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him. It then jolted forward and he increased his speed.
    She grabbed him around the waist as the breeze rushed against her bare skin and face, preventing her from fully catching her breath.
    Jayson lifted a helmet over his shoulder and handed it back to her. Just before putting it on her head, she stole a glance backward.
    The black Cadillac that had escorted her to the night club was hot on their tail.
    “Shit, they’re gaining up on us.” she cursed, slipping the helmet over her head.
    “I’m trying to lose them. Hold tight.”
    Pressing her chest against his back, she gripped his waist once again, this time a little tighter. His entire body was tense and his abs grew taut against her fingers as they reached breakneck speeds.
    Arianna and Jayson were thrill-seekers. It was one of traits that attracted her to him, but never had she been faced with actually being chased after. Ever since she could remember, he was always into bikes and racing. When she’d been old enough to ride with him, they’d cruise on the back of his bike for hours, dozens of miles from home. They’d even taken risks several times by riding out on the open highways at hair-rising speeds.
    Suddenly, Jayson took a sharp turn veering off onto another highway. Her body jerked to the right and she clutched at him. She pressed her lips tightly together, trying not to scream.
    The Cadillac still loomed behind them, its bright lights illuminating the highway. Unlike the previous road, this one had vehicles coming in the opposite direction. Up ahead, a pick-up truck seemed to be going at a snail’s pace. Jayson swerved into the opposite lane in an attempt to prevent collision. There were several more vehicles up ahead. If she remembered correctly, the speed limit on this highway was fifty. The way her eardrums pulsed, Jayson had to have been going nearly one hundred.
    Arianna shut her eyes and braced for the worst. Never would she have thought in a hundred years that she’d die in a motorcycle crash.
    “Jayson?” Her panicked voice came out in a rush.
    “I’m trying to lose them. I got this. I promise.”
    She was surprised he’d even heard her over the roaring engine. Another jolt to the right confirmed that he’d turned down yet another road. Cracking one eye open, she looked up and her heart jumped.
    They were coming up on a busy street and intersection in the heart of the city.
    What was Jayson thinking?
    A high speed chase down on a busy street was a bad idea.
    They swerved in and out between cars and the jerky motions made her feel as though she’d vomit crab cakes, lobster, vodka medley at any moment. She looked behind her to confirm that Zeldano’s maniacs were still following them closely.
    A horn blasted and every blood vessel in her body seemed to freeze.
    An eighteen wheeler propelled toward them in the opposite lane. Fate was not on their side tonight, as another large freight truck came into view.
    She swallowed. “Jayson…”
    This time, no response came. He ducked low on the bike, and she did the same holding onto him tightly because her life depended on it.
    The next move happened when she blinked. She glimpsed a flurry of white on either side of her as they whizzed between the two big rigs just as both came to stop under a red traffic light. Of course, Jayson ignored the signal and sailed right through it.
    She cringed when she heard tires scrubbing the pavement and metal crashing into metal.
    They came to a screeching halt yards away from the intersection.
    Arianna tore the helmet off and panted, taking in the scene behind them. The scent of gas and burnt rubber made it difficult for her to clear her senses and take in fresh air.
    It was a pity that the black Cadillac hadn’t stopped in time. She could make out what looked like the front end of the car stuck under the back end of the eighteen-wheeler.
    When she turned back around, Jayson slowly met her gaze. She’d known this man since she was a child. The look in his eyes