“Christian.” My own voice surprised me. I was scared. Really, really scared. Even more so when I heard his voice.
The car jolted forward again, and Piper’s scream filled the air.
“Hayley? What’s wrong? What the fuck is going on?”
My heart began to sink as I grabbed onto the handle above my head. The yellow lines on the road were blurring faster and faster.
“Christian, I think they found me.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Christian
My foot pressed onto the gas. My chest was constricted as I gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other holding the phone up to my ear.
“Bro, what's wrong?” Ollie yelled from beside me as I tried to catch my breath.
“Hayley, where are you?” My voice came out sharp and bleak.
Piper screamed again in the background, and I could hear Hayley’s labored breathing.
“Hayley!” I yelled, and this time my voice had an edge of anger to it—sinister sounding.
“Route 55. Piper is going almost one hundred miles per hour, and they’re somehow still catching up to us. If they hit us again going this fast, we’ll wreck.”
My head whipped over to Ollie as I pushed the “speaker” button on my phone. “Call Eric. See where he is. Someone needs to fucking get to them now.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Ollie whipped out his phone and was dialing Eric before the words even left his mouth.
“Christian, what do we do? Do I call the police?”
Fuck.
“No, stay on the phone with me.” I looked at Ollie out of the corner of my eye. “Tell Eric what’s going on, then hang up and call the police, and tell them that a BMW is being tailgated on Route 55, going around one hundred miles per hour.”
Ollie didn’t bat an eyelash. He did exactly as I said.
“Hayley? Talk to me.” My heart was damn near exploding in my chest. It was going a mile a minute. My foot pressed harder on the gas pedal, and my Charger all but came to life as it weaved in and out of traffic on the highway.
“They’re still following us.” Her breaths were short. I heard her comforting Piper. “You’re doing fine, Piper. Just try to stay calm.”
“I’m almost to you; I just turned onto Route 55.”
“You’re not going to catch us. We’re going ninety-three.”
“My car is faster; I will catch you.” Jesus, will I, though? My stomach burned with acid. The thought of someone hurting Hayley made me go crazy. I was going as fast as my Charger would take me.
“Eric just turned around. One of us will get there. Just focus, bro.”
The center white lines were zipping in front of us, and I'd passed nearly all the cars going their normal speed, and now it was just my Charger on the road.
“Hayley, you okay?” I asked as my hands tightened on the steering wheel.
Piper screamed in the background, and Ollie’s head snapped over to mine as he was on the phone with the police operator, giving them the details I’d told him.
“We’re okay. Piper went off the road a little. I see a car up ahead.”
“It’s probably Eric; just keep driving. Don’t you dare stop.” If she stopped, they’d fucking take her. I knew it. That black storm cloud was no longer in our rearview mirror at every turn. It was right above our fucking heads.