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How far away were Dario, Fiero and Natale? Would they be there in time?
So far, I hadn't spotted Vincenzo in the rear-view mirror, but I didn't have the slightest idea what kind of car I should be looking for. What was he driving if I had taken the Sián with which we had arrived?
I gulped when I saw the red Porsche still behind me as soon as it turned ontoVia Esterna Chiunzi. The Lamborghini handled well, but I felt unsafe in the road conditions. But that would probably have been the case even if I had been in a tank and not being followed.
"It won't be long before I reach the turnoff that leads to his house," I informed Emilio.
"And the pursuer?"
"Is still right behind me and getting closer."
"The others still need time," he replied. He was probably gritting his teeth and had clenched his hand into a fist, not only because Vincenzo had changed the plan but was now nowhere near coming to my aid.
An ice-cold knot formed in my stomach.
The Porsche moved closer and started an overtaking maneuver. I suspected he wouldn't get in front of me but would try something else.
When I went faster I couldn't hug the tight corners anymore.
"Merda!"I cursed and slammed on the brakes when the other vehicle was level with me. But instead of shooting off to the front, he came at me from the side.
Closer and closer, he came to my car. I was on the verge of wrenching the steering wheel just to eliminate the feeling of constriction and loss of control.
I snorted.
"Emilio, I'm afraid he means it," I growled between clenched teeth. I slowed down even more. But the driver only got half a car length ahead of me, which he would surely use to push me off the road as soon as the guardrail stopped again, and next to it was the slope that shortly after turned into forest.
"What's happening, Dea?"
"We're still going crazy fast, and he's trying to run me off the road. If I stop, he'll get in front of me, and I won't be able to get out of here."
I gritted my teeth, stepped on the gas, and let the Sián shoot forward, which automatically pushed my opponent to the right. Metal crashed as we brushed against each other, and the rear end of the Lamborghini broke free. Still, after an agonizingly long five seconds, I managed to get the car reasonably stable again.
Until the glass of the rear cover flew around my ears. The shot rang in my ears.
My heart raced. It took all my effort to keep the car on the road and not jerk the steering wheel in fright.
"Was that a gunshot, Dea?" Emilio yelled through the speakerphone.
"Well, it wasn't applause for my good driving skills," I quipped.
In the background, I heard Emilio talking to someone. Loudly. Aggressively. Flavia cursed.
I had my hands full trying to put a gap between myself and the red Porsche again, which was already reduced in the next turn.
The window next to me exploded with the next bullet, missing me by a hair's breadth.
"I'm not made for this!" I hissed and instinctively tried to make myself smaller. To duck. But neither was an option when you were sitting in an already low-slung sports car that, with its shape, offered few options for other seating arrangements.
"You're doing well," Flavia said.
"I've only almost been shot twice," I replied, a sinister undertone in my voice.
"But only almost," she repeated as if that should cheer me up.
I let out a sharp scream as I felt the impact of the other car against mine. The Porsche had approached from behind and, regardless of any losses, had collided with my car, to push me across the lane.
I couldn't keep the steering wheel still. I heard metal screeching and both bodies protested against theaccident.Frantically, the guardrail came closer; the Sián crashed through it and flung me forward until the seat belt yanked me back. The world around me exploded in a cacophony of noise as the car crashed into the nearest tree, shaking me so hard that I briefly lost consciousness, though I could hear Emilio yelling through the phone.
