummy leapt at them from a dark closet?
Unfortunately for Kade, this appeared to be one of those moments.
Moving like some freaking ninja in the dark, Sam appeared behind Kade suddenly and without sound. At the very last second his reflexes must have sensed she was there because he turned to look over his shoulder and was immediately hit with fifty thousand volts of electricity as she hit him square in the back with a Taser.
My mouth dropped open in surprise and I was momentarily speechless.
Kade fell to the ground, still trying to push her off with the little bit of control he still had on his muscles, but Sam ducked out of his reach so she didn’t also get zapped. Easing off the button, she used her creepy Incredible Hulk strength to quickly overpower him with one arm until he was completely incapacitated.
Sam stood and nudged him with her foot, making sure that he was indeed down for the count before coming over to me.
“Are you okay?” she asked, stepping over him.
I stared at her in shock for a few seconds before my mouth unhinged.
“No, I’m not okay. You just tasered the guy who may or may not have killing me on his agenda.”
She gave me an odd look.
“Yeah, all the more reason you should be thanking me,” she said.
I stared at her in disbelief.
“Did you have that the entire time,” I screeched.
She winced at the decibel level I hit.
“Of course I had it,” she said with a “duh” look. “Did you really think I was going to venture out to a creepy house in the middle of the night without some form of protection?”
I shook my head, trying to clear the haze. “If you had a Taser, then why the hell did you attack Ghost with an umbrella?”
She rolled her eyes.
“It was raining Addy. And believe it or not, I do have better things to do on a rainy night then to accidently get electrocuted because I decided to fry a guy extra crispy.”
Hm. I suppose that was pretty logical.
“We need to get the hell out of here,” she said, turning back toward Kade and patting down his pockets.
He groaned and we both squeaked.
“Good idea,” I said, “but can I suggest we do it as soon as possible? He’s a big guy. It’s not likely he’s going to stay down long.”
She shoved her hand into this pocket.
“Really Sam? You think now is the time to check out the pool cue?”
She looked up at me with a “what the hell is wrong with you” expression I had become quite use to.
She yanked her hand out, keys glinting in the soft light.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not really in the mood to run all the way home right now,” she said, standing up and jingling the keys.
Mental forehead slap.
“Right. Keys. Car. Good plan,” I said.
Sam pulled her iPhone from her pocket.
“Damn. It’s dead,” she said, shoving it back. “I don’t know where the hell we are. We better hope that his truck is outfitted with a GPS.”
She started toward the front door, but turned back once she realized I wasn’t following her.
“Addison,” she called.
I had been staring down at Kade and was startled by the sudden loudness in her tone. I looked up at her.
“We need to get the hell out of here,” she said, motioning me forward.
“I know,” I said, “but is it safe to just leave him here?”
“Who the hell is going to break into Fort Knox? Besides, Ghost is going to be back any minute. He’ll find Kade. As long as he’s breathing, he’ll be fine. I just scrambled his brains for a few minutes.”
I nodded and stepped over him.
A hand clasped around my ankle and I went down with a shriek.
Kade was groaning and starting to move while he maintained a grasp on my ankle.
Sam ran over, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward the front door. It took a couple of yanks, but I was eventually able to pull myself free. We ran and didn’t stop until we got to his SUV parked conveniently out front.
Finally, something was going right for me.
Sam was a little flustered by how quickly Kade was recovering, or at least that’s what I was assuming considering she fumbled the keys and dropped them twice before finally managing to unlock the doors.
And as is the case with every horror movie imaginable, the damsels in distress had just made it outside the creepy house when the down pour started, followed by a loud clap of thunder. We had just jumped into the truck, slamming the doors behind us and immediately locking them when a huge bolt of lightning lit the sky and gave us a brief glimpse of Kade staggering his way out the front door toward us.
I seriously could not catch a break here.
We both did the girly scream, and I yelled for Sam to get us the hell out of here.
The engine caught immediately and Sam stomped on the gas, slamming us back against the seats as she fish tailed it out of the driveway.
The security lights kicked on at the sudden motion and the last thing we saw in the rearview was Kade hunched over in the middle of the driveway.
If he wasn’t pissed at me before, he sure as hell was going to be now that we had stolen his car.
Guess it was a good thing he already planned to kill me.
We drove in silence for a few minutes before I finally spoke up.
“Where are we going?”
She shook her head. “I have no idea. We can’t risk going back to my house or your apartment. They’ll find us there.”
I nodded and chewed my lip.
“We could go to my parents,” I suggest with trepidation.
Sam shook her head.
“That’s the next logical spot to check,” she answered.
“So what do you suggest?” I asked as I sat back and closed my eyes. “We have no plastic, no cash. We don’t even know where we are. And it’s pretty safe to assume that Kade and Ghost will check all the logical places we’ll think of.”
Sam chewed on her lip and looked around the dashboard as she continued to drive like a bat out of hell.
“Turn on the GPS,” she said with a sound of relief. “See if we can figure out where the hell we are.”
I sat forward, and felt around the center console where the touch screen command center sat. It took me about five minutes, but I eventually figured out how to get into the GPS app and locate our present position.
“Montebello,” I replied.
“How far to Burbank?” she asked as she reached forward and increased the windshield wiper speed.
I looked at her in question.
“What’s in Burbank?” I asked confused.
“Sean,” she replied with a sigh.
“Sean,” I parroted. “You want us to just drive up to Sean’s place in the middle of the night in a stolen car and explain to him that someone has been hired to kill me and that if he’s willing to lets us in, he’s also going to end up with a bulls-eye on his back?”
“Do you have a better idea,” she said, looking over to me. “Because if you do, I’m all ears.”
I sighed in defeat. “No, I don’t. But I don’t know if staying at Sean’s is the best idea either.”
“We’re not staying,” she said looking forward.
“Then why are we going there?”
“Because the one thing you can always guarantee with Sean is that his pocket is filled with cash. And right now, cash is what we need. We can stay at hotel or some seedy little motel dive if necessary, but at least we’ll be somewhere they won’t look.”
“So you’re forgetting the part where I publicly broke up with him in the hospital two weeks ago?”
She shrugged. “I’m sure he’s over it.”
“I’m going to have to go with a big fat no on that one,” I replied and filled her in on Sean’s call earlier this afternoon.
Seriously, was it just this afternoon? Seemed like weeks ago.
“Okay, so that may make it a little harder to weasel money out of him considering, but I will give credit where credit is due. He’s an asshole. A narcissist. A complete douche bag, a…”
“Okay, yeah, I got your point,” I replied, cutting her off.
“Despite all that, the only reason I didn’t make him eat his teeth every time he decided to be asshole was for the simple fact that above everything else, he was genuinely concerned about your wellbeing.”
I gave her a funny look.
“What alternate reality are you living in? Sean? Was genuinely concerned above my wellbeing? I must have missed that the last time we were together. You know, when I was laid up in the hospital with a concussion after being attacked in my own apartment. Because I recall quite clearly he was annoyed about me falling down the stairs again. In fact, I remember he was such condescending tool, you were seconds away from balling up your little digits and cold cocking him then and there.”
She rolled her eyes and shrugged.
“Okay, so that last time wasn’t his best, but the other times he was genuinely concerned. He would always panic when I called to tell him you had been in another highly preventable accident.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and fixed her with an “oh please” look. I was nobody’s fool.
She gave me a quick glance out of the corner of her eye.
“Not buying that one, huh?” she asked.
I shook my head.
She sighed. “Okay. Fine. How about Douche Bag Sean will give us the money because if nothing else, he loves it when people owe him.”
“Now that I believe.”