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Ohhe fucking did not just talk to her that way.My knuckles went white with my grip on the steering wheel.
I caught her jaw tightening before she bent to retrieve a bottle for him. Grant took it and unscrewed the top to take a drink. No thank you or anything. Entitled asshole. I wanted to rip his head off.
“Accident on route A. Change to route B.” Talis’ voice drew my attention back to the road.
“Roger that,” I grumbled and followed our entourage straight through the next set of lights onto a one way street instead of going left.
“Ah, that’s better.” Grant smacked his lips and flashed a grin at Callista. “I have quite the evening planned for us. Dinner at Serenade, a walk along the beach to my private pier, and a ride on my yacht to watch the sun set. Nothing but the best for a Birk.”
Slimeball.He didn’t say for her.This was for her family name.
“Thank you.” Callista’s voice was quiet and a little hoarse. She stole another glance toward me before forcing her gaze back to Grant. “You’re very sweet.”
“Construction to the right. Watch for the flagger. Looks like a truck might be coming through.” Talis’ voice had me gritting my teeth. I didn’t need this shit. I was barely containing my anger at Grant as it was.
I slowed, and sure enough, I had to stop as the flagger stepped out in front of me.
“You look absolutely stunning in red,” Grant continued, fingers drumming lightly on the back of his seat so near to her head. “Next week when we go to the fundraiser at the Hilton, something less flashy would do better. We must retain a respectable appearance, after all.”
My vision went hazy and crimson. My nails dug so hard into the leather around the steering wheel, it ripped.
The fucker! He could not talk to her that way. He was as far from respectable as an Alpha could get.
I was turning around in my seat to tell him so when Talis shouted something in my ear. I turned just in time to see a dump truck barreling down at us from the left. I slammed the car into reverse and got back far enough that the truck only scraped the front bumper.
A second truck behind it was turning to aim right for the limo.
I slammed my foot onto the accelerator and twisted to look where we were going behind us. “Get down on the floor!” I yelled at Grant and Callista. Tapping my earpiece, I said swiftly but more quietly, “Second truck. This is a fucking setup! Hit reverse, Team B. We need to get the fuck out of here!”
Callista didn’t hesitate. She threw herself onto the floor. Grant, on the other hand, scowled and turned to look around. “What’s going on? Get us out of here!”
“There’s too many cars behind us!” Connor, Team B leader, hollered, and cried out as the limo rammed into the front of their Sedan. All of us jerked with the impact. Callista let out a yelp as she rolled against the bottom of the seats.
Every fiber in me screamed to make sure she was okay.
The dump truck skidded and drifted into a turn. Its massive tires would squash every car in the line. We needed to vacate and get off the road to a secure position.
“Out of the limo! Now!” I threw open my door and ran around to the side to open the back seat. Why wasn’t Grant moving faster?
Team B had hurried out of the ruined Sedan and had their guns out, firing at the dump truck. The tires were too thick to shoot out. Industrial glass and metal kept whomever was driving safe inside. Whoever came up with this plan was good.
Grant stepped out as if he had all day with a pissed off rich boy expression like someone just shit in his oysters. I shoved him out of the way as I reached in and pulled Callista out. Her hair was messed up, her dress twisted, and she was pale and trembling. She opened her mouth to say something, but more shots rang out. I didn’t even think about it as I held her against me and pointed toward Team B.
“Move! That way!”
The dump truck had done its turn and was gaining speed again. One of its massive front tires hit the front of the limo with a deafening crunch as we ran past Team B. All of them had been military trained. None of them stopped shooting at the truck as we dashed down the street.
Civilians had stopped their vehicles and exited them to run too. It was fucking chaos.
“Location of G!” Talis demanded.
“Heading south toward Hyde Street.” I loosened my hold on Callista so I could draw my Desert Eagle from its holster and rattled my brain to think of what was on Hyde. “We’ll turn right, toward the east, and take cover in one of the shops.”
The truck wasn’t moving as fast over the cars, but it was still coming. Team B kept shooting as they followed behind us. Miss Birk kicked off her heels and ran barefoot. Tears shone in her eyes. I had to get her out of this.
We exited our road onto Hyde. There were screams coming from every direction, crunching metal, and gunshots.
“Team A, Levi, and I turned two blocks down. Heading to Hyde now.” Talis’ voice was almost lost to the cacophony even with my earbud in.
