and right as Bait drove faster and faster, using the off-road capabilities of the Land Rover to put distance between us and my girl, but I knew that wouldn't be enough to stop her. She was a hellhound just like me, and she had the scent of blood in the air.
We sped up a steep incline and gravel crunched beneath the tires as Bait screamed something unintelligible and suddenly my gut swooped, and we were flying through the air.
"Fuck!" I roared as the trees broke apart before us and I was gifted a view of the cloudy sky for several achingly long seconds before the nose of the car tipped down and I was looking straight into a ravine below.
My organs flipped over inside my stomach as the car plummeted over the cliff edge, the wheels just touching down on the steep decline as Bait screamed and Deepthroat yelled while the rocks far below beckoned us into their solid embrace with a promise of death.
We bounced and jolted and we suddenly crashed to a halt as the car smashed into a tree that protruded from the bank.
I slammed into my seatbelt, pain spearing through me where it held me in place as the sound of metal grinding and glass shattering surrounded me. For a moment it seemed like I was caught in the centre of an explosion as Bait’s screams disappeared and a beat of silence fell in the wake of the carnage.
I sucked in a painful breath as I lifted my head, my eyes widening at the huge hole in the windscreen right before the driver's seat and my gaze fell on Bait's body crushed and broken at the foot of the ravine far below.
“Shit,” I groaned, straining my arms against the restraints holding them behind my back and getting nowhere again.
A pained cry drew my attention to Deepthroat in the footwell as she stirred, seeming to be caught somewhere between consciousness and out of it. She moved a little as she seemed close to waking up and the car whined loudly, shifting against the precarious position it was held in by the tree. My heart leapt as the entire thing slid a few inches to the right.
"Don't move!" I barked, my pulse racing as my gaze moved from Deepthroat's slumped position to the fatal fall that awaited us if this thing overbalanced. And it seemed like we were pretty damn close to it doing that if we weren’t careful.
She didn’t reply and it looked like she’d passed out. Thank fuck for that. Not that it helped me. I was still stuck here, tied up and unable to escape this death trap.
I looked around cautiously, trying to figure out if I had the slightest chance in hell of getting out of this alive, but even that small movement had the metal grinding against the rocks as the car shifted again.
My stomach lurched and I swallowed thickly, useless adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was trapped, tied up and well and truly fucked. And for the first time in my eighteen years on this planet, I had every reason not to want my life to end.
"Fuck," I breathed because I could see my death staring me in the face and this time, it didn't seem like the Grim Reaper was inclined to spare me.
“K yan!” I screamed, throwing the car door open and running for the edge of the cliff with panic flashing through my skin like lightning. Tears burned my eyes as terror clawed up the inside of my chest. I can’t lose him. He can’t be dead.
“Don’t give up on me yet, wife!” His voice came sailing up from beyond the ledge as I skidded to a halt before the steep drop and rocks went tumbling down over it.
Oh thank fuck.
I braced my hands on my knees, drawing in a ragged, desperate breath as I saw the Land Rover nose down, the hood crushed against the trunk of a tree growing out from the side of the cliff. But even as I watched, the whole thing slipped a few inches to the right and panic made my thoughts scatter.
“I’m coming! Just hang on!” I promised, turning back and sprinting to Blake’s car, forcing my mind to go to that calm place inside me where I could think clearly. Where I could handle any situation. My father had trained me to manage stress in times like this. I could keep a clear head. I had to. Because I was