Chapter Rylie

Rylie

I didn’t look back.

I couldn’t.

The church doors echoed behind me, voices shouting, shoes pounding. I lifted my dress and ran, lungs burning, heart screaming one name.

Trigger. I saw his truck like it was a sign from God. Now I had to get away before Thomas called the Mexican mafia to kill everyone.

Strong arms caught me mid-stride.

“I’ve got you,” he said, low and fierce.

And for the first time in weeks—

I believed I might live. I needed to get away from everyone. They might get killed if I didn’t. Before Trigger knew what I was going to do, I ran across the street.

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