The gunfire ceased for a moment, and Brogan raised up to shoot. The second guy he’d already hit had dragged himself out of sight, so he focused his sight on where the first guy was still taking cover.
This was a game. They were both in positions that wouldn’t allow them to be shot, and the shooting was to keep them in place. Brogan didn’t want the man to move closer. But he was probably trying to keep Amy and Brogan in place until backup arrived. There was no way Mancini only sent these two men.
“Come on,” he said to Amy when he ducked back down. “We’ve got to go before more of them show up.”
Something shifted in her expression at his words. She still looked scared to death, but there was a steely determination there too. A warm desire locked in his lower stomach, and he inwardly cursed himself. This was really not the time to develop an attraction.
“My car is the black sedan two cars in front of us,” he continued. “Go around the street side, staying down. The door is unlocked. Get in on the driver’s side and scoot over to the passenger seat. I’ll be right behind you.”
“What if he sees me?”
“That’s why I said to stay low. Now, go!”
To her credit, she didn’t hesitate. Staying crouched down, Amy took off for the car while Brogan raised up to fire again. The asshole he was shooting at got bold and returned fire when Brogan wasn’t expecting it. The bullet whizzed by his head so close that he felt it whizz through the air next to his temple.
Time to go.
Amy had to be at the car by now, so Brogan followed after her, knowing that the shooter would come out of his hiding spot as soon as he saw Brogan on the move. He just had to get to the car, which had bulletproof windows. He’d paid a fortune for them, but it had proven to be worth it more than once in the past.
Today, it was going to keep himandAmy alive.
His keys were in his hand as he got into the driver’s seat. Within seconds, he’d started it up and peeled away from the curb. His heart was still pounding from the gunfight, and Amy was gasping in alarm beside him as he accelerated and weaved through traffic.
“Holy shit,” she cried out as he took a sharp right turn that sent her body to the left, her shoulder colliding with his arm. Amy pushed herself away and buckled her seat belt. He could see her hands shaking out of the corner of his eye. “Who the hell are you? What is happening?”
Her voice was bordering on hysterical, but he didn’t answer her right away. His attention was already split between the road in front of him and the rearview mirror, where he spotted a black SUV following them.
They weren’t out of trouble yet.
5
AMY
How did I end up in this situation?
Twenty-four hours ago, Amy was just a normal med student who’s biggest concern was an upcoming paper she had to write about the four pillars of medical ethics. Now, she was dodging bullets and racing though the streets of Misso City with a stranger radiating aggression in the driver’s seat.
Shocked and horrified didn’t even begin to cover how she felt.
She looked over at him, his knuckles white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. She wondered if he could break the thing. He was muscular enough to look like he could bench press the damn car they were in. His jaw was set and his mouth was a thin line. His dark eyes focused on the road.
“Who are you?” she repeated her question. She needed to stay focused to keep herself from dissolving into a sobbing mess.
This was all too much for her handle. She was a regular person, boring even. She didn’t belong in the crosshairs of a crime organization.
“Brogan,” the man finally said.
He was still driving through the streets like he was competing in a Grand Prix race, speeding and whipping around corners so fast that her seat belt tightened up every time. She just dodged bullets, and she was worried that it was going to be for nothing if he wrecked this car. She braced herself with a hand on the dashboard and slammed on the imaginary break with her foot as he maneuvered the car between two pickup trucks with barely an inch to spare. Was he trying to kill them?
“Where are we going? And why are you helping me? Can’t you slow down a little?”
She fired off questions, trying to latch onto her need for information. This was all so confusing.
“No,” he said, seeming to just be answering her last question. “We’re not out of danger yet.”
She glanced over and saw that he was looking in the rearview mirror. She turned around and saw that there was an SUV right behind them and getting closer. Brogan took another sharp turn, and she suddenly realized why he was doing it like that.
They were being followed and he was trying to lose them.
