AllFreeNovel
Share Us
We keep looking back, but there's no one chasing us.
"We must have got all the tires," I say.
"How did you think of that?"
"Surviving the mafia 101," he says, through gritted teeth.
Anthony's knuckles are white against the steering wheel, jaw clenched.
I stare out the window at the passing plains, hugging my arms.
After a long stretch of silence, Anthony speaks. "Are you okay?"
I give a jerky nod. "As well as can be expected."
My throat feels raw.
I swallow against the lump forming there and take a shaky breath. "You?"
"I'll live." His tone is grim.
"But this changes things. We can't stop again until we reach the safe house."
I nod again, dread pooling in my stomach.
We have a long drive ahead, and no breaks in between.
My nausea from before swells, and I grit my teeth against the discomfort.
Anthony's looks over to me. "Do you need to stop?"
"No," I say through clenched teeth. "Just keep driving."
His jaw tightens, but he obeys.
The car lurches over a speed bump and Anthony groans, clutching his stomach.
"Are you okay?" I ask pointedly, suddenly worried.
I look at where he's clutching his torso, and momentarily, my mind goes blank.
I hadn't noticed that his dark shirt was wet.
Like a person in a trance, I reach out and touch it, even though he tries to move aside.
"Don't," he grumbles.
I pull away and stare at my fingers. Red.
Blood. Panic. Death.
"You've been shot," I say, like a fool who thinks he doesn't know.
Chapter 10
Anthony
"Breathe,Diana.Justbreathe."
