Rule #4: You Can't Trust the Bad Boy - Ebook

“What was that?” I asked. My voice came out shaky and unsure. I swallowed hard, hoping to still my nerves. “You were my getaway car,” he said as he slipped his helmet on and grinned down at me. Anger coursed through my veins as I stared at him. “What?” I managed. Jet buckled the strap under his chin. “There was no way that guard would have let me go if it weren’t for you. So, thanks.” He winked as he slung his leg over his bike and pulled it off the kickstand. I was still trying to figure out what had happened as he pulled his key from his pocket and slipped it in the ignition. I grabbed the handles. “Where are you going?” I asked. Or more like demanded. There was no way he was slipping out of here after pulling something like that. Jet stared at me. “I’ve gotta go. If you can’t tell, I’m not welcome around here. Now, will you kindly move?” I gripped harder on the bars. Call me crazy, but I was tired of people using me for their own gain. It was time someone helped me for a change. “No