Page 93 of Keep Me Safe
I watched him with breath held, waiting for some sort of reaction. To know if he was receiving any sort of response from my brother?—
Abruptly, his hand abandoned the comm. His face hardened to stone, and he braced himself as he raised his gun and fired repeatedly. I ducked out of the way as bullets shattered the back window of my Audi.
Why thefuckwas he firing on the car when he knew Kara was inside? Tires squealed on the asphalt as my Audi abruptly peeled out. The head of blonde hair on the driver left little doubt about his identity.
In a heartbeat, I’d gone from nearly having it all . . . to nothing. There was no oxygen left to breathe. I stood there, toostunned to do anything but watch my car disappear down the road, carrying her away.
Fucking move!I would not stand here, powerless. The Range Rover might have survived the blast?—
“Heads up,” Ethan said in an urgent, alarmed voice as he shoved me from the road. A dark SUV roared straight for us.
He had his sight set down the barrel of his pistol, aiming at the driver. I was with him on this plan, to commandeer the vehicle. But as it neared, I recognized it. He must have as well, because he lowered his weapon.
The Range Rover, with Jason seated behind the wheel, growled to a stop beside us.
Blood trickled down my brother’s neck stemming from his ear. Fletcher sat in the passenger seat with dirt, blood, and an angry expression splattered across his face. The window had been shattered, and he yelled through it. “Get in!”
Ethan yanked open the back door, and I jumped in after him.
“Go!” I ordered before we were seated, before I even had the door closed.
“Where’s Tony?” He asked while reloading his weapon.
It came from both men in the front seat. “Down.”
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The car tooka corner so hard I slid across the seats and my head collided with the door, jolting me awake. The pain had diminished to a level that was more bearable, less searing. But I felt sick.
Oh, no.
I turned my head and vomited on the floorboard. Juric was driving, and although he didn’t turn to look at me, he must have heard what I’d done.
“I threw up in your car,” I said, somewhat proud of myself.
“Not my car.”
I was still foggy. What were these sparkly crumbs all over me?
Safety glass. That was why it was loud. He didn’t have the windows down—the back windshield had been shattered. Panic surged inside me when I realized this was Shawn’s car. Where was he?Oh, God.What had Juric done to him and Ethan?
I tried to sit up, but the pain was intense and lingering.
“Stay down, unless you want the marshal to accidentally put a bullet in your head.”
How long had I been out? There was a noise, like hail but louder, on the trunk of the car. Bullets.
The car wove dramatically, and every time I reached for the door handle, another swerve sent me crashing to the other side of the back seat.
“I don’t recommend jumping, if that’s your plan,” he said. “If you were unlucky enough to survive, the pavement would take your skin off.”
Posed with the alternative of spending more time with Juric, was this really that bad of a choice? Yet I’d made enough bad choices to last a lifetime, so I heeded his warning. He fumbled with his phone. I’d be damned if I’d let him call for reinforcements or do anything else with it.
Screw the pain. Pain is fleeting.
I reached for the door handle, and he swerved again, helping to prop me up. Ignoring the danger from the car behind us, I lurched forward, grabbed his phone, and tossed it straight out the open back window.
