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“That’s why I should be driving,” I snap, panicked. Fuck, if mom can’t drive stick, we’re screwed.
“Shut up, the both of you,” mom yells, fear lacing through her voice.
I look over my shoulder and see Lorenzo racing to the car. “He’s coming!”
Simone starts hyperventilating. “Oh, my God. Start the car.”
“Where’s the key?” mom screams, frantically looking around the steering wheel for the ignition.
“There,” I point, flipping the cover on the fighter-jet style starter switch in the center console. I hit the start button and the car purrs to life.No hot-wiring needed, thank fuck.
Unfortunately, it could mean one of two things—the keys are in the car somewhere by some stroke of luck, or Lorenzo is very close.
As if called on cue, Lorenzo’s body slams against the driver’s side door. The three of us shriek in terror. Clearly anxious, Lorenzo tries to open the door, but mom engaged the locks. He pounds on the window, screaming my name, rage contorting his face. The fact he’s not opening the door means the keys are in the car. I would feel relieved if he wasn’t trying to smash through the windows.
“Fuck, mom, drive!” Simone hollers over the noise.
“I’m trying, Simone,” my mom yells back. Her eyes scan the dashboard while her hand messes with the clutch between my legs.
Smash!The driver’s door window explodes around us. “PINA!”
Holy shit!Lorenzo busted the window with his fists. He reaches in and tries to grab me. Screams fill the car in deafening volumes, chaos taking over. Anothersmashas the passenger window implodes on us. Paolo’s hand reaches in to open the door.
My mom somehow manages to throw the car in reverse and stomps on the gas. The car flies backward alarmingly fast with Lorenzo and his goons chasing after us.
“Stop!” I scream, afraid we’ll crash, not knowing where we’re going.
Simone, panic-stricken, grabs at the wheel, yanking it hard toward her. The car is spinning on its back tires. Round and round we go, screaming at the top of our lungs and throwing up Hail Mary’s to the heavens.
“We’re gonna die!” Simone wails.
“Let go of the wheel,” I holler, yanking it back straight.
Mom slams on the break, bringing the car to a screeching halt—the three of us suck in air.
Alarmed, my eyes lift to the review mirror, despair filling me. “He’s never going to stop,” I choke, watching him close the distance.
Without warning, mom steps on the accelerator. The car lurches backward again, going faster than before. Simone and I scream. What the fuck is mom doing?
Thunk!The car hit something.Thump, thump, thump—it rolls over the roof of the car. The windshield cracks, and something big tumbles off the hood. Mom doesn’t stop until the car floods with sunlight.
Gasping, I stare at the windshield where a trail of blood trickles down the fractured glass. The door jerks open making us scream. I nearly piss myself when an arm reaches in and pulls me from the car.
Strong muscled arms encircle me, crushing me to his massive chest. “It’s over. You’re safe, Pixie.”
“Maceo,” I cry, collapsing against him. He sweeps me into a threshold carry, walking me to the ambulance speeding down the road toward us, along with an entire fleet of officers and Mercy Ravens.
