"Who's the chick?" The leader from the other g**g I'm assuming, says.
"That's not any of your business. You want me, leave her out of it."
"She seems important." The man notes, running a hand over his scruffy beard.
"I said leave her out of it!" He shouts and one of their men shoot at our feet.
"Erin! Come here!" Evan shouts.
I can't leave him.
"Please go, I already explained to you." He urges.
"I'm not leaving you."
"Babygirl-" he tries again, his face contorting into a look of pain.
"Let's run away together." I whisper, but he looks at me confused. In the distance is a motorcycle. He follows my gaze to the badboy that's I'm looking at.
"You're kidding right? This ain't the time to pull off a stunt. You're not Tom Cruise." He whispers back.
"How about a deal?" The man starts
