I get in the car

For a moment I stood there, frozen, but then a glance behind me revealed that Mr. Gray was reaching into his jacket with a cold expression on his face, for what I didn't have a hard time guessing, and without a second thought I jumped into the van.

The driver floored it almost before I could get the door shut, and a moment later a shot rang out, shattering the glass on the rear door. I ducked and shrieked anyway, my heart pounding even after I realized neither I nor the driver had been hit.

"Excuse me," the man said, one hand gripping the wheel as we drove while the other brushed the cold metal of a gun past my sensitive nipples as he leaned over me and aimed out the passenger side window.

I tried not to jump at the deafening noise and two flashes of light from the muzzle, and when I looked at what he'd been firing at I saw the car Mr. Gray had brought me to the house in, now with two flat tires. The man then smiled at me, retracted the gun, and went back to his driving.

There was a long moment of awkward silence. Well, awkward to me, at least, since the man seemed perfectly relaxed and focused on the road as we put the mansion and the horrible Mr. Gray and Mr. Benjamin further and further behind us.

Not knowing what to say, I took a moment to study my rescuer. He was a handsome man, dressed casually in black jeans and a white t-shirt, with dark, curly hair and blue eyes.