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“Good to know,” he grunted and hit a sharp right and then another before losing our inconspicuous tail.
“Now darlin’, we plan.”
Chapter 12
Lasso
The yellow fucking Trans Am was still on our ass, following every turn and attempt at misdirection. Who in the hell used a neon yellow sports car to trail someone? I wasn’t complaining because it made the asshole easier to spot, but it also meant being invisible wasn’t his priority.
“We can’t go back to your place,” Rocky said. “If they found us they probably followed us from there.” Her voice was cold and blank, like she was in shock, only used to it. “We need to lose them.”
I frowned and looked at the cool-headed creature beside him. “Them? Do you know who’s with him?” I couldn’t see who was in the car because I wouldn’t let them get close enough for that shit.
“No, but I’m sure I can guess. Probably Mosko or Guerilla. They’re both crazy as hell and if they’re not dead, that’s who he’d send.”
Her gaze kept flicking to the side mirror every few seconds, giving away the nerves she did a damn good job of hiding.
“Shit. I would’ve liked more time to plan this out but—”
She glanced around and barked, “But that’s not the story of my life. Look, we have to get rid of them and then we can figure out what to do.”
Before she picked up her phone and started typing, she checked the windows. “Okay, get on the freeway in half a mile and then stay in the left lane until I say otherwise.”
I frowned at her cool, bossy tone. “I think we should—”
“Just fucking listen to me for now. I’ve got this, yeah?”
I nodded at her confidence and pulled behind a moving van to turn onto the freeway.
I had no idea what was going through her pretty little head, but I merged into the lane and punched the gas until I was in the left lane going about ten miles over the speed limit and climbing.
“Want to fill me in?” I asked, moving the car forward as I spotted the yellow eyesore swerving through traffic to catch up with us. “Big Boy’s closing in.”
Rocky didn’t even look up, she just nodded and slid her finger over the phone screen. “I know. He’ll keep two cars between us,” she said absently, looking up at the sign we passed and back to her phone. “As soon as we pass the next overhead sign, get in the middle lane and do it quickly. Speed up and then hit the brakes before you get over.”
I laughed. “Rocky, I think I know how to—”
“Now!”
I did what she said, watching in the rearview mirror as the Trans Am scrambled to get over and having trouble with the thick crush of cars as we drew closer to the heart of Las Vegas. “Seriously?”
She nodded and looked up at me before casting a quick glance over her shoulder. “Pay attention Lasso, we need to do it again.”
“Where are we going?”
“The strip. Do you have anyone who can leave us a different nondescript car somewhere?”
“Yeah.” I handed her my phone. “Dial Savior and put it on speakerphone.” She did what I said, barely sparing me a glance, which I should have been relieved about because this would have been a complete fucking nightmare if she panicked. Instead she was saving us. “I need you to leave me the blue sedan,” I began.
“At the Bellagio parking garage,” Rocky called out.
“You heard that?”
“Yeah. What’s up?” Savior’s voice was gruff and annoyed, probably because I interrupted something with him and Mandy.
“Can’t talk now. I’ll explain later but if you can do that ASAP we’d really fucking appreciate it.”
He groaned again. “Shit yeah. I’ll leave a little something for you in there,” he said and clicked off.
