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But she didn’t answer. Instead, there was a quick succession of pops from my .45. I snapped my body around to take in the scene. Briana was peeking over the backseat, firing into the roaring wind.
The van swerved.
“I think I hit them!” she gasped.
“Get your head down, you bloody idiot!” I bellowed.
“Just one more shot—”
“Suits, get down!”
White panic blasted through me. Bullets pelted the seats. I hunkered down, trying to make myself as small as possible.
“Bri—”
“I’m fine!” she shouted.
Just then, the semi moved right. I watched in the mirrors as the big rig inched the van off the road. Not stopping to watch the outcome, I pushed the truck as fast as it would go and lost myself down the stretch of road.
The fact that there still wasn’t a single cop on the road wasn’t a coincidence. It was Sophia’s doing. She kept the lines cleared and the camera footage wouldn’t show my vehicle. If anyone called in my plates, they would find the country records changed to give a false name. We would scrap this truck long before any authorities blinked. None of that mattered in the stretch of time it took me to drive home.
My breathing was still ragged when I pulled down the side streets and through quiet, pricy neighborhoods.Virgin Mary preserve us....
Chapter 19 – Briana
The house we pulledup to had an honest-to-goodness wall, and there was security personnel at the gate. Thick foliage hid the extent of the menacing defense measures. I shuddered as we passed under the raised metal access point. Directly inside, we came across guard houses. The men in dark clothing had military looking weapons slung over their bodies.So, this is the real Markovich family.The security at this place was impressive, and I supposed it ought to be, because whatever backdoor deals Viktor was involved in certainly justified it.
Sophia waited on the front steps, head thrown back and face to the sun. She bounced down the steps as the truck rolled up the short drive. The house behind her was a mixture of Tuscan villa and Gothic mansion; a massive testament to wealth and power, and itfitin ways I couldn’t muster the mental capacity to verbalize.
“Bri!” Sophia squealed as I stepped out of the truck. She sprang toward me and enveloped me in a tight hug.
I swallowed hard, pushing back the jolt of emotions at seeing her. “What’s going on?” I whispered.
“I’ll tell youeverything,” she promised, pulling back to meet my eyes. It was the same thing her brother had said.
Viktor walked around the truck, still pressing the hideous gash on his arm. “You’re going to have to sew this one,zaika.”
