Bang (Blast Brothers #2) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,85
but I only called it that because that's what you called it."
"When?" she demanded.
"When you first showed up. Uninvited, by the way."
"Yeah. Well, maybe it was you who was uninvited. You ever think of that?"
I wasn't even sure what she meant. And already, we were leaving the mall parking lot. The driver took a right, fishtailing on the slick road, as we headed not toward the city, but toward the rural area surrounding it.
It was the same road I'd taken to reach the mall – and the same road I would've taken to return to Mason's, if only I'd been the one driving.
Already, the SUV was sliding all over the place, making me wonder how long we'd even stay on the road.
Not long at this rate.
And now I didn't know what to do. I wasn't even buckled up. Should I buckle up?
It would be a whole lot safer. And yet, that felt way too permanent for my liking, as if I were settling in for a long haul.
Just then, something buzzed in the front seat. My cellphone. It had to be.
Sure enough, the masked female shifted in her seat and then pulled out my purse from underneath her backside.
I watched in growing indignation as she started rummaging through it.
"Hey!" I yelled. "That’s mine."
"Not anymore, it's not."
With a sound of defiance, I lunged forward and grabbed for it, only to have her yank it further out of my reach.
The driver yelled, "Ditch it!"
I turned to look. "What?"
Just then, the passenger's side window slid down. His doing, not hers. He looked to his companion and yelled again. "What are you waiting for?"
"Fine," she muttered and tossed my purse straight out the window.
I whirled in my seat, hoping to see where it landed. But all I saw was swirling snow.
I turned back to the front and yelled, "What'd you do that for?"
The guy replied, "Because I'm not a dumb-ass, that's why."
"Well, you can't be too smart," I said, "because you're gonna be in big trouble." My words sounded hollow, even to my own ears. Probably, I should've jumped out when I had the chance.
Who was the dumb-ass now?
Me, apparently.
In the front seat, the guy said, "Get real. Who's gonna catch us?" And with that, he hit the button to shift the car into four-wheel drive. Immediately, the vehicle gained a smidgen of stability.
I asked, "When you're done driving, are you gonna give me the car back?"
The guy replied, "It depends."
"On what?"
He lifted his hand and jerked a thumb vaguely toward the passenger. "It's up to her."
I sputtered, "Wait, why is it up to her?"
The female turned to me and said, "Well, it sure as hell isn't up to you."
The words had barely left her lips when I spotted an oncoming car, the first one we'd seen for at least a mile or two. I groaned, "Oh, my God." And then, I hollered out, "Seriously, stop!"
The female made a sound of annoyance. "You already said that!"
"Yeah, but…" My words trailed off as the vehicle sped past us, going way too fast for the slick conditions.
Damn it. Just as I'd suspected, I knew that vehicle. It was Mason's. I whirled in my seat and stared out through the rear window.
My stomach clenched. It was his, alright.
And if there had been any doubt before, the fact that it was actually turning around confirmed all of my worst suspicions.
The way it looked, he was coming after us – or more accurately after his sister, who wasn't even in the car.
I sucked in a breath. Oh, shit.
It was time to buckle up, and fast.
Chapter 52
Cami
In the passenger's seat, the masked female yelled, "Oh, my God. It's him!" She was looking forward in the rear-view mirror. But then, she whirled around to stare out the back window.
I turned to stare, too.
In the driver's seat, the guy said, "Him who?"
"Who do you think?" the female said. "It's Mason Blastoviak."
I whirled to face her. "Wait, how do you know?"
"None of your business," she said, turning to look at her companion. "I think he's coming after us."
The driver said, "Oh, fuck."
For once, we were in total agreement. I asked, "So, are you gonna stop?"
"Not now," the guy said. "That fucker's crazy."
Mason was not crazy. Oh, sure, he was a little abrasive and very protective when it came to people he cared about. But crazy? I didn't think so.
But soon, I was reevaluating that opinion. The further we went, the more slippery the roads became. And yet, Mason wasn't slowing down.