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Stellan squeezed my hand tighter.
The moon hung high in the sky as we pulled our cars into a warehouse a row behind where the ship had just docked. Remington had hacked into the security cameras and was monitoring everything as box after box of weapons was loaded by—Cain’s—employees into the trucks.
I was pretty sure we were all holding in our collective breaths until the last box was placed on the trucks.
One of Alexander’s men gave a thumbs up to our drivers, and the trucks pulled out of the dock, one by one.
We did a loop and then trailed a few car lengths behind the last truck.
“How far is the exit where we’re pulling off?” I asked. The plan was to stay on Alexander’s intended route for a while, but still pull off on an exit far enough from the cartel that it would take them some time to provide any help.
“It’s about an hour and a half into the trip,” Cain commented. I nodded, tension thrumming through me. I hated when things went smoothly. It always gave me the creeps.
The calm before the storm was never a good thing.
“We’re ten miles out,” Remington commented what felt like a day later.
Stellan and I straightened up, and I grabbed my gun from the floor and double checked it was ready to go…just in case.
“Why does that make me hard to see you holding a gun?” Stellan asked…sounding horrified.
I winked at him and he groaned before shaking his head and turning his attention to his own weapon.
Remington glanced out the back window. “The others are here.”
The plan was that we would slip right behind the last truck, and then seven other cars would also force their way in so there was a buffer between most of Alexander’s security who were following behind…and the trucks.
The security riding in front of the trucks would pass the exit automatically, not anticipating what was going to happen, of course.
Cain glanced back at me. “Ready?”
I nodded and gave him a grin that was all teeth. “Let’s do this.”
The trucks floored it, turning onto the exit ramp at the last minute, Alexander’s men heading down the highway without thought. Tires screeched when they realized what was happening, but some more of our men filled in gaps in traffic, making it impossible for them to turn around.
Cain darted through an opening, pulling ahead of Alexander’s other men so that we were right behind the trucks. We all made it off the exit, but so did the rest of Alexander’s men.
The line of vehicles tore through the city streets. We’d arranged the drop off with the Jackal Company in warehouses on the other side of this city, a maze of streets between here and there to hopefully lose Alexander’s men. The drivers of the trucks had a list of streets to try in order to confuse them.
But there were four armored vans on our tail we needed to lose.
This was going to be an experience.
My heartbeat was pounding in my ears, Cain's hands gripped the steering wheel, his eyes tracking everyone. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as we weaved through traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions with each passing second. Alexander’s men were still behind us, having difficulty getting past the cars Cain had enlisted to help out tonight.
“Send out the text for everyone to start using their side streets,” Cain snapped, and Remington typed something into his computer, presumably sending out texts through his high tech program. I was gripping my knees so hard my knuckles were turning white. My gaze flickered between Cain's focused expression and the pursuing vehicles in our rearview mirror.
“Incoming,” Stellan growled as gunshots suddenly hit the driver’s side window. Cain cursed and swerved into the next lane.
Thank fuck the glass was bulletproof or we would have been dead.
Bullets whizzed past us again, shattering glass on the cars parked on the sides of the road and certainly leaving their mark on our car's exterior.
"Hold on," Cain's voice rang out, and Remington cursed as he almost lost hold of his laptop as Cain made a hairpin turn. Two of the vans couldn’t make the turn, but the others did.
“Shooting back would be good,” Remington commented.
Stellan cursed at him but we both lowered the windows, stuck our guns out, and started shooting.
