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hard for me to think about sex too, since my heart is racing from fear and fatigue, as I’m trying to keep up with Code’s long stride.
    But, if there’s any way for me to get out of this nightmare alive, it’s by using sex. So that’s what I’m going to do.

Eight
    Code
     
    That’s twice in one day that I should’ve been dead. I feel like a fucking cat with nine lives. The only problem with that is, the way that I’m blazing through them, those lives will be gone in no time.
    Now I’ve got to figure out what the hell to do and how to get out of town—away from Deke and the crew. If I was alone it wouldn’t be a problem, but now I’ve got Wren.
    Fucking Wren.
    I should have just tossed her aside once we were out of the bank, but no, I thought it was safer to hold onto her as a hostage. Now Deke and everyone else knows she’s with me, saw what she looks like, and she might not be safe now, even if I let her go.
    This is like the worst fucking day ever.
    Confidence has always been my thing. I never lacked it—even in my previous life. But right now, I’m kind of freaking out. I’ve got nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. And I’ve got Wren.
    I can’t even dwell on her presence because she’s here because of me. Eventually things will have to die down and I’ll let her go. But not until I’m sure that we’re both getting out of this alive.
    The strip mall is closing, and it’s one that I’m fairly familiar with. Back before my days with Deke and the crew, I had managed to live here—like a mall rat—for a while. If luck can just stay on my side for a little bit longer, we can at least be safe for tonight. Deke may find his fucking car here, but no one ever knew about my connection to this place.
    I yank on Wren’s arm, pulling her behind me.
    “Where are we going?” she asks. I’m getting a little tired of her attitude. I know she’s pissed that she’s still with me, but there’s nothing I can do about it, and she should realize that by now and just shut up.
    “Hiding out for the night.”
    “At the mall?” There’s that tone again, and I whip her around until she’s in front of me and practically falling on her face. The only thing breaking her fall is my grip on her hand. She yells out in pain, and for a minute I wonder bleakly if I’ve broken her wrist. “Code, what the hell?”
    Face to face, I bring her in close. “Yeah. We’re hiding out at the fucking mall. It’s not the Ritz, but it’s better than that fleabag motel, and it’s better than the fucking morgue. So unless you have a better idea, shut up and keep moving.”
    She keeps moving.
    She’s making me fucking crazy. One minute she’s arguing with me, and the next she’s helping me.
    And God help me when she’s moving beneath me and making me hard.
    I walk us around to the back of the mall and find my go-to spot. There’s a pizza place that’s open late, and they always keep the back door open. When you go in, you can’t see into the place—that entrance is a little off to the right. But to the left there’s a door leading to the basement.
    It’s dark, and it’s damp, and it’s a little like where we hid out after the shooting in the alley earlier, but with a little perseverance, we move to another door which opens to a common storage area for the mall.
    I motion for Wren to be quiet. The mall isn’t quite closed yet, and we’re going to have to stay put until I’m sure that everything’s shut down for the night. The rent-a-cops that patrol the place are nothing to worry about. They barely get off their asses, and they never come down here. I find a couple of boxes for us to sit on.
    “How do you know about this place?” she asks.
    “I used to come here sometimes.” I check my watch and mentally count down until the time we can move freely.
    “Won’t that scary dude and the other guy find us here? Their car is right outside.”
    “Nah, they have no idea about this place. They’ll think that I either