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Behind the wheel of the Merc, Lorenzo Scava catches my gaze, points at Griffin, and then draws his finger across his throat.
That guy? He’s dead.
“Why do you even care who I’m with?” I moan under my breath.
“What?” Griffin asks.
I turn to Griffin and grab his arm. “I’ve changed my mind. Take the next exit and drop me off somewhere crowded and leave…quickly.”
These three men might hurt me, or they might not, but they willdefinitelyhurt Griffin if I don’t get him out of this.
“My place isn’t far.” He switches the radio on.
“No, I’m serious, you need to—”
“I love this song,” Griffin says, turning the radio up and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
A few minutes later, Griffin pulls off the freeway into a distinctively sketchy part of the city. It doesn’t seem like a fun place to be left stranded without a ride, but I don’t care as long as Griffin can get out of here unscathed.
He presses a few buttons on his steering wheel and says, “Call Jax.”
A moment later, a number being called cuts across the music. When the call is picked up, Griffin says, “Jax? It’s me. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
A deep male voice without any inflection replies, “Dope.”
Then he hangs up.
“Who’s Jax?” I ask.
Griffin stares straight ahead and doesn’t answer.
I take another look around at the buildings we’re passing. Rundown warehouses and chain link fences. Rottweilers on rope leashes. Houses with boarded up windows.
“Griffin? Where exactly is your place?”
“Chill, would you? You’re jumpier than all those drivers on the free—” Griffin trails off as he glances in his rearview mirror and sees the same white SUV stuck to his bumper. Behind it is the red Ferrari. Behind that is the black Merc that nearly caused a pile-up.
Griffin’s furious eyes snap to mine. “Did you call them? Where the fuck is your phone?”
“It’s in my bag. I’ve just been sitting here the whole time.”
“Then what the fuck are your friends doing here?” he snarls, hands gripping the steering wheel.
“They’re not my friends. They’re not even my fiancé’s friends. I told you to let me out and go, so pull over!”
Griffin ignores me and speeds up. Cassius’ white SUV pulls into oncoming traffic and races up beside us. He tries to cut in front of the Escalade but Griffin twists the wheel savagely and we swerve into a side street. I grip the handle above my window and gasp a prayer.
The other three follow in a squeal of rubber, Cassius in the lead. Lorenzo’s black Merc turns down a side street and disappears.
I suppose it’s too much to hope that he’s going home.
I lean down for my bag and pull out my phone, intending to call Salvatore. He might have a meltdown when he finds out what I planned to do, but at least he’ll protect me from whatever the hell is about to go down.
Griffin grabs my phone and shoves it inside his jacket. “No, you fucking don’t.”
“Give that back. I’m trying to save your life.”
“Shut up,” he growls, his eyes darting around the streets as we drive way too fast.
