Bang (Blast Brothers #2) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,87

And now, I could only imagine his disbelief when he caught up with us and learned that his chase had been all for nothing.

Willow wasn't here.

And me? I wasn't family.

I was "The Help."

The driver said, "Fuck! He's not giving up!"

I couldn’t resist. "Told ya."

As I watched through the rear-view mirror, the sedan lurched forward, as if Mason had abandoned all reason. My stomach clenched. Oh, God.

I whirled forward and yelled to the driver, "Seriously, just stop, alright?"

"No way," he said. "I told you, that guy's fucking nuts."

I whirled again to look behind us. Oh, yeah. Mason had definitely lost his mind. Already, the sedan was closing in on us fast, like he was putting the pedal to the metal in spite of a million fluffy reasons to do just the opposite.

Suddenly, his sedan shifted lanes and roared forward. Within mere moments, it passed us in a blur of speed and disrupted snow.

The guy in the driver's seat said, "What the fuck?"

But then, a split-second later, Mason's car swerved directly in front of us. The female screamed, and I might've too.

It was like Mason wanted us to hit him.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when that's exactly what happened. With a sickening crash, our SUV slammed into the back of Mason's sedan and sent both of our vehicles spinning.

I heard a series of bangs as airbags deployed all around us – in the front and even on the sides. The guy in the driver's seat gave a girlish scream as we spun like five times before coming to a slow stop in the shallow ditch.

Frantically, I glanced around. I was okay. And so, apparently, were the two idiots in front, because already, they were arguing about whose fault it was.

The female yelled, "You should've swerved!"

He yelled back, "I did swerve!"

"Yeah, but you swerved too much!"

"What? You wanna drive?"

"I can't now," she said. "The car's toast."

Was it? I wasn't so sure. Yeah, maybe the front end was severely crumpled, but it's not like we were in a twisted heap of burning metal.

My heart clenched. But what about Mason?

Here in the back seat, I was surrounded by tangled clothes and tumbled boxes. Still, I yanked off my seatbelt and lunged toward the side window. The side airbag had deployed at hip level, leaving my view unobstructed. Thank God.

And yet, thanks to the swirling snow, I still couldn't see beyond a few feet.

But then, the snow cleared barely enough for me to spot Mason's car on the opposite side of the road, where it had apparently found a ditch of its own. The rear of his sedan was a banged, crunched-up mess.

As far as the front, I couldn’t be sure either way.

As I took in the damage, something squeezed at my heart. Was Mason alright?

I reached for the door handle and gave it a frantic tug. Nothing happened. In the front seat, they were still arguing.

Ignoring them, I gave the door handle another tug. Still nothing.

Stupid safety features.

I hollered out, "Unlock the door!"

Both of them ignored me and kept on bickering.

Great. Already, the snow was kicking up again, hiding Mason's car from my desperate view. With growing anxiety, I stared through the snowy mist.

And then I saw him, striding forward like a gladiator heading into battle. He wore a dark business suit, a red necktie, and a look so ominous, I felt myself swallow.

In his right hand was a hammer – silver on the business end with a blazing orange handle. It was their trademark Blast Demolition Hammer, which he was wielding like a weapon.

I murmured, "Oh, my God," before hollering out to the idiots in front. "At least roll down the window!"

I wasn't even thinking of escape. I knew I'd make it out eventually. But now more than anything, I needed to let Mason know that his sister wasn't here, before he killed someone in a brotherly rage.

But did they listen?

No.

They kept on bickering.

As I watched in growing horror, Mason strode to driver's side window and lifted the hammer high. A split second later, the window shattered in a hail of broken glass that instantly silenced the bickering.

Mason used the sharp end of the hammer to puncture the airbag. And then, he tossed the hammer aside and reached into the car with both hands. He grabbed the guy in the driver's seat and yanked him out through the now-open window.

The guy hollered out, "What the fuck?"

As for his companion, she practically dove for the passenger's side door and shoved it open with