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Tristan nodded, pressing harder on the accelerator. We shot down the road, the headlights of Nick’s car growing smaller in the rear view mirror.
“Got any ideas?” I asked, wiping my mouth and forcing myself to sit up straighter. I’d be damned if I was going to let some hot-headed mafia goon get the better of me, regardless of how pregnant I was.
“I’m working on it,” Tristan grunted in reply, his gaze flicking between the rearview mirror and the road ahead.
Suddenly, something glinted in our car’s headlights. Tristan veered to the right, narrowly avoiding a massive pothole that would have left us stranded. The sudden movement caused me to grip onto the edge of my seat. “Wait,” I said. “Is that another car?”
“Civilian?” Tristan asked. “They’re gaining on us fast. Doesn’t make much sense.”
I squinted through the windshield, my eyes straining to make out the details of the fast-approaching vehicle. The car was sleek, its body glinting under the pale moonlight like a predatory cat ready to pounce on its prey. “That’s your dad’s car.”
Tristan stiffened. “Well, it isn’t my dad. Don’t think he’s under any condition to drive,” he said. “Kieran?”
“Could be,” I agreed, gripping the edge of my seat as Tristan swerved once again, narrowly avoiding another pothole.
A moment later, it did - and a surge of relief washed over me.
“It looks like it is Kieran,” I breathed, releasing a shaky laugh. The relief was short-lived, however, as my mind reeled back to the chase at hand.
Suddenly, Tristan pulled the car onto a side road and killed the lights. “Hold on,” he instructed as he veered off into an overgrown field, narrowly avoiding several trees before coming to an abrupt stop.
“Are we…” I started, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Going off-road? Yes,” he answered curtly, shifting the gear into drive before plunging us into the dark stretch of forest. The car jostled over the rough terrain, branches scratching against the metal as we navigated through narrow gaps between trees.
“I meant trying to hide. You don’t think he’ll find us?”
“I think he might be too worried about Kieran chasing him, and if we get lucky, he doesn’t know exactly where we left off.”
“So what’s the plan?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady amidst the turbulent ride.
“We’re losing them. This terrain is too dangerous for high-speed chase,” He said, reassurance lacing his tone as he maneuvered through the thicket. “Let’s just hope Kieran got the message and is tailing Nick.”
I nodded, holding onto the handlebar above me for dear life as Tristan took another sharp turn. Adrenaline had replaced fear now, heightening my senses as I kept my gaze pinned to the darkened view of our rear windshield. The sight of Nick’s headlights nowhere in sight brought a sigh of relief.
Then I heard a car screech behind us.
I felt a chill run down my spine. “Tristan...” I whispered, my voice shaky.
“I heard it.” His tone was curt, clipped with tension. The car swerved again, shooting us through a narrow clearing in the dense forest. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes never leaving the rearview mirror.
“Who is it?” I asked, straining to see through the back window but the darkness had swallowed up everything.
“I’m not sure,” he said tersely, pushing down on the brake as we neared a sharp curve. The car jolted as we rounded it, gravel crunching under the tires.
“Out,” Tristan ordered, unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for the door handle. I hesitated, looking at him in confusion. He turned to me, his face determined and serious. “Now, Adriana.”
I didn’t argue; I could tell by the look in his eyes that arguing was the last thing he wanted. I hurried out of the car, stumbling slightly as my feet hit the gravel. Tristan caught me by the arm, steadying me as he pulled me behind him.
We crouched down behind our car, listening to the crunch of gravel beneath tires as the vehicle drew closer. In a second that seemed to stretch into infinity, I could hear my heart pounding behind my ears.
And then the headlights illuminated us.
“Get down!” Tristan hissed, shoving me down onto the gravel as he reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. The car slowly appeared from the darkness, and I released my breath as I recognized Malachy’s Lexus.
“Kieran,” I said, more to myself than to Tristan.
As if on cue, Kieran rolled up to us and opened the driver door. “I got him to swerve off the road, but we don’t have much time,” he said. “He’s going to find your car. Jump in. I’ll drive us all to the nearest safe house.”
