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Last thing I wanted was for us to be trapped with a murderer when he realized he was out of options.
He pulled the van back hard into reverse, hard enough that Ma and I fell onto the hard ground of the vehicle, pain running through me.
“We need to get buckled up!” I shouted.
I helped Ma first, easing her into the seat and strapping her in. Jose pulled a few hard turns, and it took all the control I had to stay in place and help Ma get situated.
Once she was in her spot, I grabbed the wrench and slowly approached the broken window between the front and back of the van.
“What are you doing, love?” Ma asked.
“Going to teach this prick a lesson.”
Ma let out a wicked laugh. “Give him one for me!”
The wrench in hand, I grabbed onto a nearby handle and got myself into position, shoving the wrench through the hole and poking Jose in the back of the head.
“Mierda!” he shouted, turning over his shoulder, the van swerving in the road. “Pinche puta!”
He went for his gun, but another swing of the wrench that connected with his wrist caused him to drop it. The pistol landed with a clatter, falling out of reach. It was impossible to get a solid angle with the wrench, but I managed to pester Jose enough with my makeshift weapon to prevent him from grabbing his gun.
Jose did his best to drive, swerving here and there through the otherwise empty road, shouting out curses as I did my best to do some damage.
Something ahead stopped me, however. In the intersection we were approaching, I spotted a sleek, forest-green Jaguar, two familiar men in the front seats.
Connor and Kellen. It didn’t take a genius to know what they had in mind. I jabbed the wrench forward one more time, hitting Jose in the back of the head and distracting him enough.
“We need to brace for impact!” I shouted.
As quickly as I could, I hurried to the seat across from Ma, strapping myself in just in time for the collision to jerk the van hard, the Jaguar slamming into the driver’s side, a horrible grinding, crunching sound filling the air as I hung on for dear life.
Chapter 36
Connor
The front of my Jag crunched and buckled as I swerved into the front driver’s side of Jose’s van. Tires squealed, metal ground, and sparks filled the otherwise dark night air.
“Holy shite!” Kellan held his arms out in front of him as I pulled a hard turn, getting away from the van as quickly as possible. There was precious cargo in the back, and I didn’t want to do any more damage than necessary.
The tires of my Jag came to a whining halt as I slammed the brakes, my heart racing from the collision. More squealing sounded from the middle distance, and I watched with a clenched stomach as Jose’s ruined van pulled to a hard stop.
I took one breath and then another, tension coursing through me as I realized that the fight was far from over. Kellan and I had stopped the van, but there was still the matter of neutralizing Jose and making sure the two most important women in my life were safe from harm.
“Glove compartment,” I said, nodding to Kellan as I yanked off my seatbelt.
“Got it.”
He opened the compartment, revealing a pair of Glock-17s, compact and reliable pistols. I took one and Kellan took the other, both of us flicking off the safeties and checking to make sure they were loaded and ready for action.
Guns in hand, we climbed out of the car, smoke rising from the Jag’s engine. My car, prize though it may have been, was the last thing on my mind. Jose needed to be taken down, and soon.
Kellan and I made our way toward the van with careful steps, both ready for whatever might happen. I kept my eyes fixed on the front, eager to spot Jose and prevent whatever he had in mind.
“What’s the plan, brother?” Kellan asked, his voice quiet as we approached the wreck of the van.
“Go around front and I’ll go around back. We need to make sure Jose is down before we rescue Ma and Claire.”
“Got it.”
