“I’d love to give her up, but I wouldn’t want to punish you guys. She’s really annoying,” I call back before I position myself in the gap between door and car and start firing. They duck behind their doors and fire back. Three times they hit the car, and I groan. There goes my deposit.
I focus and fire, hitting one guy in the chest through a window. The back window of my car shatters, and Sofia screams. “Stay down,” I yell.
I could roll a grenade, but then we’re trapped here. We won’t be able to reverse out and get out of here, which could be precarious.
I watch them as they reload. The other passenger has moved forward to take over from his fallen comrade. His head is just peaking over the lip of the window—too small a target to try and hit.
I snort and aim low, hitting the guy in the leg and bringing him down, then I fire consecutively until I’m sure he’s dead.
The driver doesn’t seem to want to take a chance and jumps back into his vehicle, reversing out with squealing tires. His open passenger doors rip off in his efforts, but he doesn’t stop.
I wait to see if he’s coming back, but he races off, so I climb back into my car, shut the door, and start the engine with a small prayer.
It doesn’t start. “Dammit, Princess, get out. We need to get out of here.”
She is shaking as she opens the door and slowly climbs out. I grab our things from the trunk and roar, “Hustle, Princess, hustle. There’s no time for bullshit.”
She’s staring at the bodies lying in the alleyway, and I grab her arm, marching her past them. She looks at me fearfully, but I don’t have time for this. We need to find a new set of wheels and fast.
I lead her down the block and toward a busy area. I look around, trying to work out where we ended up. It always looks different when you walk, at least to me anyway.
Sofia pulls out of my grasp and walks beside me. “You killed those men.”
“Those men wanted to kill me and to take you,” I point out, leading her toward a shopping mall. “Come on. We’re going to jack a car for now.”
“But won’t the police arrest you?”
I stop and stare at her. “Really? That’s what you’re worried about?”
She blushes and looks away. “I just thought we were supposed to be lying low.”
“We will be, we just need to get away from this area, and they know what car we were in,” I say, walking toward the far end of the parking lot where there are cars.
Sofia keeps up, running a hand through her hair. “How do they keep finding us? I thought you were good at this!”
“I am,” I growl. “Something isn’t adding up.”
Chapter 8 - Sofia
Dominic pulls me along until I pull away from him and simply keep up. “If you had just listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this mess.’
“Listen, Princess…”
“Stop calling me princess. I have a fucking name,” I snap at him, sick of his bullshit.
He sighs but doesn’t say anything to me. I walk beside him, “Men! It’s impossible for you to take directions, especially from a woman!”
We weave through the cars in the parking lot, and I point to some in the middle. “Those look reliable if you can break into them.”
He snorts. “We want something a little less conspicuous. This will do.”
He stops outside a rusted sedan. I roll my eyes. “Are you serious?”
He opens the door, which is unlocked, and tosses his things in the back. “Get in or stay here. At this point, I don’t give a fuck.”
I hurry around the car and climb in. I can’t believe the gall of this guy. He needsmyfather’s help and is treatingmelike shit.
“Can I at least know where we’re going now?” I ask as he pulls out some wires and starts hot wiring the car.