I saw through the plastic grins but decided to push through regardless.
July’s case was still open, and I knew I should let it go. But since Nial wasn’t the one tied to these human trafficking cases, I chose to pursue it.
Besides, I had a bone to pick with that asshole called Vika. We’d been working together on this case since I returned—July and me. She was afraid because she knew who we were dealing with and what they were capable of.
I was terrified too.
However, I wasn’t going to allow my fears to stop me from doing the right thing. Vika had destroyed so many lives, and he deserved to rot in jail.
Anxious and petrified, we pushed through with the case, gathering as much evidence against him as we could find. The only problem was that I was working blind with no one to trust.
I was driving home that evening when I recalled July’s concerned words.
“How’re we gonna pull this off without getting shut down? These people are everywhere, and right now, we don’t know who we can trust.”
My response to her was,“Don’t worry. I’ll figure something out.”
I hadn’t figured it out yet, not at all. Because even with all this evidence, one order from above, and it was all going down the drain.
At this point, I couldn’t help thinking maybe the reason no one had interfered or asked me to stop was because they were waiting for the right time.
Whatever the case, I wasn’t going to quit now. I must at least try first.
I steered the car down a street when I noticed the vehicle quickly catching up behind me. I wanted to ignore it at first, thinking it was just some random car.
However, shit got real when it crashed into my rear bumper with a hard thud. My grip tightened on the wheel, my heart skipping a beat. They hit me again. Harder this time.
“Fuck,” I murmured under my breath, slamming on the accelerator.
My car shot through the streets like a missile, tires squealing loudly on each reckless swerve. The world blurred past outside my window as those guys chased me through the city.
I weaved through traffic at high speed, my speedometer needle climbing up to triple digits. When I glanced at the side mirror, I saw a man sticking his head out of the moving vehicle with a gun in his hand.
“Shit.” I turned another corner without warning. My tires screeched against the asphalt, loud and dangerous.
Horns blared as drivers hit their brakes to avoid a collision.
“Fuckin’ cunt!” one yelled at the top of his voice.
“Where’d you learn to drive?!”
Their insults were the least of my problems right now. Whoever those guys were behind me, they had guns, and they weren’t slowing down. Neither was I.
I stepped on the accelerator, switching gears with apt precision. Every swerve, every street I turned, they were there on my six, tailing my every move.
The black SUV caught up in no time, and now both cars were traveling side by side. When I looked across the front passenger window, I saw a man aiming his handgun at me.
And without hesitation, I slammed on the brakes before he could pull the trigger. The shot rang out, but the bullet missed my car completely. My tires squealed as I swerved behind them, hitting their rear bumper in the process.
Their vehicle jerked at the impact.
I hit them again. Harder this time.
The man with the handgun stuck his head out the window again and began firing at my windshield. One bullet knocked down my side mirror, and I lowered my head, my car still on their tail.
A truck ahead honked loudly, its bright headlights beaming as it approached. I saw it as an opportunity, and I took it without wasting time. My engine revved, and I lunged forward, hitting their rear bumper harder than before.
The collision knocked their car off balance, and the driver, having lost control, swerved right in front of the incoming truck.
