Copyright © Morticia Knight 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. I can't lose him again. If Juan wouldn't stop the car, he would simply jump out. Jack grabbed the vehicle's door handle and jerked it open. Juan slammed on the brakes, and Jack lurched forward, smashing against the seat in front of him. A loud horn sounded behind them, and Jack struggled to pull himself up from where he'd been thrown onto the car floor. I have to hurry. He tumbled from the Rolls-Royce, and ran up the block to where he'd seen Nick waiting to board the trolley. He waved his arms furiously, but the Red Car Line was already in mid-turn and heading up Broadway—taking Nick from him again. Jack spun his head around, frantically searching for a cab, Juan, anything to chase after the man he loved more than anything on earth. Jack spotted the Rolls pulled over near the pier, and raced back to it. By the time he reached the car, he saw that Juan was standing on the runner looking all around, a hand shielding his eyes. Undoubtedly, he was searching for Jack. Jack yelled out, "Here—I'm here! Let's go!" Juan saw him, but stood frozen, seemingly unsure what to do. "Get in! Start the car!" Jack reached the vehicle right as Juan pressed the floor button to start the engine. "Sir, I don't under—" "Turn around. Go back." "But there's nowhere—" "Figure it out!" Why? Why would I see Nick now? Juan expertly pulled the car out of the cramped spot he'd had it wedged in, drove to the next street, made a left and turned it around. Too late. He's going to be too late. Jack could see why Roman had Juan as his driver, however. He was very handy behind the wheel. Roman. Oh, God... His breathing increased, and beads of sweat broke out on his upper lip and forehead. He bit one of his knuckles in an attempt to stem the panic and fear in his gut. Soon it would rise like the whistle of a tea kettle, and he wouldn't be able to catch his breath at all. He needed to stop it—to think. He would try to catch up to Nick first, and worry about anything else later. Just breathe... Juan was saying something. He should listen to him. "Which way, sir?" Jack looked up and saw that they were passing Broadway. "Fuck! Go back up that street!" Jack could tell that Juan was completely confused. He shook his head, but did as he was told. Jack was back in the present. There was a back-up of cars on the highway, and Jack closed his eyes to keep himself from getting riled up again. Breathe in, breathe out... "Would you like me to continue on this street, sir?" "Yes. Please." Jack tried to calm his voice. It wouldn't do to have Juan reporting back to Roman that Jack had been acting crazy and yelling at him. Once Juan had them heading up Broadway, Jack squinted to see if he could spot the trolley in the distance. He assumed that it would stay on the same street, but he really had no idea what route the Red Car Line took. He eyed the tracks, but they passed some that turned off onto other boulevards and avenues. Each time they drove over a curved track line, Jack would whip his head around to see if the trolley had gone that way. There was also the possibility that Nick had already reached his stop. So Jack watched for him walking along the road as well. After driving another ten minutes, Jack could see a trolley car pulled over. "Over there. Stop." Jack indicated where he wanted Juan to go, and he quietly did as Jack asked. In their current location away from the excitement of the beach and the pier, there was much less in the way of traffic. Juan had barely rolled to a stop when Jack hopped out. He had always been able to move fast, and he used that to his advantage. The...