A-Train took Becca and Ryan to the Safe House dozens of kilometers away before coming to an abrupt stop.
He braced his hands on his knees, struggling a little.
"Fuck..."
A-Train cursed under his breath.
Dozens of kilometers would not even have counted as a warm-up for him in the past.
But ever since Kimiko had broken his leg, even after he recovered and every hospital test showed his body was back to normal, he still remembered the feeling of his bones breaking whenever he truly picked up speed.
He was afraid, and every time, he deliberately split his attention to watch for it.
Holding Ryan, Becca made sure their surroundings were safe, then immediately turned and grabbed A-Train's arm.
"Please, go back."
A-Train raised his head as though he had misheard.
"What?"
"They're still there." Becca hugged Ryan tighter. "Butcher, Hughie, Mother's Milk, and Kimiko. They'll die."
"How's that my fucking problem?"
Those words swept away the fatigue behind his earlier panting.
"You want me to go back and save them? Do you know how much I risked getting you out?"
Becca opened her mouth.
"Do you know what your husband offered to get me to save you? Threats! He used that stuff to force me!"
His shouting frightened Ryan into shrinking into Becca's arms.
Becca raised a hand to cover the child's ears, her brow tightly furrowed.
Seeing this, A-Train's anger caught in his throat.
But he did not stop.
"They got my girlfriend killed!" he said through gritted teeth. "They broke my leg, too! I fucking lost control and ran into one person, killing them, and you want me to pay for it my whole life!"
"I've already gotten you out." He turned his head aside. "That's enough."
Becca said nothing more.
She did not know whether