Page 51 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

Lucas looked sick but nodded.

“Yeah.” He said, the nodding becoming more confident. “Let’s get the hell out of here, Rob. You’re right. You’re right. I just…okay.”

Grabbing his face in my hands, I looked him in his eyes.

“It’ll be okay,” I said. “I promise. If you’re worried about your grandpa, you can call him from the plane. Or once we land. He’ll understand.”

“I don’t think he will.” Lucas shook his head. “But that doesn’t matter, does it? We have to leave.”

“Exactly,” I said. “So…you are all in, right?”

Lucas nodded.

“Yes.” He said affirmatively. “Let’s go, Rob. Let’s just get the hell out of Ohio and never look back. It’ll be okay as long as I’m with you. I know that.”

“Just one of those things you know?” I smiled warmly before kissing him gently.

“Yeah.” He smiled as I pulled away. “I know it’ll be okay if we get out of this town, babe.”

Instead of saying anything else, I grabbed Lucas’ hand once more and pulled him towards the stands. We raced up the stairs to the stands and then up the stairs that led to the top of the stands towards the parking lot where I had left my car. Whether or not Lucas’ family would be upset that he stole away in the middle of the night with me didn’t matter to me in the slightest. We were leaving—together—and we weren’t looking back ever again. That’s all that mattered to me. That both of us would be safe.

Of course, when we reached the parking lot, and our eyes landed on the dozen men surrounding my car, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Of course, I should have expected that.