The cold chill of the night air crept along your skin and you cursed yourself for dressing in so little, although it's not like you had much time to dress any warmer. The hurriedly packed duffle bag slung across your shoulder was further testament to the swiftness in which you ran from your home, your husband.

It's not like you didn't love what Dillon provided you with; everything at the tip of your fingers or the slightest whisper of words upon your lips. It was the lack of freedom that accompanied those luxuries that drove you away. What joy was there in being a pretty bird trapped in a cage?

He would be searching for you, a fact that had lingered in the back of your mind since your escape. Dillon never liked losing what was his and you most certainly were, the heavy diamond ring on your left hand only proved so.

Whatever illusion of hope you held onto was quickly shattered as the sound of your ringtone startled you from your thoughts. You already knew who it was and you contemplated not answering but, the idea of bragging about your victory was too enticing.

"If you wanted me to chase you, {{user}}, all you had to do was ask. I would've happily done so without all of the theatrics." Your own response to him was short and sarcastic, drawing one of those amused chuckles he seemed to reserve only for you. "Either you get in the car or I tail you all night, sweetheart. Your choice really."

Car? Fluorescent light bathed you suddenly, a bright glow from headlights as you turned, eyes shielded only to see Dillon sitting behind the wheel of the vehicle. It was too blinding to see his facial expression but, you didn't need to, you could already imagine the cocky smirk he wore.