radiating pain from elbow to shoulder, as well as the side of my head to the top.
I gasp in disbelief. I was so busy watching the route we were taking, I wasn’t paying any attention to the vehicles around us. What the fuck was that?
I blink and everything speeds up. Tyson removes his hand and then floors the gas. My head flies backwards, my body sinking into the seat with the force of his speed, and then he’s zipping us around a corner, his gaze flying between his mirror and the road in front of us. This car is so much faster than I’d imagined.
“What’s happening?” I ask far too calmly, swallowing down the sensation of puke crawling up my throat. I’m freaking out inside. yet somehow I manage to keep it all bottled up and project false composure. My head is throbbing, but there’s time to worry about it later. I need to figure out what in the hell is going on. “Were we just hit?” My voices rises with each word. Fear and anger clouding my vision as the initial pain begins to fade enough that my adrenaline takes over.
“The goon’s on our arses. Let’s get this sorted later, shall we?”
“Uh, how about no! Give me your Glock and keep talking, Tyson.”
He casts me a side-eye silently telling me he thinks I’m crazy.
“Max knows I can shoot. He had to tell you what I did when he was torturing that guy. I pulled the kill shot. Now stop screwing around. I don’t want to die today!”
“You better not cap my arse, Sheila. Maximillian will kill me himself for this if you get hurt,” he grumbles. “Right side under my jacket.”
I release the seatbelt and reach under his suit near his ribs. I find the holster easily and remove the weapon. The entire time he’s driving like a Nascar racer, zooming in and out between other cars. Horns blare around us and my body sways as he tosses me around while I turn towards the back.
“Blue, with the right side clipped,” he informs loudly, body tense with stress.
“Roll down your window and lean forward.”
“Are you fucking potty?”
“I don’t know what that means, but no I don’t have to go to the bathroom. Now lean forward and lower your window.”
“You better not be fucking with me,” he growls, doing as I tell him. I lean over, tucked behind him, using his muscular back as support to get a decent aim. He mumbles to himself, “She’s fucking mad in the head…These two deserve each other.”
“Slow down,” I practically whisper, concentrating.
“Christ,” he huffs. The dingy-blue car approaches, close to hitting the driver’s side rear quarter panel when I let off a shot. The gun’s blast is magnified in the tight space, but I breathe through it and apply pressure on the trigger again. The second discharge hits the hood, and the car swerves, not expecting shots to come from us.
“Yes! Bastardos!” I cheer to myself and aim for the front tire. I miss as the car jerks the wheel back in our direction. The bullet hits the front grill and the car begins to slow. The passenger leans out his window, raining shots in our direction. I scream, surprising Tyson. His big body jolts as I yell, “Go fast! Now, they’re—” I don’t finish as a bullet hits the rear window and glass shatters, flying all over the place.
“Christ! Get down!” he orders and I do at first, but then pop my head up, using the rear as my new window.
I pop off multiple shots, nailing the passenger with at least one. It doesn’t take long before Tyson is hauling ass, leaving the other car behind. “We did it!” I cheer, wearing a wide smile.
He shakes his head, his own grin showing me a glimpse of his pearly whites. “Fuck, you’re as batshit as the Henchman.”
“Who?” My brow scrunches as I sit back, laying the Glock on my lap.
“Your husband. You two may make it in this union, after all.”
“The Henchman? You’ve given Maximillian a nickname? I’ve called him Joker’s henchman in my head, but I didn’t think it was a real thing, just a whispered rumor.”
He shrugs, eyeing the gun before reaching for it. I let him take it. I’m not here to kill him, as long as he doesn’t kidnap and torture me as well. “He’s Joker’s right-hand mate, the Henchman. Thought everyone knew of it.”
I look away from him, staring out the window once more. My heart rate is