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At that moment, my heart breaks. I know that things haven’t always been easy between my brothers and me, but I never thought they would work with my father to kill us.
“Gun down,” I say as I pull Tyson into the middle of the crowd of people.
Tyson points his gun at the ground and I do the same with mine. We blend in with the people trying to escape. I look over my shoulder, one of Dad’s capos is pointing at me.
“Fucking hell,” I say, lifting my gun and firing.
The bullet strikes the man, blood blossoming on his chest as Tyson and I run outside. The ground is cold against my feet as we race through the parking lot to the car.
“They’re behind us,” I say as Tyson unlocks the car and we jump inside.
He starts the car and peels out of the parking lot, dodging the people who get in his way. Tyson drives up over the sidewalk and onto the road, his leg tensing as he presses the accelerator to the floor.
The car shoots forward as two black SUVs pull out behind us. Tyson glances in the mirror and swears, taking a sharp turn as I lean over the front seats. I grab one of the rifles and bring it to the front seat.
“You’re pregnant, you’re not leaning out that fucking window. Put your goddamn seatbelt on.”
“Well, then you take the fucking gun and I’ll drive,” I say, my tone sharp.
Tyson glances in the mirror again before nodding. “Climb into my lap and take the wheel. Once you’re in the seat, I’ll slide over.”
I slide into his lap as he sets the cruise control. Tyson moves quickly, wriggling out from underneath me. He slides across the seat and grabs the seatbelt, clicking it into place.
As he opens the window and leans out with the rifle, I take the cruise control off and urge the car faster.
There is no way that we are going to be able to outrun them if any more cars show up. Guns are going off and bullets are wheezing left and right, and all I can do is hope that Tyson doesn’t get shot again.
“Head to the hotel,” Tyson says. “We need to gather what we can and then get the hell out of here.”
The backpack with the money and identities is in the trunk but several of the weapons are still in the hotel. Our clothes are there and a small supply of food. If we’re going back on the run, we need to get our things.
I glance in the mirror in time to see the tires of one of the SUVs blow out after Tyson fires a round. The other SUV takes several bullets through the windshield.
Tyson slides back inside the car as I take a sharp turn.
The hotel is close. I press the gas hard, speeding up as we hit the highway.
As soon as we pull into the hotel parking lot, Tyson jumps out of the car.
“Stay here and lock the doors. If anyone drives up, take off and leave me here. I’ll find you, okay?”
My chest constricts. There is a lump in my throat as I nod. As much as I want to go with him, we need to be ready to leave the moment he is out.
I lock the doors behind him, keeping the car idling as I wait. My gun is in my lap as I scan the area, searching for any sign of my father's soldiers. It won’t be long before they find us again. We’ll have to find somewhere else to hide.
Tyson comes running out of the hotel after what feels like forever. The tightness in my chest eases as I unlock the doors. He tosses the bags in the back and slides in after them as a black car comes screeching around the corner.
“Drive!” he shouts, slamming the door shut behind him.
I don’t hesitate. I slam down on the accelerator, the car screeching in protest as I race to the other exit.
As soon as we are on the road, Tyson slides into the front seat. I glance in the mirror, but nobody is following us.
A phone starts ringing. Tyson curses and pulls the phone out of his pocket.
“I thought we got rid of everything personal,” I say, thinking about everything we burned while at Damien’s safe house. “Why the hell do you still have that?”
“I’m still an agent, Aria.”
