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Arabella was in trouble. That was the only thing on Blaze’s mind as he stepped on the gas pedal. Time was running out, and he was sure they’d catch up with her sooner.

It was barely one week since he visited her last, and many things had transpired. Many things had fucking be revealed, including her current location.

Also, the blood that was always given to Sandro to restrain him whenever he was on the verge of going berserker was hers.

Not only that, she was the fucking Delicate Rose.

Blaze creased his brows. It wasn’t very clear. He didn’t know what was going on. She was declared as Delicate Rose one time, and the other time, she wasn’t.

He didn’t know where all the information came from, but he was sure Sandro had an informant. Someone was giving him all the information, and it was someone he didn’t know about.

Shit, that same person might have been the one lurking near Arabella’s window. For a few seconds, Blaze remembered his conversation with her five days ago. He had assumed she was only seeing things and some shadows of people in the woods.

He hadn’t believed her. Shit, he should have. At least, he’d have acted before they did.

Blaze gripped the steering wheel and gritted his teeth. The thought of Sandro getting to her first infuriated him. He needed to take her as far as he could before the arrival of the Deltas arranged for the operation.

Arabella sat on the sofa for a while before sitting up again. She stared at her phone. She had been doing that for the past hours, and she wondered what was going on.

Blaze had instructed her to stay on the phone to receive his call. She could keep the phone on the bedside table where it always was whilst waiting for him to contact her.

But, it was the distress she heard in his voice that did it for her. She was anxious and wanted to ask more questions, but he hung up before she could.

Heck, he didn’t pick up her calls whilst trying to reach him back.

She chewed on her bottom lip as she walked to the window. Opening the curtain, she scrunched up her brows as she stared outside.

There were more people than usual outside. But then, she seldom stared out of the window to check how the surroundings were. The times she did, she believed most people had left for their respective workplaces.

Moreover, today was a Saturday, and only a few people worked on weekends like this.

She heaved a breath as her phone vibrated in her hand. She swiped at the screen and placed the phone on her ear.

“Hey…”

“Just come out of the door. I’m in a white truck with tinted glass a few feet from the building. Please, act natural.” Blaze said.

Arabella frowned as she peeped out. She saw the truck. It was not the usual Blaze drive, and it looked like it was newly bought.

She stared at her phone again and snatched the messenger bag she had used in packing what she needed for the trip from the bed before going out of the room.

She didn’t know how long she would stay or what was going on, but she believed she picked what was necessary.

Arabella fidgeted with the bag’s strap as soon as she stepped outside. She glanced down and bit her lower lip as she sensed too many eyes on her.

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Arabella shook her head, ignoring the lanky blond she had seen from the corner of her eyes.

She hastened her step towards the truck.

“I said wait up, bitch!”

Hearing the horn come from the car, she took it as a cue and broke out in a run. The door flung open, and she jumped inside, slamming the door shut in record time before glancing at Blaze.

She let out a loud shriek and gripped the door handle, yanking violently on it.

“Shit, it’s me.” Blaze let out, peeling off the face mask he donned. “I needed to use it as a disguise so as not to be caught.”

Arabella panted, and she glared at him. Before relaxing into the seat.

“What’s going on?” She glanced back and noticed the man running after her had stopped and was staring at them from a distance.

“You sounded somewhat frantic. The urgency in your voice couldn’t be missed, and why am I going on a vacation that wasn’t planned suddenly? Is there something I need to know?”

Blaze breathed out. “One question at a time.”

Arabella rolled her eyes. However, she said nothing, and she waited for him to answer what she asked before bombarding him with more questions.

“You are in danger.” Blaze said.

“And?” Arabella furrowed her brows and glanced back once more. A white ford was following closely behind them.

It didn’t look like a coincidence. And it felt as though the car was chasing them and had somewhat distance itself so it wouldn’t be noticeable.

“That’s all I can say for now,” Blaze murmured. “Use your seat belt.”

He glared at her, and she saw his hand tightened on the wheel.

His knuckles had almost turned white. And her gaze went back to his face. He was frightened. She didn’t know why and he wasn’t letting her on anything.

It was infuriating he was keeping things from her. Things she believed she should be aware of.

Arabella used her seatbelt and glanced back again. It was a mistake she made by doing so. The ford pursuing them slammed into their truck, and she gasped.

“Hold onto something.” Blaze rasped.

Arabella hastily gripped the headrest of the seat she was in, and Blaze accelerated, speeding along the busy highway.

“Shit, you are going to get us killed!” Arabella screeched, and her eyes bulged out as Blaze withdrew a gun from the glove compartment. He had used his mask as well.

“Can you drive?”

“Why?!” She glared at him. “Half of the question I asked isn’t even answered. What do I need to drive for?!”

“Can you fucking drive?” Blaze scowled, and he released his hand from the steering wheel.

“I can, I can!” She yelled.

“Good, because our life is in your hands.”

“Jesus, Blaze! If I didn’t die today, I am fucking killing you!” She switched with him and gripped the steering wheel with her trembling hands.

“Just drive while I take care of business.” He said, going to the backseat.

She didn’t know where they were going, and he had instructed her to drive. She’d do just that if that kept them alive.