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“Sure you will,” he laughed, glancing at her as she leaned her head against the headrest tiredly. “Take a nap, Zoey, I swear I won’t speed. I’ll wake you when we get to Danville.”
“Make sure of it,” she muttered, letting her eyes close as she slid her dark sunglasses over her eyes. “Or I’ll tell Natches.”
“You’d think those boys would get weaker as they got older,” Billy sighed. “I think they get stronger as they get older.”
Zoey had no doubt in her mind. They also got more protective and confrontational. Not to mention more nosey.
The lack of sleep the night before and the pure irritation had exhaustion tugging at her. With the easy speed Billy kept the car at and the warmth of the day, she was nodding off, slipping into a light nap despite her best intentions.
How long she’d slept, she wasn’t certain, but before she knew it they were pulling into the bank’s parking lot. Depositing the check, she glanced around the bank casually. She swore she could feel someone watching her. No one in the bank paid any attention to her, though. Shrugging the feeling away, Zoey collected her receipt and returned to the car. Once Billy got on the road again, she slipped back into a light nap.
She could hear the music, and Billy’s low voice as he sang along with it. She was comfortable, the music soothing. For a while.
“Fuck! Fuck!” Billy suddenly yelled, fury pulsing in his voice as the car surged with speed and her eyes snapped open in alarm.
“What . . . ? What the hell?” Zoey came awake in a snap as she was suddenly staring at a hole in her windshield.
“Get down!” Billy screamed furiously, shifting gears and pushing the little car harder.
Turning her head, Zoey peeked between the two sports seats, eyes wide as she saw the car racing behind them and the male passenger aiming at them with a handgun.
“Oh God!” Flipping around, she stared at Billy in horror. “Dawg . . . they’re all out of town, Billy. Dammit, I didn’t bring my fucking guns either,” she cried, suddenly terrified.
“Jack. Call him.” Tossing her his phone, his hand went back to the wheel, the other one shifting gears as the little car screamed around the curves. “He has friends close. Call!” he screamed as another shot hit the windshield.
“Billy?” Jack answered, his dark tone curious.
“Jack, help us!” Zoey yelled above the whine of the motor as the windshield shattered in front of her face. “We’re about three miles past the county line heading back from Danville in my car . . .”
The line disconnected.
“He hung up on me.” She turned shocked eyes on Billy. “He hung up on me.”
“He’s getting help!” Billy was fighting the steering wheel, pushing the car as hard as he could, the back end fishtailing around a hard curve. “Jack don’t waste time.”
She wished she’d texted Doogan before she left. Hell, now she wished she’d had Dawg go with her after all. No one would have dared attack her in this way.
Billy’s phone rang.
“Jack . . .” she answered desperately, nearly crawling into the floor as a bullet whined close to her ear.
“Zoey, listen to me.” Doogan’s voice was calm. “Billy’s coming up on a side road on his right. Take it.”
“Side road ahead on the right,” Zoey cried out as more shots rang out. “Take it.”
“Oh man, that road will kill the car . . .” he moaned.
“Take it!” she screamed as a bullet shattered the dash between them.
Billy cursed furiously as he slung the little car into the
turn. The back end fishtailed as Billy fought the wheel, the veins in his neck standing out, a snarl on his lips.
“Jack there?” Billy yelled.
“He’s here,” Doogan answered.
“Yes,” Zoey answered, bracing herself with one hand on the dash, her feet digging into the floor as the car rocked, tires sliding before biting into asphalt and propelling the car forward.
