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Ciarán pushes the Hellcat to its limits, weaving through traffic like a man possessed. The SUV stays on our tail, relentless in its pursuit. But Ciarán’s driving skills are unmatched, and slowly, we begin to pull away.
“Did we lose them?” Summer asks, her voice shaky.
“For now,” Ciarán replies, scanning the rearview mirror for any sign of our pursuers. “But they won’t give up that easily.”
6
CATHAL
The car falls silent as we race down the deserted road toward a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Ciarán’s intel has led us here, but I’m not convinced. Every stone unturned, though. My biggest fear is having left my gang for all this time. A couple of days is like an eternity, and while they knew I was going after Ciarán, things have taken a bit of a turn.
“I need to get back to my guys soon.”
Ciarán glances at me briefly before turning his eyes back to the road. “I know. But we’ve got bigger shit to deal with right now.”
Nodding grimly, I know he’s right.
Dropping the visor so I can steal a glance at Summer in the mirror, she sits stiffly in the backseat, the knife we gave her clutched tightly in her hand. Her eyes are wide and alert, scanning the surroundings like a laser.
“Summer,” I say softly, trying to gauge her reaction. “You okay?”
“Just dandy,” she mutters, making me smile as she uses my words back on me.
“See, you should’ve picked better words. Now Iknowyou’re lying.”
Her blue-eyed gaze lands on my reflection, and she grimaces. “I’m fine.”
Sucking the air in through the side of my mouth in a gesture of disbelief as I shake my head, she snickers.
“Okay, fucking hell. I’m scared. I’m wondering if I’ve got the guts to use this thing,” she waves the knife around, “I don’t particularly want to die today, and it will kill me if I lose either of you. So, yeah, take from that what you will.”
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, wishing I could turn around and look at her properly.
“Riiight.” Her eyes dart away, and she goes back to scanning the streets. She’s got a hawkeye. She’d be an amazing lookout.
“They’re back,” she says before Ciarán has seen them.
“Fuck, Summerbell, I’m impressed.”
“Save the adoration for later,” Ciarán grits out as a pair of headlights appear in the rearview mirror, rapidly closing in on us. I tense up, instinctively reaching for my gun, stuffed in the top of my boot, with a soft grunt as my ribs protest against the movement.
Ciarán floors the accelerator, weaving through the streets with uncanny precision. The other car stays hot on our tail, its engine growling like a predator closing in on its prey.
Our individual fears and insecurities are now magnified by the shroud of our world that surrounds us. We’ve all been forced to confront the very real dangers our enemies pose, and suddenly, the lines between ally and adversary seem blurred.
Ciarán drives onto a warehouse parking lot, crawling with his men, pulling up the handbrake, he executes a flashy turn. Pressing the button for the automatic window, he pulls out his gun and aims at the SUV as it sails past, opening fire.
Bang.
Bang.
Summer slaps her hands over her ears, her eyes wide in fear.
“Don’t worry,” I murmur, they won’t come back with all this lot to go up against.
She nods, looking terrified as fuck. I wish we’d left her at home now. But if we had, would she now be in the hands of our pursuers instead?
“Fuck,” Ciarán mutters under his breath. “Everyone okay?”
