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“It’s now or never.”
Behind me, the detail blew their horn, and my cell phone rang. They were confused about what I was trying to pull, but I’d deal with whatever consequences came later.
The horn got louder as I approached the tracks, and I squealed as my car lunged over the tracks seconds before the train shot past.
“Holy shit!”
My heart pounded, and my ears tingled as my car raced down the dark street.
My cell phone rang constantly, and I silenced it and navigated to my destination.
15
Dominic
Something was amiss. From the moment we entered New York airspace, a shift in the atmosphere kept my eyes on the roads and my ears on the ground.
“There is darkness before dawn.”
My Nonna’s words had stayed with me, but they were elevated now—more than when she’d first spoken them.
“You have played in its power, but it was never something your soul was meant to carry. Beware.”
* * *
It had been thirty minutes since I left Penelope. My cell phone buzzed inside my jeans pocket, but I ignored it, left my home in Corniquea Hills on my bike, and headed towards my warehouse.
My cell buzzed again, and I hit the Bluetooth button. “Is this a fuckin’ emergency?”
“It’s Penelope,” Mano said through the line.
My heart thumped. “What the fuck is it, Mano?” I roared.
“She’s trying to shake us.”
I frowned. “What the fuck do you mean she’s trying to shake you?”
“She left the house, and she’s not answering her phone.”
“Where the fuck is she?!”
I entered the expressway and hit speeds against the law in twenty-four countries.
Two lanes over, a Jeep tried to keep up with me as they threaded in and out of traffic. I increased my speed, and so did they, proving that the person driving the Jeep was desperate to get to me.
“I’ll call you back!”
What should’ve taken me twenty minutes took me eight. Exiting the freeway, I disconnected the call with Mano and switched to voice recognition.
“Dial Penelope!”
Five minutes from my warehouse, I watched my tail and noticed the Jeep exiting the freeway. I slowed so they could catch up. When people were sent after me, it always became their worst day—because they never made it into the next.
Penelope’s phone went straight to voicemail, and anger filled my veins.
Three cars back now, the black Jeep swerved into the right lane of oncoming traffic, sped up, and jumped in front of the car behind me. My pursuers wanted me bad.
I removed the nine-millimeter tucked in a holster under my arm and hit a hard right on the next street.
