XXII - Dax + Escape = Hot

"Where are we going?" I asked Dax, as he drove like a maniac down the road in a sports car that I had no idea where it had come from.

I watched in the rearview mirror, looking to see if anyone was following us or any sign that would tell me why his behavior. The hard face he had, the pressure of his hands on the steering wheel and the tense atmosphere, worried me.

I was afraid we were going to hit a car at this speed, starting when we had fled from the hospital, having seen him fight hand-to-hand with other men.

He was right; he possessed impressive and very disconcerting strength, as he left the men unconscious and full of blood.

He had to carry me out, as the blood was making me weak and if it wasn't for the woman who worked for them, we wouldn't have made it out without a bullet wound.

I panicked as I felt the vibration of a cell phone in my pocket and realized it was the cell phone Maddox had sent me; it was just him calling.

"It's Maddox," I announced to Dax and he took the c