Comp’s Chance (Reckless Omens MC)

Epilogue Two

JADE

I run down the deserted road as fast as I can, not knowing where to go or who to call. If I call my mom, she will be pissed I even went on the stupid date. Which she has every right to be. I didn’t want to go on the date in the first place. I had no interest in Robby, but he was persistent, and I was worried about what he might do if I turned him down again. I couldn’t let my mom lose her shop, though. She worked so hard for that place, especially after Daddy died. Plus, I love it as much as she does. I was born and raised to do hair, and having my own chair in my mother's salon is a dream come true.

T hen Robby came sniffing around. He worked for the bank and told me he had business with my mother. They stayed in the office for about thirty minutes before he walked out. The shop was empty, and my mother was still in the back when he approached. At first, he was charming and sweet, but I still wasn’t feeling it, so I turned him down when he asked me out. Then he started coming by more, being more forceful. Finally, last Monday, he told me if I didn’t go on a date with him, he wouldn’t approve the second loan my mother took out on the place.

I didn’t even know she was taking out a loan, but that was who my mother was. Strong, independent, and prideful to a damn fault. Even if I asked, I knew she wouldn’t tell me if she needed a loan. I knew even more that she would refuse any money from me altogether. I saved up quite a bit still living from home. Yes, I still live from home. I had my own apartment, but when Daddy died, I knew my mom needed me home. Or at least I needed her.

E ither way, the threat had me agreeing to the date before realizing it. That brings us back to tonight, back to my horrible date, where Robby turned into a complete ass. He told me I needed a salad and not the burger I ordered. Then he proceeded to order for me while telling me all about his life and accomplishments. I didn’t get one word in. After an hour, I was done. I asked him to take me home. He tried to get me back to his place, but I refused, so he pulled the car over onto a dead-end street and tried to take what I refused to willingly give.

A ll he got for his trouble was a broken nose, a black eye, and probably a busted dick. I fought with my whole might until I could get out of the car and ran to the woods. Unfortunately, he got in a few licks and shredded my clothing, and I lost a shoe. I know for a fact there will be a bruise marring my dark skin tomorrow, and Mama is going to shit a brick.

I come out of the woods onto what looks like an old country road. I have no clue where I’m going, but I can't stop now. I make a quick decision and head left, only getting about half a mile before I hear the loud roar of a vehicle approaching behind me.

N o, he couldn’t have found me this fast. I don’t turn to look; I don’t stop; I run as fast as I can because I know if he catches me now, I won't be as lucky as I was last time.