“I’m sure you could have done that by not fucking up whatever bullshit we’re running from right now. I doubt a gun is going to make it any better.”
He glared at me while I slipped the gun in a small zippered compartment and prayed it wouldn’t jostle too much. I nodded toward the door, waiting for him to peek through the side. He tensed, but his shoulders quickly dropped.
I stood at the edge waiting, wanting to shove past him and see for myself that the coast was clear, but he was already making his move. Our feet carried us down the hall, face to the floor. He made a move for the elevator, but I gripped him by the back of his black, silky shirt and pulled him hard toward the stairwell.
“We don’t need them waiting for us in the lobby,” I growled behind me.
He nodded, annoyed but compliant. Good. He had no room to bitch, and I certainly wasn’t in the mood for it. My fear and fury had mixed into a whirlwind of emotion that would leave no survivors if it unleashed. I fought to control it, at least until we were somewhere safe from the Giovenni’s.
The elevator dinged just as I slipped through the stairwell door. I kept my bag over my shoulder, leaving the door open just a crack as I peeked through. Three men piled out of the silver doors. The air around them vibrated with violence. I was out of there, quietly closing the door and rushing Jaymes down the three flights of stairs to the exit.
We opened up on the street, stumbling over trash that had been left on the steps. Jaymes hopped over it, slipping himself into the front seat of the car. I threw my bag in the back, ripping the front driver side door open.
“You’re not driving.”
“But-”
“You’re not.” I hissed, my eyes on our window, waiting for someone to be standing there, guns pointed at us. “I’m driving.”
My look must have been murderous enough that he didn’t think he would win this one. He shoved himself into the passenger side, throwing himself over the center console. I shook my head, buckling as quickly as possible.
I took one last look as I backed up and out of the parallel parking spot. No one showed. There was no gunfire or fanfare, no bad guys running after us, but I could still feel eyes on me.
The shiver that crawled down my back, rippled through me as if they were tagging me, possessing that small part of me that knew someone was watching even if I couldn’t see them.