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“Improvising.”
Throwing her bag into the back of the sleek backseat, it landed on the puff pink upholstery. Damn why didn’t she think of getting herself a hot pink Porsche with that beautiful unicorn pink hue? Hmm, it was never too late. If she got out of this alive…
“Lady, are youloco? That car—”
“Will outrun anything in here.” She’d left the keys in it, hoping that maybe she could take it for a quick spin later on, but of course not, Ramos the letch had shown up with his posse of evil henchmen and she was on the run again. The door to the garage opened, and Easy and Shark came through. Damn, he looked so good, even shaking his head and with that scowl on his face.
“No, Jack. No fucking way.”
“Get in. We don’t have time for arguing.”
She fired up the engine and the car instantly came to life with a slow, purring rumble. “Hello, Bubbles,” she purred along with it as Easy landed in the seat next to her.
“You named the damn car, didn’t you?” he said, sounding a little incredulous.
“We’ll be right behind you,” Shark said, with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Crazy Choos.” His eyes sparkled as he nodded toward her.
“I think you’re warming up to my brand of crazy, Shark.”’
“Don’t you fucking encourage her,” Easy bit out, giving his head a disbelieving shake.
“Give ’em hell, Choos.” Shark coughed, covering his choked laugh as he and Juan made for the exit to the outside.
“At least, let me drive,” Easy said, desperately, but she worked the pedals, waited until the door started to slide open, then popped the clutch. “Bubbles is temperamental. Best leave her in my hands.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Easy said, but she was busy accelerating from zero to sixty in seven seconds. The car raced past shocked faces, men caught in their tracks as she flew to the end of the drug dealer’s driveway and turned right toward their final destination, Catatumbo River. If she wasn’t being chased by a monster hellbent on making her his sex slave, her hands would already be sweating at just the thought of the impending river crossing.
She checked the rearview and saw nothing there. “We can outrun them. Bubbles has three hundred and ninety-four horsepower, or in Bubbles’s case magical unicorn power.”
“Jack for the love of—” He listened intently to whatever Shark was yelling in his ear. “Dammit!” Easy swore. “It doesn’t matter how much unicorn power she has. Unless she can levitate with her special sparkle dust. We’re going to meet that ravine we avoided last night. This road dead ends.”
Her head wanted to whip toward him, but she had accelerated to ninety and it wasn’t prudent to take her eyes off the road. It was only half of what this sweet little pink concoction could go. Bubbles was no pushover, though. She had a six-speed gearbox putting out six cylinders of heady power to go with all those galloping unicorns.
“Yeah, Shark just told me. They’re coming after us in the Lexus and the other Mercedes in the garage. The troop truck couldn’t hope to catch us. Ramos is holding the chopper in reserve for now. He wants us alive.”
“Oh, fucking joy,” she murmured.
“I swear I’ll kill that bastard if he touches you again,” Easy swore. She risked a glance at his fierce expression and his fear for her virtue and her life. It was all there so clearly in a split second.
There was really only one thing she could do as the two cars he’d mentioned appeared in her mirror closing fast.
She’d have to turn around at speed, to make sure they weren’t caught. There was one thing not many people knew about her, including her family. It was the one thing she’d kept to herself, a way to blow off steam and to keep it only hers.
She liked to race her Porsche and had taken many defensive and offensive driving classes from one of her clients who had been a former instructor for the Dallas Police Department. He’d taught her all kinds of maneuvers, but one he had been reluctant to teach her on the side was a bootlegger’s turn. It was designed by moonshiners who transported illegal liquor to escape from police officers. A bootlegger turn could only be performed on a car with manual transmission.
She smiled softly. “Correct me if I’m wrong. That Lexus and Mercedes following us? Both were automatics, right?”
“Yeah,” Easy said, his voice very unEasy-like-sounding. “Jack if you’re thinking—”
“Hang on,” she said, the only warning Easy had before she downshifted.
“Oh, fuck!” Easy growled, the centrifugal force working on the car pushing him into the door.
Bubbles spun around, tires squealing, brakes burning as they turned toward the left, then slid to where the car was completely centered on the two-lane road. The magic happened as the back end came around, so she was partially facing the way they had come, then her lovely Boxster came right into line and completely turned around.
Basically, she had muscled the Porsche into a controlled skid where she entered the opposite lane, turned completely around in a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree whirl.
Bubbles came to a complete stop as the two cars approached. Without waiting for any type of threat, gunfire, or—she believed she had earned them—incredulous looks, she accelerated in the opposite direction. This time she knew the road and she opened up the pink monster, giving her unicorn ponies their head. Flying down the road, the drug dealer’s house came into view along with the stationary troop truck. She slowed, downshifted and when she reached the hooked, almost impossible turn to actually get on the main road toward the lake, she jerked the wheel. Taking the curve at a reckless speed, Bubbles didn’t disappoint her. The pink, magical beast turned on a fucking dime. They were home free. At least for the moment.
