Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,148

against the hard marble tiles for the second time tonight.

We break through to the impressive garage and before I even know what’s happening, I’m shoved into the back and pushed down into the floor space of the Danforth family SUV. Carver claims the driver’s seat while Grayson and King launch themselves into the trunk, guns already in their hands. Cruz climbs across the backseat, kneeling as he drags a bag of ammunition and weapons up onto the chair above my head, and the second the door closes behind him, Carver hits the gas and the car goes screeching out of the garage.

CHAPTER 36

The SUV races down the long driveway and it takes all of two seconds to gain the attention of the men at the end of the street.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant over and over again, my stomach practically in my ass and feeling like I’m about to hurl all through the back of the car, though I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time that happened in here.

“You’re going to be fine,” Cruz calls down to me as he loads up a bunch of guns with expert hands and passes them to the boys in preparation. “Just whatever you do, keep down. Carver will lose them before we get the chance to kill them. This is all just … precautionary.”

I groan, knowing he’s just making it sound better than what it actually is. This is going to be a shit show and something tells me that the men currently racing to their trucks have been promised something really nice if they were to bring my head back on a stake.

Carver pushes the SUV to its limits, only to have to skid to a stop to enter the code for the gate which only serves to piss him off. He barely waits for the gates to peel back, clipping the front bumper of the car as he goes.

The second he hits the road, he takes off like a bat out of hell as I rock around in the back, my head slamming against the side door. “Fuck,” I curse. “I know you’re trying to save my ass and I swear, I’m not being an ungrateful bitch, but could you watch yourself on the corners? You drive like a fucking madman.”

Carver just grunts, concentrating on the road as not a minute later, he’s forced to another stop as we reach the main gate into the Ravenwood estate. He enters the code as quickly as he can while glancing up in his rearview mirror, getting a good look at how many trucks are currently speeding to catch us.

“We’ve got six on our tail,” Grayson says, practically reading Carver’s mind.

“Yep.”

We get through the gate and Carver even takes the extra second to stop on the other side to make sure the gate closes properly before taking off again. He races out into the traffic on the main road and even though the men behind us are currently trapped behind a slow gate, it won’t be long before they catch us.

There are too many cars to get a real head start, but the second we’re out on a freeway or an empty road, Carver will kick their ass, assuming they haven’t kicked ours first.

I close my eyes, pretending that the rocky drive is just a bumpy ride at a fair, but when a gun is shoved into my hand for ‘just in case’ it’s not so easy to pretend.

I roll onto my back and stare up at the roof as I hold the gun to my chest, my fingers curled around it, prepared and ready if I have to use it.

Cruz looks down at me. “You good?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Just a usual Saturday night,” I tell him. “You’d think I’d be used to this shit by now.”

“No one ever gets used to this shit,” Carver says from the front seat, swerving past something that I can’t see and instantly getting a slew of curses screamed from the guy in the next car, prompting Carver to put his window back up. “You just getting better at not dying.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Wow. Great advice. You really have a gift for this.”

Carver doesn’t respond but the soft chuckle from King in the trunk is enough to give me what I need to keep going. “So,” I say to the silent car, bracing my hand against the door behind my head as Carver swerves and cuts through traffic like a pro.