Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance) (197 page)

We run toward the large shutter-doors, but on the way Pierce pulls me to the side.

“Look away,” he says, and I do, and moments later I hear the sound of shattering glass.

Fire alarms scream to life.

There’s screeching grinding, metal on metal. The whole building rumbles. Heavy steel doors begin to lower from the roof. I look at them, confused.

“Come on,” Pierce huffs, and he tugs me forward again. The doors closing from the ceiling seem like blast-doors. They’re obviously designed not just to keep everything out, but to keep everything in.

It clicks in my head. This is a chemical plant! These are security measures to prevent outside contamination. It’s containment.

“Faster!” he roars, tugging me harder. I run as fast as my feet will take me, but we’re still so far away from the big doors.

“Come on, Pen!” he yells, and I try, but I’m at the edge, and if I attempt to go faster I might just fall.

The blast doors are shutting down fast, and I will myself, force myself to run faster. I was never a quick runner, I was never good at sports, but I push, I push, fuck if I push.

“Yes!” I cry as I clear the doors ducking. Just milliseconds later, and we’d have been crushed at the hip. They slam shut hard, shaking the ground beneath my feet. The whole plant must be in lockdown. Fallon, the Russian mobsters, they’re stuck inside.

I turn to Pierce, look up at him, and that’s when I see his face is completely red. The cut on his head has opened even wider, and it’s just pouring a torrent of blood out.

“Oh no,” I groan, and I want to tell him, but he looks away, tugs me again, and we’re running again, this time toward the collection of parked cars. They’re all expensive, all completely conspicuous.

Mobsters
.

“Which one?” I say, breathless.

“They wrecked my car,” Pierce growls. “Take the best one.”

Chapter Thirty Six